THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY MEANT WHEN THEY SAID MOUTH-TO-MOUTH!
WHO: Martín and Lucy. (If anyone else wants to drop by, just PM!)
WHEN: Monday afternoon. (July 26th)
WHERE: First Aid & CPR class at LU.
WHAT: Well, I guess we're supposed to be learning how to save lives...
( Inter Arma Caritas, amirite? )
She had her eyes trained to her paper, not noticing the way her legs were crossed or the spot that Martín's backpack had dropped in. There was no way she was going to pass this class. The work and notes were easy enough, but the whole mouth-to-mouth thing?
It was pretty clear to her that she didn't want to lock lips with anyone (well except for one guy... God she needed to contact him again, even if the last time failed to be anything less than hysterical. She smiled slightly at the memory, squirming again in her seat. Why did school desks always have to be so uncomfortable?
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It was as if there here was a warm fog inside his head. And so, feeling lethargic and generally unmotivated, Martín took his sweet, leisurely time sliding onto the floor on his hands and knees and collecting the sheets of loose leaf that had scattered under his desk.
His notes for biochemistry, however, had slid under the foot of the girl behind him. Lucy-Marie. The corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk, eyes slowly trailing up her crossed legs.
He cleared his throat gently. "Psst, move jor feet."
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"If you look up my skirt I will hurt you again Martín," she hissed quietly to not disturb the class.
This boy had a strange tendancy to make her feel uncomfortably unclothed and she quickly placed a hand in her lap, hoping to ward off and unwanted eyes.
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"When has I ever done that?" he retorted just as softly, snatching up the papers and unceremoniously stuffing them into his bag. There was a sparkle of mirth in his voice and he had to wipe at his mouth distractedly to hide his smile.
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The girl squirmed in her seat, looking up as the teacher hushed her. She slumped down in her seat a bit. Great, and now she was in trouble. At least this session was sort of done... And hour left. Now if the clock would just hurry up...
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"Mirror...?" he repeated innocently. So far, no one had noticed that he wasn't in his seat. He quietly finished putting away his notes, sat back on his haunches, and peered about at everyone's shoes with mild interest. "It is for my face, of course."
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Grinning, he put a finger to his lips. "Shhh. Or the nice Mr. Tynsdale might-"
"Lucy-Marie," the instructor cut-in, brows lowered severely over his little eyes. Martín bit into his first knuckle to keep from snickering. "How many times are you planning on interrupting my lesson this afternoon? Or are you not here to learn how to prevent the loss of precious life?"
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God Martín was so dead when class was over.
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"Please spend less time chatting and more time-"
With the appropriate distraction Martín took the opportunity to swiftly crawl past his desk and to the left of Lucy's, clambering into the unoccupied chair and popping up with a refreshed sigh.
"-more time..." Mr. Tynsdale turned to look at the blonde, blinking owlishly as if his memory was failing him. His beady eyes flicked between the seat the young man had been sitting in moments before and the one he was in now. Confused, he went back to his laptop and changed the slide.
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Tossing a warning glare at the boy now next to her, she looked back to the front of the room, starting to take notes again quickly.
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When he caught sight of her eyes flashing, he smiled sheepishly, one hand slightly in the air and the other over his heart. It wasn't entirely a sincere apology, but it was close as Martín got. Lucy looked more upset than that time she maybe sort of caught him "accidentally" getting a look up her skirt.
But that was an accident.
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"And for the rest of today class, we are going to be practicing what we've learnt."
Didn't that mean... actually- putting your lips against someone else's?!
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"Just go ahead and uh..." The instructor stood and flicked on the back lights in the room, the class squinting and blinking as the extra fluorescent lights buzzed to life and made the white of the walls harsher. "Partner up."
Martín took one good look at the few people scattered around him and blanched. Hideous, hideous examples of human specimens. Except for of course Lucy but right now she might try to knee him in the huevos if he...
Oh, shit, that old lady with the hairy mole on her chin was trying to make eye contact. No! Its legs scraping and clicking on the linoleum tiles, he picked up his desk and dragged it closer to Lucy.
"Be my partner," he whispered hastily, cupping his hand around the outer edge of his eye like a blinder.
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Swallowing hard as she glanced around, she slowly realized that there weren't that many good looking people in the class well... besides Martín. "God...damnit. I am going to kill you after this," she mumbled, sitting up straight again and hunching down in her desk.
I can't believe we have to do this.
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His eyes grew wide. "For why?!" Once he was out of his seat, he swung his legs over his desk so that he was comfortably sitting on the edge facing her. He could definitely breathe easier knowing he wouldn't have to stare that gigantic mole in the eye.
Folding his arms over his chest, he smiled cheekily and gently kicked the leg of her desk. "Is resuscitation, boluda. I am not tried to steal jor... pureness."
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