What Were You Thinking? [ PG-13. One-Shot. ] [ Finished. ]
Title: What Were You Thinking?
Author: Willow
Inspiration: Bianca St.Claire and Daniel “Cheshire” Slaughter
Character Copyrights: Bianca St.Claire © Willow
Daniel “Cheshire” Slaughter © Lissa-chan
Author’s Note: The last name of Cheshire was not my idea. The character belongs to Lissa-chan and she gave him his name. Loveyou!!! ^^
The night was calm and empty, save for the wildlife; she liked it that way. People just got in the way of things. Not to mention most of the people at her school were loud an annoying. There were only a few, that she knew of thus far, that had the calm demeanor she had. The girl had only been here a month so she didn’t know very many people. The people she did know were Sandi and Harley’s friends.
Sandi and Harley were two of the more “popular” girls in school. They knew everything about everyone and weren’t afraid to use it against them to get what they wanted. They were one in the same and nothing about either was different from the other. Well, except for their looks, of course.
Sandi was of medium height and build. Except for her unusually large breasts, which-the girl assumed-had been a gift from dear old Dad. She had platinum blond hair that was clearly a dye-job and large, deer-like, honey-colored eyes. She dressed like the majority of the girls in the school: too-short skirts or shorts, too-tight shirts that left nothing to the imagination, and very high, very expensive shoes.
Harley, however, was quite short. She was only five foot three. Despite her stature, she was only around one-hundred ten pounds, as where Sandi was around one-hundred twenty-five or one-hundred thirty. Harley had carmel-colored hair that reached her shoulders and was usually always straight and flipped in slightly. She also had the “so-last-year-side-bangs”. In other words: she always swept her bangs to one side of her forehead or the other. She also dressed like most other girls in the school, but preferred too-tight, too-low pants to shorts.
This girl was the complete opposite of both of them. She had bright auburn-almost red-hair that hung just past her shoulder blades that streaked itself with golden brown in the sun. She had bright green eyes that were just barely almond-shaped and shaded by very thick, very natural, very long, very black eyelashes. Her cheeks and nose were splattered in light freckles that only became darker during the summer. She was also a very tall five foot nine. She didn’t tower over of the girls, but was taller than nearly all of them. There were only a few that were taller than she.
A sharp cry broke into the girl’s thoughts as she stared blankly up at the stars from her perch on a rock. She looked into the dusky distance to see a figure heading towards her, waving their arm. It was male, she could tell. As he got closer, she could tell who it was.
Lannon James was about six foot exactly, had spiky, dirty blond hair, and deep-set blue eyes. He was built like the track star he was and showed it off at every chance he got-like now for instance. He was wearing a white muscle tee and dark-wash, tight pants with black Converse All Stars. He smiled at her as he drew nearer.
“Hey, Lannon,” the girl said, waving back weakly.
“Hey, Bianca,” Lannon said. His voice was breathy, indicating that he was winded from his jog.
Bianca had no idea how long he’d been jogging, but it must have been a while since he seemed be tired. Smiling, the girl scooted over on the rock and patted the spot next to her. “Sit,” she suggested.
Lannon smiled and took the seat next to her. “What are you doing out here?” he asked, leaning back on his hands and staring at Bianca.
“Chillin’,” the redhead replied, flicking a loose strand of hair from her freckled face. She looked to Lannon and smiled. “It’s much more peaceful than my room with Sandi.”
Lannon let out a small laugh and looked towards the woods. He stared blankly at the trees for a few moments before turning his attention back to Bianca. He smirked to himself and asked quietly, “Wanna go for a walk?”
Bianca was taken slightly aback, but she knew that he had liked her for a while. She looked at him suspiciously, but slowly nodded. As they stood up, she watched him warily. He had a reputation-although not as bad as some of the other boys at they school-of being a womanizer.
Inhaling sharply, Bianca put aside the rumors and facts she had heard through people and stood up. Lannon stood and took Bianca’s hand. He led her into the woods, nearly pulling her along.
He watched disdainfully as he led her into the woods, hand in hand. His already hard features scrunched even further in something very close to hatred. His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. What the hell was he doing?
His eyes closed and he breathed deeply through his nose. He’d have to do something about this. He wasn’t about to let Lannon James take something that belonged to him. His eyes opened slowly as the two disappeared into the woods. The last thing he saw was Bianca’s hair and the bright red shorts she was wearing: the ones she had worn on the very first day of school.
He stood up; making the scrub brush he was in rustle. He adjusted his pink and purple sweatshirt on his torso and looked around. There was no one around at this hour; it was around ten o’clock and no one dared to come out after school curfew. They were either too scared or banging someone.
Frowning, the boy shook his hair from his blue and brown eyes. This should be easy enough, Lannon wasn’t that tough. He could take him easy. After all, he was Daniel Slaughter, otherwise known as the “ever so hot and sexy”-according to half the student body, ninety-five perfect percent of said half was female-Cheshire.
“This’ll be too easy,” he whispered before disappearing into thin air.
“Lannon…Lannon!” Bianca nearly screeched at him. “Where are you taking me?! I demand you tell me, now!” He muttered something that she didn’t catch. It sounded something along the lines of somewhere where no one would hear her scream.
She looked back towards the school. She could no longer see it and the edge of the forest was disappearing more quickly now. The forest around them was becoming darker and thicker as the trees and foliage blocked out the natural moon and starlight. The forest floor was barely visible underneath her feet and she stumbled many times.
When they reached a clearing where the moon and stars shone down quite brightly, Bianca looked down at her knees and hands. She was scratched and bruised and there was a nasty looking cut on her leg just below her knee. The blood trickled down her leg slowly and it didn’t look to serious, but the bugger hurt like no other.
A shifting of leaves sounded behind them.
Her green eyes and freckled face turned to look to the sound. No one was there. She could have sworn she heard something. It was probably one of the forest creatures; a rabbit or something.
She turned to look back at Lannon. His grip was tightening on her wrist as she struggled to pull free. Her green eyes clouded over with anger and grayed slightly.
“Let-me-go!” she said forcefully.
Lannon only smiled devilishly and pushed her into the nearest tree. He had his hands on both of her shoulders and was slowly moving in. She struggled against his grip, but it was just much too strong.
Cheshire trailed them into the woods, keeping well out of earshot but still close enough so he could see Bianca’s bright red shorts and hair. He had to keep his eyes mostly on her pants, though, because her head kept dipping down as she stumbled along behind Lannon.
Bastard.
No one-and he meant no one-took what was his.
Not if they wanted to live, anyway.
The black haired boy followed behind them, keeping eyes on his footing and on Bianca’s ass-shorts, rather. It was hard to keep his footing this rugged terrain. His eyes were adjusting, but slower than he would have liked. And his feet just seemed to find every hole and root that was in front of him; he kept tripping and stumbling in his flight after Lannon and Bianca.
A few hundred yards ahead was a moonlit clearing. Lannon stopped there. Cheshire hurried his pace to a brisk jog to catch up to them. He stumbled through a bush and into the clearing. Bianca turned her face to the bush. She was looking right at him-or though him, maybe.
Damn…I forgot; she can’t see me.
He watched as Lannon shoved the redhead into a tree and moved slowly in. She struggled and struggled to get away, but couldn’t. Why didn’t she just blast him away with her telekinesis? Oh, yeah, she could only use it if she was focused and calm, not panicking about being raped by someone she thought to be her friend.
“Damn it, Lannon! Get your hands off her!” Cheshire growled from his place near the bush. As he said it, his body materialized and he stepped forward menacingly.
Lannon looked over, his eyes hungry and scared at the same time. He seemed a bit surprised to see Cheshire here and now, but that was quickly lost from sight as he straightened and faced the figure before him.
Cheshire’s eyes flicked to Bianca as she slipped down the tree, her face turned towards him. Her face wore an expression of horror, surprise, and outrage. Her eyes screamed for help as she stared directly into Cheshire’s face.
Cheshire nodded and turned his gaze back to Lannon. His eyes filled with rage and hate and his lips curled into a terrible snarl. The pale light glinted off his pearly white teeth as he glared at Lannon.
“What do you think you’re during here, Daniel?” Lannon asked using his adversary’s name instead of the nickname he had obtained some years before.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe,” he paused and pretended to think on it, “saving my woman from being raped?” He shrugged innocently and made a face of feigned confusion.
“Who said I was going to rape her?” Lannon asked, turning his face slightly in Bianca’s direction. His eyes flicked towards her, filling nearly to the brim with lust.
“It’s what you do, mate,” Cheshire said, taking one more step forward.
Lannon met the challenge with a step forward on his part. They were less than a foot apart now.
Cheshire smirked and looked down his nose at Lannon. He was only three inches taller than the boy, but rubbed it in every chance he got. That seemed to rub him the wrong way.
Lannon swung at Cheshire’s head. He deftly ducked and teleported behind him. He kicked Lannon in the back of the knee and sent him sprawling. Cheshire walked up to him as he turned over and groaned. Cheshire put a foot on the boy’s chest.
“Look,” he said calmly, “if you ever-and I do mean ever-get near her again I will personally see to that you wake up very confused, very naked, and very armless in a whore house in Cuba. Got it?” He smiled at the boy.
“Y-Yeah…Whatever you say, m-man…” Lannon stuttered.
Cheshire smiled at him once more and lifted his foot. He watched as Lannon ran off into the forest towards the school. Slowly, he turned to Bianca.
"Why, may I ask, did you follow him?" he asked as calmly as possible.
Bianca stared blankly at Cheshire. Her face was nearly void of any emotion. He had protected her. He never did that. What suddenly made him decide to do it now?
“Well?” Cheshire’s angry voice cut into her thoughts.
Bianca blinked and shook her head lightly. Her eyes filled suddenly with tears as she whispered, “I…I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe tha-” he stopped mid-sentence when he saw a tear leak out of Bianca’s eye and fall down her cheek. “Don’t,” he said as he walked forward and knelt down beside her. “Don’t cry.”
Bianca didn’t move, but just watched him as he pulled her to his chest. Slowly, her arms came up and rested on her hands lightly on his back. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
Cheshire rested his mouth on the top of Bianca’s head and kissed her hair. He pulled up a centimeter and said, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I promise.”
Bianca buried her head deeper into Cheshire’s chest. Her shoulders shook as she cried silently into his sweatshirt. She stopped shaking as a hand moved along her face and rested half way between her cheek and neck. Cheshire pulled her face up to look at him. Their eyes locked.
Cheshire moved slowly in and gently pressed his lips to Bianca’s. Bianca responded by gently kissing him back then pulling away. The lips were a little less than an inch apart when Cheshire asked, “Can we have sex now?”
Bianca smiled, let out a small laugh, and kissed him again. “Don’t ruin the moment,” she whispered.
[ Mmmmkay, this is the rest of my story Your Lips are Poision. I changed the name, as you can tell. This fir better. Hope you all like it. =} ]