Who: Isaiah Deaver with mentions of Avery Six and Jadyn Shaw (Narrative-ish) When: This is kinda general, so lets just say it happens a little bit during Spanish III and a little bit in Jadyn's bedroom. Where: Zener. What: Isaiah knows certain things. Notes: No intention of powerplaying any other characters in Spanish III with Isaiah and Six. When it says that the class laughed, it was totally general *tiptoes around toes*
At eighteen, Isaiah Deaver knows all the ins and outs of High School, and that is what makes him smug. He is popular but not in the conventional way. The group of friends he has would hardly call themselves a group (let alone friends) They were more like sharks, banding together to rip apart the newest looser. There was a time when it was usually Isaiah who drew first blood.
The whiners. The wannabes the attention seekers they were all fair game. There was an endless stream that walked through the doors and down hallways. He always spotted them, frankly it was not hard to, and then came the bullying and the insults. He never let up. He hated them. In a way they reminded him of himself. In the end, wasn't troublemaking a form of attention seeking?
Now in his last year of Zener he finally has the attention he wants (and needs and craves) Detentions happen less frequently. It is a loosing battle to keep his permenant seat in the respective offices of the Headmasters. Still there are whiners who get chewed out. Teachers to annoy.
He knows he drives Avery Six nuts during Spanish. "Read a passage from the textbook, Isaiah" turns into him giving the class an impromptu and lewd soliloquy. He's got the accent down pat, rolling the R's with his tongue. The drawling tones he usually speaks in sounding more sensual in a foreign langauge.
He tells the class of a hard body against his own. Of hands sliding down his sides and to his hips. Of warm, wet kisses trailing down his neck. He looks at Six as his classmates laugh. Feel a thrill when his teacher's dark eyes flash in irritation. The knowledge of a name hangs between them and Isaiah sits before he is made to do so. Standing for longer then this would make him cave into the tempation to give voice to that name.
Isaiah doesn't tell Jadyn of his stunt at night. By this time he's already regretting it. And there's no time besides. The scenario in class is playing out in bed. Only this time it is a thousand times better. Only this time he is moaning in hissing syllables. "Jay, please, more, please love...I" He has barely enough time to open his eyes and see Jadyn above him before he throws his head back. The climax is intense and burning. The concussion on the headboard inevitable if it wasn't for Jadyn's hand cradling his head.
Blis is when Jadyn's hand pull through his hair. The pads of the others fingers smoothing over the lines of his face. At eighteen, Isaiah Deaver knows love and is loved. He cannot help but be smug.