Payton Caroline Martinez (payton_martinez) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-11 08:37:00 |
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When Sex Kittens Attack
Who: Payton, 'introducing' Eric Kinkaid
Where: Regan High
When: A couple of weeks after Christmas break (shut up)
It had been a couple of weeks since the new semester had started at Reagan High in Los Angeles, California. But that also meant that it had only been a few weeks since Eric Kinkaid had transferred from Las Vegas High after his mother's job was transferred to the San Fernando Valley. His mother had already purchased a new home in the city for the three of them - including his kid sister, Andrea, who was not at all happy at the idea of having to leave her school and all of her friends in the middle of the year.
The family Kinkaid was making the best of it, everyone trying their best to settle into new routines. Luckily for Eric, he had sports to fall back on, and the first order of business had been to try out for the varsity baseball team. Tryouts had gone well, and he'd made the team as he'd expected - he'd been playing in city leagues since tee ball - and he'd be in the familiar position of playing shortstop for which he was thankful. Perhaps just as fortuitous was that he hadn't unseated the coach's kid or anything; there were few things worse than getting on the bad side of your future teammates by beating out a star player. It looked for all the world like this transition might actually go well for Eric.
But, along with being new to the school came getting used to a new schedule. Generally, he was pretty good about remembering things, but for some reason, he'd blanked on what his next class period was after lunch. Reaching into his backpack, Kinkaid pulled out a slip of paper, looking over his course schedule, eyes locked on the printed page as he moved through the crowded hallways, glancing up only occasionally.
Payton liked to think that she ruled the school, given that she knew everything that happened within the walls of the place. That wasn't to say that she was a gossip or anything, but knowledge was power and with school politics the way that they were... let's just say that she used that knowledge to her advantage. She commanded respect and power and kept everyone at a distance (unless she wanted something from them), which was how she liked things.
…What she didn't expect, however, was to basically bump into the new kid, knocking her back a couple of feet and scattering the course work that she'd been carrying. She swore. Loudly. And bent down to collect her things, dressed in her cheerleader uniform. "Watch where you're walking next time," she practically yelled at the guy before looking up at Eric and falling silent. Wow. Talk about a tall glass of yum, huh?
So fixated was he on the half-folded sheet he held that he didn't see the cheerleader until he ran headlong into her, the schedule falling from his fingers to the tiled floor of the hallway. "Man, what the--" Eric replied as she yelled at him. One of the books she'd been carrying had slid toward him, and he knelt down, picking it up and retrieving his schedule as well. It wasn't until Kinkaid stood again that he finally got a good look, their classmates giving them a wide berth, leaving them with a little island of space.
He took a step forward, holding the book in his right hand, and tried one of his most charming smiles on her. "I'm new here - still trying to find my way around," he explained. Well, looks like you picked the right person to run into, champ. Raven hair, big brown eyes, and a slightly imperious air to her features. She was gorgeous. "I'm really sorry," he said, offering the book to her. "I'm Eric."
"Payton," she replied, trying not to gape at him as she gently took the book from his grasp. She quickly arranged the schoolwork in her arms and gave him a once-over, as if appraising him. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you're an athlete. Something involving running," she added. She was very good at taking in people's strengths and weaknesses... she had always been an avid people watcher. Given her ability, it was useful to note people's behavior's in case she had to impersonate them.
"Pretty good guess," Eric replied, eyes flicking down briefly. The skirt on that cheerleading uniform was just long enough not to be considered indecent. It also meant that he got a great look at her toned legs. Just as quickly, his gaze shifted up again, his smile reaching his eyes. "I play baseball in the spring and hockey in the fall. So, there's some running, some standing around, and some skating." Kinkaid self-consciously reached up and adjusted the strap of his backpack, shrugging it a little higher on his shoulder. "Sorry about knocking you over. I just transferred here a couple of weeks ago. Still trying to find my way around - which you'd think I've have figured out by now." Don't ask her if she's on the cheerleading squad. Don't ask her if she's on the cheerleading squad.
"You're on the varsity squad?" he ventured.
"Keen powers of observation you have there," she replied. Luckily her tone clearly indicated that she was joking. A rare occurrence, to be sure. Most anyone else would likely have gotten a scalding and made to feel about three feet tall if they'd bumped into her – or if she'd bumped into them, whatever the case may be. Let's just say that Payton wasn't going to win Miss Congeniality and leave it at that, shall we? "Captain," she added with the faint hint of a devilish smirk. Oh my. "Which class were you in the process of getting lost to?"
Eric was about to respond to her initial jibe, but the words were stilled in his throat when he saw that smirk - the faintest hint of a dimple appearing on her cheek as she pursed her lips. Oh, man. "Uh, I was actually heading over to chemistry. Although... " he frowned, looking down at the creased piece of paper in his hand. "Aw, man. How the heck did I end up in the Foreign Language wing?" Well, maybe he'd gotten distracted by some of Payton's skirt-wearing squadmates sashaying through the hallways. But, he wasn't going to mention that to her. "I swear, this school is so much bigger than my last one."
"That's L.A. for you," she replied. She looked him over then, as if trying to decide whether he was worth her time. Blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic. A little on the slow side, maybe was her first impression, but then again, she did think that she had the ability to make a guy's IQ drop dramatically just by talking to him directly, so... that didn't give her much to go on. She curled one arm around her coursework and hugged it to her chest and slipped her free hand around the crook of Eric's elbow, turning the poor lost boy around. "I've got a few minutes. I'll show you where you need to go." She always was nice when she wanted something...
"Yeah, I guess so," Eric said, laughing, an embarrassed smile stretching the corners of his mouth. As Payton slid up next to him, shifting her books to her chest, sliding her arm through his, Kinkaid caught a whiff of her hair, her shampoo. She smelled incredible - soft and heady, and something flowery he couldn't place. Lavender? Roses? Like you even know what a rose smells like, idiot. "Thanks, Payton," Eric began as she turned them back toward the other end of the hall. "I appreciate this. I swear, this kind of thing doesn't usually happen," he continued, glancing down at Payton as the two teenagers walked down the hallway. "So, do you usually help overgrown, tongue-tied teenage guys find their classes, or am I a special case?" he asked, flashing her another charming smile.
"What do you think?" She asked, looking up at him with a clearly flirty smile. So... maybe she had a thing for blondes. She couldn't be blamed for that, could she? She rubbed her thumb along his bicep as they walked along, quietly amused by the stares they were getting. She didn't show attention to people often, and when she did... it usually wasn't done with such kindness, hence the stunned expressions on most kids faces. "I guess moving to a new place and a new school can be difficult for anyone, so you can be forgiven for being a little" slow "lost."
Glancing down, he saw that smile stretch across her face, that flirtatious twinkle in her brown eyes. It took an effort for him not to lose a sigh of satisfaction. "I'm going to guess I'm a special exception," he replied. Eric had never been particularly choosy about the girls he was interested in - he didn't have an established type. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, light-skinned, tanned, blue or brown eyes. He had no real preference, as long as the girl had an athletic build. And if Payton's legs were any indication, she had that athleticism in spades. Maybe that was why he consistently found himself dating cheerleaders. So maybe you have a type after all.
Frequently, cheerleaders were bubbly, their smiles overly bright, their manner bordering on obnoxiously cheerful. This girl, she smoldered. Kinkaid felt Payton move her thumb along his arm, and he did what any teenage athlete would do - he gave her a subtle flex. Well, maybe not so subtle. "It's a shame I happen to play the two sports where you don't see cheerleaders at this school," he intoned, glancing at her and ignoring the baffled looks of their classmates.
She smirked faintly as she felt his muscles tense. She generally had that effect on boys (as well as men, although she tended to stay within her own age bracket, thank you very much). "You could always come to a game. Or I could come to one of yours," she lilted. Come to think of it--seeing him in those tight baseball pants? Would actually make it worth it to go to a game. She slowed them to a stop once they were outside his chemistry class and let him go, trailing the tips of her fingers along his forearm. "This is where you need to be."
"Yeah, I guess I could do that. Basketball season's in full swing, right?" he asked, the question rhetorical. If cheerleaders were assigned to cheer at any sport, it was most likely either football or basketball, and the high school football season had long since ended. "Our games start in a couple weeks. It'd be great to see you out there," Eric added, glancing along the length of the science hall. Whatever remaining interest he'd had in learning for the day was obliterated by that feather-light touch of her fingertips along the length of his forearm. "Thanks, Payton," he replied. There was no hope for him - he'd be daydreaming about this gorgeous girl for the rest of the day.
Not quite ready to part company with her, Kinkaid turned, looking down at the dark-haired cheerleading captain. "I'm sure you get this a lot - " because you're gorgeous as hell " - but could I get your number?"
Well now, that was bold of him, wasn't it? Most boys (and the rare girl, she'd admit) always had to build up to asking her that. So, maybe he's not so slow after all, she thought. "I don't see a reason why not," she practically purred, before locating a pen and taking hold of his hand. Sadly, a lot of boys had sweaty palms, so she wrote her number along the back of his hand. "There. That way you can't lose it and have no excuse not to call me later."
What could he say? Payton didn't seem like the kind of girl who liked guys that pussyfooted around. Sometimes, the direct approach allotted one certain benefits, as appeared to be the case here. He watched as she took his hand in hers, swallowing as the pen dragged across his skin. He'd put it into the address book on his phone later, just to be on the safe side. "You have a game coming up soon?" he asked as she pulled the pen away, lifting his blue eyes to meet her dark brown ones.
"Friday," she told him. Sadly basketball season was coming to an end, so she wouldn't be cheering for that particular team much longer. "You should come. I guarantee that you won't be bored." Yes, Payton really did have a sex kitten air about her, didn't she? Luckily for Eric, she didn't show interest in people often. Well... she'd shown interest in Kirsten Locke recently but despite her attraction to the other girl, for the most part, she did it to annoy Kirsten's friend, Macha Culann. It was fun to frustrate other girls. Anyway! She rolled her eyes when the bell rung and while any other girl would have said 'call me!' in a chirpy/annoying way, she just gave him a sultry smile and said: "I'll talk to you later," before heading off to her own class.