Life is the Bubbles [open]

[Ryne Caliban]

Humanity seemed to enjoy testing him at this school. Constantly, Evie had been put into classes with the most obnoxious, arrogant, and conceited of people. Whether they were underclassman, or the same age as himself, they were irritating. Granted, he, himself, could be accused of at least one of those things. Still though, the young blond would rather be the one dishing out the annoyance, than be on the receiving end of it. Usually, Evie tried to carry out a child-like, carefree attitude, but as of lately that attitude had diminished. Perhaps, it was being around all those people that caused him to be so on edge. The crowded hallways, the busy dorms, there weren't many places where he could just get away. That's not to say Evie wanted to be alone. No, that's one of the last things the gray-eyed boy could want. He just didn't want to be around so many people. Hence, why he must have wound up here, in the gym, at the pool. It was semi-quiet. This pool wasn't for recreation, or at this time it wasn't. People were here to exercise and/or train.

The locker room door echoed throughout the pool area as the door shut. It wasn't a startling sound, but it did cause the few people that were there to check out who was entering the area. Evie paid them no attention as he walked toward the diving boards. It had been a while since he had done anything remotely gymnastic, but the worse that could happen was he belly-flopped into the water. He crossed the walkway, his feet squeaking on the wet tile floor, combining with the other echoes of splashes and breaths gasping for air. Upon coming to the diving board ladders, Evie inhaled slowly, then began to make his ascent. He tried to clear his mind, and focus on nothing more than his dive. No one else matter, because he came here to get away from them. He didn't want to be alone, but he wanted people to disappear, and this was where he was going to make that happen.

The rough texture of the diving board scratched at Evie's feet. Taking another deep breath, Evie began to move forward, each step causing the board to tremble. Even from only three meters up, it still felt like ten. Taking a small leap, into a jump, Evie felt the resistance of the springboard go down, and return launching him further into the air. Evie never felt so light. His small 135 pounds felt weightless as he let himself somersault through the air, completing not one, but three flips. As he neared the end of his third flip, he spotted the water, un-tucking himself, and letting himself glide into the pool with very little splash. His lithe frame disappeared into the watery abyss. No one else existed.

The liquid rushed over the blond boy. Evie only held his breath, not bothering to come up for air. It was something he always did when he had a chance. His lung capacity was higher than usual, being a singer and all. He could hold his breath for minutes at a time, and sometimes he did. More often than not people thought he was trying to kill himself by drowning, but that was not the case at all. It was peaceful under the water. Like a cocoon that nothing could penetrate. Nothing else existed.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Who would’ve thought that Zac, Hammel’s resident jerk and drama king extraordinaire, would tire of the attention he has right now? Granted it wasn’t the brand that even someone with a rather skewed world view such as his would like, but then, bad publicity is still publicity, right?

He really couldn’t blame anyone but himself after all. While his plan on rearranging dear Alex McKenzie’s face did work (he believes it’ll stay there for quite a few months or so) – thereby extracting his supposed revenge from the elusive Miss Hudgins – a member of the Security team (Erika? Nikita? Rita? He forgot) happened to see the events unfold with her very eyes and decided to play good chaperone, breaking the fight up and filling the necessary paperwork about the said incident. Within days, Zac’s father was informed of his son’s misbehavior and it would be an understatement to say that he’s furious. Just a few days ago he told Zac that he’ll be flying to Pilot Ridge to personally attend on the matter (see what he can do with the school administration and with the kid McKenzie himself). Not only that, but Zac’s allowance was suddenly cut into half and was grounded indefinitely (grounded in this case means his private jet privilages are suspended; he can still drive around town, but no flying to Milan or Hong Kong to shop anytime soon). But worse of all, at least in Zac’s eyes, the Fall2011 collection of various brands, namely those in New York, would not be added to his rather extensive wardrobe. Anything but that.

With his father in town, it goes without saying that Zac feels rather restricted with what he can do. He feels as if his father has eyes everywhere he goes, taking extra care now that he learns that his son is apparently capable of inflicting physical harm to others. The teen bored to death already and the town out of the question, he decided to do some laps in the pool. He was, after all, part of the school’s swim team, despite showing up whenever he feels like it. Quickly entering the pool lockers and changing into his bright blue Speedos (his dad’s presence may mean he’s got to cut his mean streak down a bit, but that doesn’t mean he has to be modest in dressing up too), the Prince was in the water within seconds, enjoying the calm and tranquility, no matter how temporary, being submerged in the pool gave him. He did a few laps, occasionally tapping on the dolphin and doing some aquatic acrobatics, before coming out of the pool to cool down.

He was just in the middle of drying himself when a blonde boy, who apparently is sneaky enough to escape his attention, climbed up the diving board ladder and walked into the board itself. He didn’t look impressive though, so when he jumped up to start his dive, Zac simply stood up and got ready to walk back to the lockers. But then, even before he could take his first step, the boy did three perfect somersaults in mid-air, looking as graceful as one can be, then entered the water without much of a noise. He wasn’t really one to praise people, but really that was talent. Somehow, he was intrigued.

Instead of going back to shower now, Zac waited on the sides of the pool, knee submerged in the water, waiting for his mysterious diver to resurface. Once he found him, he promptly waved and told the guy to swim towards him. “So, was the dive earlier just you?” he asked bluntly, “Or are you just a proficient illusion caster and the one earlier was simply a creation of yours? The swim team can really use people with talent you know.” Indeed, he’s done arguing with Coach Callahan about the nature of his tryouts. Or about how only he and RC are the only ones with real skill on the team. But that doesn’t mean he won’t let someone with talent slip through his fingers just like that.


ooc:
I do hope you don't mind me jumping in Skye, especially with a rather crappy intro. I'm so sorry about that. D;.
- Jam

[Ryne Caliban]

Slowly, Evie's oxygen supply began to deplete, and that uneasy feeling welled up in his chest, but he didn't come up for air immediately. He was going to see how long and how far he could push his limits. He could feel the air escaping his lungs, creating little bubbles of carbon dioxide in the water. He watched as the bubbles floated to the surface. Time at this moment, was something that didn't matter. How long had he been down there? A minute? Two minutes? However long it was, Evie had reached his breaking point. He could feel his body start to panic as it questioned whether it was going to survive or not. This adrenaline kick was completely different than the one he had during his dive. During the dive, it wasn't a matter of life or death. Here and now though, as he was suffocating himself, his body didn't know if it would make it to the surface in time. With as much energy as he could muster, Evie kicked off the bottom of the pool, launching himself toward the surface.

He could feel the relief flood his lungs, as he inhaled sharply, taking in as much oxygen as he could. His blonde locks were draped over his eyes, the water weighing heavily on it. The smell of chlorine infiltrated his nostrils more prevalently than it did before, perhaps because he knew that the chemical was now seeping into his skin. Evie shook his head violently, sending droplets flying in all directions like rain. He just needed his hair off his forehead and out of his eyes.

It wasn't till he opened them that he noticed someone was paying attention to him. A boy kneeling by the side of the pool caught his eye, and most likely Evie had caught the boy's eyes too. He was well built, looking like he worked out a little too much. Evie's gray eyes skimmed him up and down as he approached, immediately judging him. He looked like a stereotypical pretty boy, one who used and flaunted that type of attractiveness. Evie reached his hands toward the pool wall, using it to support his weight. He was still breathing a bit heavily from holding his breath, but it would return to normal soon enough.

He couldn't tell by the other boy's tone if he was being serious or not. He asked rather bluntly if Evie's dive had been his own, or an illusion. Was that supposed to be a joke? Evie thought. His words were followed by a proposition to join the swim team. A small smile played across the blond's face, and with a shrug of shoulders he spoke. "Nah, I don't think the swim team would really be my thing." Letting go of the wall, he floated back a little, wading in the water. "I don't really doing things with people watching me." It was half truthful, half lie. It just depended on what he was doing. If it were a fight, he was all for people watching him. This, however, was something he preferred not having a large audience to. He wasn't shy, but the idea of having large amount of people watch him in a speedo was a bit unsettling. Plus, with being on a sports team came unwanted attention. Evie didn't need any unwanted attention

notes;; Don't worry about it, that's what open threads are for. =3 And my opening post wasn't that great either. =P In fact, I think this one I just posted is worse. <<;

[Zachary LaRousse]

Did the boy just reject his offer? Seriously? Zac couldn’t help but rapidly blink and shake his head in disbelief. He doesn’t really give out compliments that much, especially to people he had yet to flirt with talk to, so what he did back there, to him, was a huge leap of fate really. It took a lot for him to tell the blonde that he was amazed with the skill he just showed (hence the rather confusion opening statement) and he definitely isn’t going to let the boy simply walk away from that. He was Zac LaRousse after all. I always get what I want.

“Are you deaf kid?” he smirked, apparently unaware that the guy is actually a year or so older than him, “The last statement wasn’t a question you know.” He promptly stood up and stretched for a bit, his eyes not leaving the blonde as he did. Throwing his towel back towards the benches, he dove down into the water in one quick swoop, tapping slightly into an orca’s swimming skill so as not to look stupid in front of the people around him. Not that he’s not confident of his diving skills – ‘cause he is (rarely is he not confident about something he can do anyway) – it’s just that he can’t afford to make a mistake in front of the boy right now.

He quickly swam towards the blonde, circling him underwater for a bit (he had the aquatic mammal’s skill after all) before resurfacing just beside him. “Don’t f*ck with me dude,” he smirked, shaking his head for a bit as he brushed his wet hair up, “If you didn’t like showing off in front of people, you would’ve waited for people to leave before doing that amazing aerial trick you did earlier. And besides, we don’t have much competent competitive divers in our team anyway.” In fact, the team lacks competent divers altogether. He can dive, but he’s more of a swimmer than a diver; and as far as he knows, so does goop boy RC Manne. It doesn’t really help that tryouts for Mr. Callahan entails accepting anyone that goes to such an event, and training is not as harsh as it should be. He doesn’t have anything against the man, as he’s one of the few awesome teachers in Zac’s book, but his handling of the school’s swim team is really something Zac does not approve of. “You won’t get rid of me that easy bro.”

It took a few more seconds before Zac realized that he doesn’t know the name of the boy in front of him yet. He might’ve seen him a few times around school, but he’s somehow doubtful about them ever talking before. “I’m Zac LaRousse by the way, but you already know that, right?” he said as he extended an arm out for a handshake. Apparently he believes that the whole school knows of him. Good or bad, he doesn’t really care. “And you are?”


ooc:
Meh. 'Twas fiine.^^.
- Jam

[Ryne Caliban]

To be honest, Evie felt a little uneasy. It must have had something to do with the fact that his face was level with another boy's crotch, with only a very thin layer of fabric separating them. After all, the blond boy was still hanging onto the wall, and the other boy was still kneeling in front of him. Evie wasn't blind, he could see that the other boy was attractive. He did his best to keep his eyes averted, and to stop the blush that was creeping up his cheeks. Evie was so intent on trying to keep his focus away from that area, that he didn't notice the other boy's shocked and disbelieving face.

One feeling of discomfort was soon replaced by another when the other boy began to speak again. Evie felt a little insulted about the deaf comment, and a little defensive by his next one. It wasn't a question? That sounded like a threat, and the summoner didn't take too well to threats, no matter how large or how small. There was a point in Evie's life where he decided that he wasn't going to let himself be cornered. He decided that fighting back was better than letting himself get beat. And of course over time, that grew into a bit of a superiority complex. The other boy's voice remained playful, but Evie wasn't too sure how he felt. Even with such a small, almost meaningless threat, Evie felt a little skeptical.

The dark-haired boy threw his towel to the bench, and hopped into the water. For a little while, he disappeared under water, Evie followed the boy's movements his silhouette glided around. He was quite fast indeed. Soon enough, the other boy placed himself nearer to the blond. The other boy's smirk, seemed to mimic Evie's fake one. "There's a difference between a few people and a whole stand of them. And I wasn't showing off...it's called practice." As for the team lacking good competitive divers, he ignored that.

A small pang of irritation pinged Evie's brain with the boy's next statement. Irritation was what he came here to get rid of, yet here it was talking to him. He also made it clear he wasn't going away. I wish I could get rid of you easily. Evie thought bitterly, while still maintaining a smile. As the other boy introduced himself by way of name, he felt even more irritation come forth. This Zac kid seemed to be a little conceited, which was actually not that surprising.

Extending his hand, he met Zac's for the handshake. "Evie Caliban." His tone of voice did not convey the uneasiness he actually felt.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Evie could rest easy in the knowledge that the pompous brat in front of him paid no heed on the blush he was sporting, should he have noticed it earlier anyway. It would be quite disastrous if he did, considering how ‘well’ he takes in such ‘compliments’ on his hard-earned physique (in short, it would not be good for Evie, possibly). Zac was too busy trying to keep his cool with the guy to notice. After all, nobody blows him off, especially not a guy whose name he still doesn’t know (during that time at least).

While Zac isn’t really trying to insult Evie with his comments (he was more teasing and playful than anything really), he could care less if he thought of it that way. Recruiting the kid to the swim team and being friendly are two different things after all, at least in his book. He doesn’t need to be friends with Evie for him to admit that the boy has talent (his constant bullying of the soft-spoken boy RC is a concrete example).

“Practicing smracticing,” he repeated, mocking the boy as he swam in circles around him, “You know the saying ‘It takes one to know one’? Well, I know bragging when I see it.” He promptly stopped in front of Evie and not-so-lightly poked the other guy on the chest, his smirk turning a lot cockier by the minute. Zac may be fickle as hell (not to mention a whole lot prejudiced), but once he sets his sights on something, he’d stop at nothing to get it. His wooing of Ann Hudgins is a great example (and look where that got him).

Zac smiled slightly when the blond introduced himself. “I knew you looked familiar,” he said, giving Evie a quick glance from head to toe as he took his hand back. “You’re that ‘Glee kid’” –he added air quotes, to deter from Evie teasing him about watching it (he only watches it for Brittany and Santana, nothing more)– “Who’s said to pack quite the punch. Nice.” Not that he’s scared or anything; with his powers, he can take more than just a couple of kicks and punches. “Heard what you did to Raphael, Philip and Collin the other day. Unnecessary, but totally awesome. Not sure it’ll stop them from bugging you still though.” Those three have bugged Zac when he was just a freshman too and it took quite the effort on Zac’s part to make those three realize that he’s way out of their league.

Despite the smiles and seemingly warm tone, there’s this small voice at the back of the Asian boy’s head that says Evie seems rather pissed at him right now. Not that he’d care about people being annoyed out of their wits about him (he apparently has that effect, on students and staff alike) but he figured he could use such dislike to his advantage. “Evie, don’t take this the wrong way, but seriously, if you want to learn how to act and hide your feelings, get a tutor, it’ll help you. A lot,” he taunted, though his statement is more bluff than truth really, “I know you don’t want me following you around and bugging you, so I’ll make a deal with you. We live in a democratic country after all. Beat me in a race across the pool and I promise you the swim team will leave you alone. And I’m guessing you’re smart enough to know what happens when I win.”

And win it, he will. (Or at least he plans to).

ooc:
Sorry it took so long. D;.
- Jam

[Ryne Caliban]

The tiny prickle of annoyance seemed to be growing almost exponentially since Evie had been in contact with Zac. He seemed like a nice...well, maybe not nice...or decent for that matter. He seemed 'okay'...was the best that Evie could come up with. However, apparently a lot can change within the course of a few minutes, and Evie was already regretting swimming over to the brown-eyed boy. It would have been better to deal with the consequences of people thinking he was an asshole, than to deal with the consequences of making this. The prickle was close enough to grow into full-fledged hate spike, especially with the darker-haired boys next comment.

The other boy continued to swim circles around him, and Evie watched him a little dully. He could swim around him all he wanted, but that didn't change the fact that he was still swimming in an endless loop. Thankfully, he stopped, but only to do something worse, he poked Evie in the chest, and not too lightly either. Evie's eyebrow twitched a little. "If it were bragging, we'd be talking about how great I looked, or more specifically I would be talking about how great I looked. However, I'm not." Evie stated matter-of-fact. Trying to contain his anger. What did this kid know anyway? Acting like he knows me.

A smile formed across Zac's face as he referred to Evie as "the 'Glee' kid who packs a punch." Great. Evie thought sarcastically, as the other boy listed off traits of a reputation he didn't want. When he mentioned the idiots that tried to pick a fight with him not too many days ago, Evie easily recalled the memory. They had been on been taunting Evie for some time, if for no other reason than they thought that the blond was an easy target. It was the same old shit, and Evie got fed up. He didn't do too much damage, after all he didn't want to get expelled or anything, he just wanted to let them know that he wasn't intimidated or afraid to fight back. Evie finally spoke. "That," he started, referring to the fight. "was completely necessary. If you know so much about me, you'd know I don't like to be fucked with." His temper was growing shorter, but his voice still trying to be civilized and friendly.

It appeared that he had failed though, as Zac called him out on it. Evie replied with a small lie. Don't take this the wrong way? How am supposed to take it?"I wasn't trying to hide anything. You're slightly getting on my nerves. You know....with all the badgering and judging of." The blond's smile fell into a small grimace. And then came Zac's deal. Of course Evie wanted to take it in a second. He wanted nothing more than to forget he had ever met this guy. But he wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to rush in blindly. "I don't trust you." He said simply. Somehow, he felt like he knew his type: manipulative, condescending, insulting, and conceited.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Unlike Evie, who’s clearly fed up from the Prince’s conceited, condescending and incredibly irritating remarks, Zac’s just starting to get his groove on. Poor boy should never have indulged the pompous mimic – he’s having so much fun right now that he’s planning on doing this again, even if he has no reason other than to annoy the crap out of the boy. He could now understand why the said dolts, as well as most other stereotypical bullies in the Institute, pick on Evie a little too much – he’s got this ‘weakling’ feel around him and yet he has this hidden spunk and confidence that you just can’t help but push him even more. True, being such a jerk to an upperclassman isn’t exactly how he planned to release all the pent up stress inside of him, but he could say that this is indeed a whole lot better than just doing laps for about an hour or so.

He merely chuckled when Evie spoke, feeling the restrain the boy’s clearly putting on his voice when he uttered the words. Just how long can he keep his calm really? “Well, we are talking about how great your dive is already, doesn’t that count?” It doesn’t, not one bit, but hey, Zac’s whole world view is skewed (he thinks, and believes, that the whole universe revolves around him) so it is to be expected. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just fishing for compliments, you egotistic brat you.” I’d say Zac’s just seeing himself in Evie, but that would be far too insulting for the summoner-teleporter. “Or did ’talking about how great I looked’ meant about how you look physically and not based on your dive? ‘Cause if it was, I’d say you look awful. You need to add a few more pounds dude. And do more crunches too,” he teased, pulling the elastic waistband of Evie’s swimwear slightly then letting it recoil back to the blonde’s waist.

Well, those three were stupid really. Just because one of them can grow up to 20-feet, another has super strength and the last one has limited invulnerability doesn’t mean no one with enough power in them can keep those stooges in place. It only took Zac the rabbit’s speed and a horse’s kick to make sure those three won’t ever bother him again; and he was in Hammel for around five months when that happened. “Well that’s the problem Eviepoo,” smirked Zac as he slung an arm over the blonde’s shoulder, “I don’t know much about you. If you could spend some time enlightening me, maybe I’d learn a few important points you know.” He squeezed the grey-eyed boy’s shoulder lightly and playfully messed up his already wet hair, giving him a dirty look as he added, “And I love fucking with those who say they don’t want to be fucked.”

“I like getting it on with everyone,” chuckled the mimic. He wasn’t really looking to flirt with anyone right now, but seriously, the boy’s giving him all sorts of doors to enter into. He’d be a bad conversation partner if he just ignored such remarks, right? Damn. The boy’s smart. Now he has to think of a new way to get lock him in a deadlock. “Well Mr. Caliban, you have something else in mind?”

Also, Evie forgot one more thing: Zac’s a huge manwhore.

[Ryne Caliban]

Deep down inside, Evie wanted to cry for being put into a situation like this. The frustration and anguish of having to deal with someone like this would probably make anybody want to bawl their eyes out. For a second, Evie wondered if it was karma. Did he deserve something like this? Was it because he shoplifted some candy in eighth grade? Perhaps it was all the fights he got into. Or maybe it was that spider he killed this morning by summoning shoe on top of it (He wasn't going to go anywhere near it himself). Whatever it was, he would make up for it, if it would just get this boy away from him. Evie just couldn't believe that after all he just said, the other boy was just not listening. How many times can you say one thing before the other person finally gets it? Evie felt exasperated because in the case of Zac LaRousse, he knew he could say it as many times as he wants, but he'll never get it.

If it wasn't enough that Zac was insulting his personality, he decided to insult Evie's looks too. "I'd say you don't know any better if you think that I'm egotistic. And as for the brat part...quit talking about yourself." It was a childish comeback along the lines of 'I know you are but what am I', but Evie was having a slightly difficult time coming up with something witty to say. Plus, a part of Evie was still a child anyway. He was completely at a loss of insults when he felt a few fingers enter the edge of his waistband. When Zac let go, the elastic snapped back to the blond, but the friction from the water caused it to settle softly back against Evie's hip.

A haughty smirk came over the dark-haired boy's face, as he slung his arm around Evie's shoulder. The summoner tensed up, but not enough to be noticeable. He wasn't a big fan of being touched. It was even more uncomfortable that, like said before, they were both more than half naked, with an extremely thin layer of cloth covering their...Wait... His thoughts were interrupted for a second. Another wave of annoyed disbelief coursed through the Evie's mind. Did he just call me Eviepoo? What came next took the young blond completely off guard.

Is...is he coming on to me? The gray-eyed boy was so focused on the words that just came out of Zac's mouth, that he didn't even remember that Zac was still touching him. Flustered, Evie's face turned red with embarrassment. He really didn't know how to respond. Of course he wanted to say no. After all, he was still a virgin. For fuck's sake, he hadn't even kissed anyone yet. He definitely didn't want the other boy to know that. The other boy would probably never let Evie live it down: eighteen, still a virgin, never been kissed. Still red-faced, the young blond replied with a nervous, stuttered "Wh-what?" Which didn't hide his embarrassment any more than his face did.

[Zachary LaRousse]

In Zac’s defense, his comment about the boy’s figure isn’t so much an insult as it was supposed to be some sort of taunt. He was just trying to irk the boy further – as if the anguish the blonde is feeling isn’t enough right now – hence resorting to some good ol’ image issues. (Unfortunately though, he’s far from feeling guilty should he learn that such a retort insulted. His brain’s just twisted like that). In fact, while he wouldn’t say that Evie’s some Greek god incarnate – his pride simply wouldn’t let him tell that to anyone, even to those he consider his ‘friends’ – he would agree that he isn’t so hard on the eyes. In fact, as his eyes ran up and down the boy’s body, he’d say that Evie’s rather good-looking. The tone and definition is there, he just needs a small push to make his muscles pop out like what JD or Luke has. “I can’t help it Evie. I’m just too awesome for me to stop talking about, well, me.” It doesn’t make much sense, but then again this is Zac we’re talking about, so it’s understandable.

While he did not feel Evie tense up from beneath him, he did see the rather obvious blush the boy suddenly sported. Which Zac immediately attributed to the boy being in love with him and becoming extra shy now that Zac has made the first move. Oh LaRousse, why are you so darn irresistible? he thought, his smirk becoming wider as his grip on the boy’s shoulder became a little more tighter, drawing the boy nearer to him in the process.

Again, he wasn’t really planning on seducing the kid. In fact, his plan was to ask the boy for an alternative, seeing that he didn’t agree to Zac’s pool-race suggestion. A part of him says he should clarify his position once and for all (and to stop flirting with the blonde already), but a larger, more dominant part told him that the opportunity’s much too fun to let go off. So instead of taking the more rational way, he dragged the summoner to the deeper parts of the pool (the water helping him pull the boy easier), wading until they reached the part where only their necks and heads are on the surface, and pinned him to the pool tiles, chuckling darkly as he did. “Is this what I think you’re thinking about Evie?” he asked as he leaned in closer, his voice a bit more sinister than usual.

He was just about to up the intensity of his teasing (he does promise that he won’t do anything further than a little grope here and there, and maybe a light peck) when he felt a number of eyes around him. F*ck it. I forgot. They weren’t really staring at the two boys intently, but they’ve seen enough to make all sorts of stories around it. Ever since that Rumor blog came to be, it’s like he can’t flirt with other guys now without being branded a homosexual (he claims that despite the numerous affairs he had with guys, he’s still quite straight; let’s see how long that lasts).

Groaning in slight irritation, he promptly pulled back and grabbed Evie’s wrist, dragging him off the pool and saying, “We’ll continue this in the locker rooms, Mr. Caliban.”

Evie, now’s your chance. Run!

ooc:
SKYE! I am sooooo sorry. And ashamed of this one. Not only is it laaaate, it's also rather crappy. I dunno what happened to my muse. SO SORRY. D;.
- Jam

[Ryne Caliban]

No, no, no, NO! The young blond boy screamed in his mind. This was not happening. The disbelief of it all was pushed into Evie's mind. He's playing a joke on me. He has to be. Nobody in their right mind would do such a thing in public. He's just doing in to make fun of me isn't he?He could feel Zac's eyes scanning his body up and down. Isn't he? Dozens of different thoughts raced through Evie's mind as he questioned what Zac was doing. He didn't know what his motives were, and he didn't know what his own reaction to those motives would be. His nervousness could only grow.

He could feel himself slowly being pulled to the deeper end of the pool, but Evie was far too lost in thought to do anything about it. In fact, he didn't really even notice that the water was rising. The gray-eyed blond was completely oblivious while being seduced, and it seemed that Zac was going to take advantage of that. It wasn't long before Evie felt the cold pool tile against his back, sending a small shiver up his spine. The other boy was leaning in close, and his voice was a sinister sort of seductive, but Evie stood still, the blush faded, but his mind still reeled.

Suddenly, the dark-haired boy pulled away, and Evie felt a sickening feeling peak inside of him. With an offer to continue this somewhere else, the boy felt torn. A slight curiosity formed, along with 'what if' types of questions. What if he decided to go along with Zac? What if Zac were his first kiss, his first fuck? How would he feel?It sure as hell wouldn't be as special as if it were with someone he truly cared for, but it would most likely be memorable.

His eyes watched Zac retreat into the locker room. He ass looking amazing in those skimpy blue speedos. Evie was also a teenage boy, he could feel the lust emanating from himself. He wondered more. Did he really want this? What would he gain from this? What would Terrance say? What would Terrance do? He knew what Terrance would do actually. He would beat Zac up if he ever found out, but Terrance wasn't here. He was gone, and Zac wasn't. Zac was here and now. Evie was conflicted, but whatever his decision was, it wasn't right to keep the other boy waiting in the locker room.

Getting out of the water, he walked over to grab his towel and his bag. He nervously glanced at the locker room door, and reluctantly he approached it. He had decided. Zac, could go fuck himself. He wasn't going to be used.

notes;; That's fine. I think my muse for this thread is also dying slowly. =P

[Zachary LaRousse]

Unfortunately for Evie, using other people to satisfy his rather twisted and usually selfish needs is not really a new thing for Zac. In fact, he prides himself for honing such a skill, his manipulation in a level that even when his initially unsuspecting victim starts seeing through the veil of his deception (and feel like they’re just being used), they still second-guess themselves for rebelling against the animal mimic. (Though his manipulation isn’t exactly a hundred percent certain; while he succeeded getting Reeve Rzeznick into his side, his luck didn’t exactly fare well when it came to the empathy Ann Hudgins). Long story short, he’d take great joy in sending poor Evie into a moral dilemma, and would even go as far as to give himself a pat on the back for such an act.

Should he learn that he would become Evie’s first kiss (and fuck) should they continue with his rather obvious plan, he’d take such glee in doing it. As much as he’d like not to care (and would go at great lengths not to show it), he’d make sure it’ll be quite memorable – in a good way or not – and would definitely not let Evie live it up. He’d most likely tease him every so often, giving his suggestive looks and glances should they cross paths again, or even going as far as to say some double entendre should he feel a little witty that day. But alas, he’s devoid of such knowledge. So he just went on naturally, throwing the blonde a couple of suggestive winks as he got off the pool, making sure the boy’s eyes were still on him as he grabbed his stuff and walked into the lockers.

Zac sat on one of the benches in the locker room as he waited, unconsciously bouncing his legs up and down with the balls of his feet. One by one he eyed the guys entering the room, and while he tells himself how smitten Evie is with him (judging by the wild blush and the blank stare he gave him just moments before he got out of the pool), he couldn’t help but feel a bit upset that Evie might’ve ditched him. While he isn’t really itching to get his sex drive satisfied, he’d be devastated (and incredibly infuriated) that somebody would have the nerve to stand him up. Heaven knows how great a blow that will be to his ego.

His uncertainty faded away when he saw the blonde enter the room, a smirk forming in his face as he stood up and approached the said boy. “And here was I thinking you’ve already ditched me,” winked the boy as he once again invaded Evie’s personal space, his index finger tracing down from the blonde’s chin, down his chest and stopping just above his swimwear’s waistband. Seeing that they’re still near, if not in front of, the entrance, he promptly dragged the boy across the room, settling on a not-so-noticeable cubicle to their far right. “So, are you still willing to take me up on my race offer earlier?”

He was all set on letting all hell break loose when suddenly, as he was just about to pull Evie’s waistband down, it hit him. Why get the boy now when he could prolong the boy’s agony by leaving him hanging? Instead gratification, after all, is rather overrated. So despite his body slowly aching to get to it already, he rebelled, lightly biting the boy’s lower lip as he moved sideways and whispered, “We’ll continue this some other time.” He playfully ruffled on Evie’s hair and walked away as if nothing happened, even sending him a casual salute as he grabbed his stuff, making a mental note to finish their unfinished business in a better time.

And finish it he will.

ooc:
My muse finally came through! Gosh. I so hated myself for taking this long just to reply. D;.
- Jam

[Ryne Caliban]

Goosebumps formed on his mostly naked form, and a small gasp escaped his. The cold air of the locker room hit him full on as he opened the door. The temperature difference between the pool room and the lockers was something that he could never really get used to. It was particularly worse that the bathroom was in between the changing area and the pool are, which meant that there were hand dryers along the wall. Occasionally, there would be some asshole who decided that it'd be fun to turn all of them on while someone walked in, creating a steady stream of blowing air. One would think that this air would be warm, but contrary to popular belief, it was still cold as hell. Evie always wondered why they designed it this way, but he didn't wonder too long, because he had something else to worry about, an attractive, but rather annoying something named Zac LaRousse.

He found Zac sitting on a bench waiting for the blond boy to show up. The other boy winked and stated that he was worried that Evie would ditch him, which to be honest, Evie probably would have, had this not been the only entrance and exit that wouldn't result in sexual harassment charges or a fire alarm. Oh how he wanted to run away so badly, thought Evie bitterly as a finger made its way down Evie's chest. The touch left tingles where they roamed, along with more goosebumps. Somehow, Evie felt himself be dragged into a faraway cubicle. It wasn't like him to be so easily taken, but the idea of sex and his first time still entranced him a little. He was still a teenaged boy after all or maybe that was Zac's power.

The other boy's finger made it's way down to Evie's waistband, and he could feel himself becoming more aroused. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to tell Zac that he wasn't going to be used. Evie panicked a little, but before he could be vocal about it Zac stopped completely. With a small bite of the summoner's lower lip, the other boy whispered about continuing later, and Evie could feel every breath of every syllable on his skin. He didn't know what just happened, and Zac just walked away like nothing did. The young blond stood dumbfounded, before settling to another bout of anger.

Asshole...he seethed silently.

notes;; Alright, so I finally got this done after being sick for about a week. Sorry, Jamsy. ><; Also, this thread is now complete.