S/x lurve
So, this is a snippet of the part where Shane meets Xander for the first time. I'm going to start posting character bios so you can meet them all properly and get a feel for why they do the things they do.
Xander lifts free weights in the weight room Thursday afternoon. Hy loves to life weights alone, even if Coach says hy can’t use certain equipment by hymself.
“Too damn risky, son,” Xander mimics Coach’s raspy, cigarette-charred intonation, “Th‘ school doesn‘t have the money if you‘re dad would decide to fuckin‘ sue. Don‘t use anything that requires a spotter.” Hy scoffs and sets down the 35 pound dumbbells.
A voice interrupts his solitude, “How‘d a pretty thing like you end up all by your lonesome in a place like this?” Xander whirls around, not unfamiliar with surprise beatings. It doesn’t occur to hym, until hy’s facing her, that the questioner has a feminine voice.
“Who are you?” Hy asks warily. She gives hym a crooked smile and places her hand on her hip.
“I,” she gestures up and down her frame with her free hand, “Am Chelle. You,” she points at hym, “Are Xander. Come with me.” Chelle crooks a finger toward herself. Xander blinks.
Without realizing it, hy takes a step toward the intriguing woman, “How do you know my name?” The dark-skinned girl laughs. It’s a deep, rich laugh and it comes from her belly as if it had been stored there for just this moment.
“Because I asked Coach Clay. And,” her smile turns to a smirk, “you‘ve written it on your shirt. Come now, I haven‘t got all day.” She crooks her finger again, then quickly becomes impatient.
“Xander, Shane won‘t be in his TA class much longer--come on,” she crosses the distance between them easily and takes a handful of hys shirt to lead hym by.
Xander stumbles after the dominating woman, wondering exactly who Shane is. “Who‘s Shane,” hy asks.
“Seriously? You practically salivate every time you see him. Shane Oliver Levin-Cormac. My lover. He‘s in P.E. and your lunch. You tripped in front of him a week ago and he, ever the gentleman, helped you gather your shit. I thought you were about to black his boots right fuckin‘ there,” Chelle tugs on hys muscle shirt again.
All the color drains from Xander’s face. Shane Levin-Cormac? The hottest guy in P.E., maybe the hottest guy in school? “Uh…Why are we going to see him?” Xander licks hys lips nervously.
Chelle stops in front of a classroom door. She turns and straightens hys shirt. “Because. Shane needs a boi. He‘s been…Different since Eric went to Shoreside. He should be happy, and, you need a Daddy. Don‘t try to deny it; like I said, I‘ve seen how you look at him. Thus, I‘ll properly intro you and you two can try one another out. If you‘re lucky, he might even collar you.”
For the first time, Xander notices the leather band around Chelle’s neck. It’s dark, nearly blood red. Hys eyes get unnaturally wide.
“Don‘t gawk. Be natural. Stay here; I‘ll go get Shane. Don‘t faint, dumb ass,” Chelle tugs on the hem of Xander’s shirt to get out a few more wrinkles.
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“Shane,” Chelle walks into the classroom as if she owns it. A boy with bleached-blond hair accented with dark blue streaks looks up from the teacher’s desk. The classroom is conspicuously empty. “Oh, good. I‘ll just bring hym in then,” she says, starting for the door.
Shane groans, “God damn it, Chelle. You didn‘t bring another boi, did you? Eric might still come back.” His eyes plead with the woman.
Chelle scoffs, “Don‘t be fucking stupid. Eric moved, and moved on, if Clara is to be believed. Look, just…Meet hym, okay? If you hate hym--which you won‘t--I‘ll put hym back where I found hym. Deal?”
Xander lifts free weights in the weight room Thursday afternoon. Hy loves to life weights alone, even if Coach says hy can’t use certain equipment by hymself.
“Too damn risky, son,” Xander mimics Coach’s raspy, cigarette-charred intonation, “Th‘ school doesn‘t have the money if you‘re dad would decide to fuckin‘ sue. Don‘t use anything that requires a spotter.” Hy scoffs and sets down the 35 pound dumbbells.
A voice interrupts his solitude, “How‘d a pretty thing like you end up all by your lonesome in a place like this?” Xander whirls around, not unfamiliar with surprise beatings. It doesn’t occur to hym, until hy’s facing her, that the questioner has a feminine voice.
“Who are you?” Hy asks warily. She gives hym a crooked smile and places her hand on her hip.
“I,” she gestures up and down her frame with her free hand, “Am Chelle. You,” she points at hym, “Are Xander. Come with me.” Chelle crooks a finger toward herself. Xander blinks.
Without realizing it, hy takes a step toward the intriguing woman, “How do you know my name?” The dark-skinned girl laughs. It’s a deep, rich laugh and it comes from her belly as if it had been stored there for just this moment.
“Because I asked Coach Clay. And,” her smile turns to a smirk, “you‘ve written it on your shirt. Come now, I haven‘t got all day.” She crooks her finger again, then quickly becomes impatient.
“Xander, Shane won‘t be in his TA class much longer--come on,” she crosses the distance between them easily and takes a handful of hys shirt to lead hym by.
Xander stumbles after the dominating woman, wondering exactly who Shane is. “Who‘s Shane,” hy asks.
“Seriously? You practically salivate every time you see him. Shane Oliver Levin-Cormac. My lover. He‘s in P.E. and your lunch. You tripped in front of him a week ago and he, ever the gentleman, helped you gather your shit. I thought you were about to black his boots right fuckin‘ there,” Chelle tugs on hys muscle shirt again.
All the color drains from Xander’s face. Shane Levin-Cormac? The hottest guy in P.E., maybe the hottest guy in school? “Uh…Why are we going to see him?” Xander licks hys lips nervously.
Chelle stops in front of a classroom door. She turns and straightens hys shirt. “Because. Shane needs a boi. He‘s been…Different since Eric went to Shoreside. He should be happy, and, you need a Daddy. Don‘t try to deny it; like I said, I‘ve seen how you look at him. Thus, I‘ll properly intro you and you two can try one another out. If you‘re lucky, he might even collar you.”
For the first time, Xander notices the leather band around Chelle’s neck. It’s dark, nearly blood red. Hys eyes get unnaturally wide.
“Don‘t gawk. Be natural. Stay here; I‘ll go get Shane. Don‘t faint, dumb ass,” Chelle tugs on the hem of Xander’s shirt to get out a few more wrinkles.
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“Shane,” Chelle walks into the classroom as if she owns it. A boy with bleached-blond hair accented with dark blue streaks looks up from the teacher’s desk. The classroom is conspicuously empty. “Oh, good. I‘ll just bring hym in then,” she says, starting for the door.
Shane groans, “God damn it, Chelle. You didn‘t bring another boi, did you? Eric might still come back.” His eyes plead with the woman.
Chelle scoffs, “Don‘t be fucking stupid. Eric moved, and moved on, if Clara is to be believed. Look, just…Meet hym, okay? If you hate hym--which you won‘t--I‘ll put hym back where I found hym. Deal?”