Z. Luc Haust // Apollōn (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} radiantdelphi) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
Fuck you, universe.
The ratio of attractive girls to not-so-attractive was pretty even (but still slim pickings, considering how few students there were total). One of the former even weighing heavy on the pretty fuckin' hot end. Not to mention the clothes she'd painted on for class..
What was the biggest joke of all was that, even as his eyes panned the room while he found himself a spot (at the back of the class, putting as much distance between himself and Sean as possible for the time being, as well as minimize the size obstruction that was his towering frame) – when they came back to Sean, it still made his blood run hotter than that girl, let alone the others. And that wasn't at all saying that the girl positioned a row ahead of him couldn't have him running pretty hot if he let her, now that he had a better view (from behind, naturally).. maybe it wasn't saying anything? Mmhm.
He didn't seem to notice the furtive whispers or sidewards glances his direction as he got his spot set up, taking off his flip-flops. But, when he took off his shirt – it was just something he did when he worked out, and he wasn't even thinking about it when he did it, honestly – and folded it to lay neatly over his shoes that he'd put as out of the way as possible.. well, it was harder not to notice a couple of them. He almost felt compelled to tell one girl, 'You're welcome.'
“You're new,” came a voice while he was stretching his arms over his head, limbering up before Sean started anything. The girl in front of him. She had a pretty face, but it was more her body that Luc was more appreciative of.
“Oh, hey, yeah,” he replied, trying to be polite but also not wanting to encourage too much chit-chat with this one, for fear of interrupting the class. He wasn't going to let her fuck up his first impressions with Sean. Fuck no. “Thanks for, uh, noticing. I think.” He laughed a little, hoping it would take some of the potential edge off his words – because it wasn't like it was hard to tell he was new. Being as tall as he was in this room made the proverbial 'sore thumb' seem an understatement.
But, apparently, she wasn't really one to notice when her intelligence had been insulted – clearly because she had little of it – as she flashed him a sultry little smile and turned back frontward. Probably to eyefuck Sean. Not that he could really blame her. And it was better than being eyefucked himself.