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Matilda Vance was a Butter Face.
She had the body of a Greek Goddess; long, lovely legs that connected to a perfectly slender waist. As thin as she was, Matilda had dangerous curves that fit her just right. Everything fit Matilda just right, now that he thought of it. From her freshly painted lengthy fingers, to her tiny and feminine feet. Even her hair was stunning- chocolate colored locks that fell well past her shoulders, landing neatly at the middle of her back in flawless, pristine curls. Matilda was aesthetically perfect..
... but.. her face...
And Riley was reminded of that every second of Potions Class, knowing that only a few inches away wheezed a unblessed creature- one so vial it made the fine hair on his arms stand on end. He knew that no more than a chair over she was chewing on a quill with her snaggletoothed smiled, gazing lovingly as him while he sat, shoulders hunched up and eyes permanently directed forward so he would never catch a glimpse.
Although, sometimes the inevitable would happen, and working in pairs was required.
Damn you! The teen would inwardly shout as he wallowed in a sea of self pity and horror, Damn you to hell! Why me, I ask, why me-ee-ee!
Thump... Thump... Thump.. Thump...
"Er- Riley..?" Matilda asked, sniffling loudly as she adjusted her glasses so the thick, red frame sat just below her bushy and dark brows- er, brow, "Riley. Can I ask why you're banging you're head on the desk like that?"
Yes, he'd heard her, but really he didn't see the need to stop his busy work. "Sure..."
"Uh- okay. Why are you banging your head on the desk like that?"
He paused for a moment, eyes flickering open just for a second before replying with a monotone droll, "I have.. a headache..."
Matilda tucked strand of hair behind her ear before awkwardly adjusting herself in the seat, "I, uh, I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't think that's going to help much."
"Oh no, it helps.." He corrected her, continuing his therapy, "I'm just going to knock myself out..... of it. Yes, that's what I'll do. Just.. start something- uh.. start..."
"The project?"
He paused again, "Yeah, try that. Yeah..."
She had the body of a Greek Goddess; long, lovely legs that connected to a perfectly slender waist. As thin as she was, Matilda had dangerous curves that fit her just right. Everything fit Matilda just right, now that he thought of it. From her freshly painted lengthy fingers, to her tiny and feminine feet. Even her hair was stunning- chocolate colored locks that fell well past her shoulders, landing neatly at the middle of her back in flawless, pristine curls. Matilda was aesthetically perfect..
... but.. her face...
And Riley was reminded of that every second of Potions Class, knowing that only a few inches away wheezed a unblessed creature- one so vial it made the fine hair on his arms stand on end. He knew that no more than a chair over she was chewing on a quill with her snaggletoothed smiled, gazing lovingly as him while he sat, shoulders hunched up and eyes permanently directed forward so he would never catch a glimpse.
Although, sometimes the inevitable would happen, and working in pairs was required.
Damn you! The teen would inwardly shout as he wallowed in a sea of self pity and horror, Damn you to hell! Why me, I ask, why me-ee-ee!
Thump... Thump... Thump.. Thump...
"Er- Riley..?" Matilda asked, sniffling loudly as she adjusted her glasses so the thick, red frame sat just below her bushy and dark brows- er, brow, "Riley. Can I ask why you're banging you're head on the desk like that?"
Yes, he'd heard her, but really he didn't see the need to stop his busy work. "Sure..."
"Uh- okay. Why are you banging your head on the desk like that?"
He paused for a moment, eyes flickering open just for a second before replying with a monotone droll, "I have.. a headache..."
Matilda tucked strand of hair behind her ear before awkwardly adjusting herself in the seat, "I, uh, I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't think that's going to help much."
"Oh no, it helps.." He corrected her, continuing his therapy, "I'm just going to knock myself out..... of it. Yes, that's what I'll do. Just.. start something- uh.. start..."
"The project?"
He paused again, "Yeah, try that. Yeah..."