Week 14: Thursday Who: Kissy, the Brawling Faerie Princess vs. Jesse, the Teen Wolf with an attitude (all letters look more ferocious when they are in flames. Set them on fire...in your mind) When: Thursday, Combat Class Where: Outside somewhere when they should be sparring. Uh, physically, not verbally What: Oh No He Didn't! (neck swivel)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The Faerie Princess and The Wolf Who Can't Make Up His Mind and Has to be Mean to Other People About it. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
You could see it in the way she walked and the way she stood in the classroom. Kissy had dutifully ignored Jesse up until this point. She had given him his space, after all, he totally had some mental issues he clearly had to sort through and that was not a game that miss Chevelle was about to be playing with no teenage boy. But today, it was war. She had seen what he had said in the journals and while it hadn't been directly insulting, that plus the unfair ignoring of her made her think he had been ess-talking her for a while.
And she was not happy. Her hair was up in this bouncy version of a french twist with a mass of curls coming out the back. The shorts were pink satin with white stripes. Her nike white and pink sneaks. White tanktop with pink sports bra. Pink lipgloss. Attitude running up and down her face. Halcyon had not yet seen Kissy truly angry. It was a fearsome sight to behold. Or rather, she thought it should be, but so far no one seemed particularly perturbed.
Especially since she'd told every single person with a working ear who was not named Jesse "questioning" whateverhislastnamewas about what he said and what she didn't say and how he was acting shady and how theyd randomly been friends and how he approached her and she didnt even try like, gunning for him to be her gay or whatever. But here they both were and he was acting like a total jerk. And they'd been rotating partners. Or at least, Kissy had been rotating partners.
But not as much as she went to the bathroom. The one place Mr. H dare not tread. She told him she had a small bladder and her dust made her get dehydrated easily. Some show sipping and she got little breaks every twenty minutes. Not that she needed them, but it usually involved talking to someone. Imagine her annoyance when no one else was in there to gossip with and, instead, she came face to face with the LAST person in Halcyon she wanted to see. (With the notable exception of that were-ostrich, possibly hiding in whatever corner of hell it came from)
They made eye contact. Kissy's eyes narrowed, her neck cocked, her hand went to her hip. She was backlit by the fluorescent light of the girl's bathroom from the open door. If her pink sweatband, halfway up her arm, could glint dangerously, it would have. Kissy waited a beat and, in true Kissy fashion, her mouth opened up before her mind started operating again. "Are you gonna say somethin to me?" Like one of those air-screechers you twirled in the air, her voice somehow got an edge when her mouth turned in a circle. Along with the rest of her head.