The car engine was guttering quietly as the wheels crept up the steep incline that lead to, what the teenagers referred to as, Lovers Hide-way, probably because the jocks who painted the wooden signs they had then proceeded to prop against the big boulders the acted as a safety railing were far too stupid to add the 'a' in 'hideaway'. Not that
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Technically there was an eight year difference between them, but lust was something that was often very difficult to fully control. They'd had to steal their moments within the school, lest his position as a teacher be jeopardized. Tonight, though. Tonight was their moment, no more holding back.
"Glad to see you could make it, it's a little chilly out here."
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"Get in," she demanded impatiently, pushing dials on the radio until the music ceased, and then turned her full attention to the teacher whom had come out here to meet.
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"Thank god," he said, popping his neck. He pushed the back of the seat all the way down, giving him room to reach over. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss. "I've missed you. I was starting to think we'd never find time to ourselves."
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"Yeah, yeah," she jeered, glad for the dark to hide the slightest and faintest flush spreading across her cheeks. "That's really cute, Mister Sfondi."
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The girl looked back at the car blaring classical music. "That's annoying," she muttered under her breath, her flower-printed bag heavy and next to her, even if it was all empty of her utensils. The cheating couple were packing up to go home, covered in sticky honey and flour. Taiga smirked widely, before starting to get up.
As she passed Minatsuki's car, she rapped her knuckles against the window. "Oi, you. That dead guy music is bad enough, do you have to play it so loud? Geez."
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Even if she had conceded to the demands of the third - or rather, second - party, the brunette was hardly took lightly to being bossed around. Practically kicking the door open and sliding onto the gravelly pavement, she snapped at the other girl, "It's not my music choice." Her lips were drawn back in a displeased snarl but melted into a slightly appreciatively look at her bag. "...cute accessory."
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As the couple she had pranked left, shouting at her, she grinned in a slightly sadistic way, before turning her attention back to Minatsuki. She'd seen her around before, not her circles, but enough. It made her slightly suspicious as to why she was alone--did girls usually come and wait for the guys? Unless she was, well... in a weirder relationship.
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"Probably does," she drawled, eyes watching the retreat of the couple that, honestly, she didn't know and couldn't care less about, but seemed to know her new companion. Jerking her thumb over her shoulder in their direction, Minatsuki calmly cooed, "Friends of yours?"
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He loved telling her what to do most, and he loved when she put up a fight.
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Without looking over in the direction of the window, Minatsuki reached to push the button that would roll the glass down and waited until the window had been rolled completely down before unbuckling her seat belt and leaning over the rest both arms on the ledge where the glass had slid between and leaned out of the car to blink up at him. "Hey baby," she cooed in a sugary sweet voice to mirror that most old men used to hit on women obscenely younger than them. "Come here often?"
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"Only when I have business here," he answered, casually and coolly, and continuing the charade. "So, do you have what I want in this van of yours?"
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"What are you doing out here?" she asked boredly, stretching in the drivers seat and twirling a strand of her hair around one of her fingers. It should have been rather obvious what he had been doing around these parts, but there was no reason to push the topic as it wasn't of optimal importance to her.
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His mention of drugs caught her attention, and she raised both eyebrows as her nails lost all her attention. "You have all that?" she asked, mouth puckered in thought. She wasn't anywhere near a drug addict - hell, she didn't need to be - but she couldn't deny that she'd had some wicked trips off the product the blond had supplied her with in the past. Only problem was, quality product meant a high price. "I haven't got any money on me."
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"Are you expecting company?" He took another drag from the cigarette, savoring the moment. The background noises were intoxicating and for the first time in what felt like ages he actually felt relaxed. Everyone here waited for someone; may it be a lover or a customer. Unfortunately, he had already made his choice. This little bitch was his prey tonight and he couldn't have been less concerned about any eventual rivalry. He was, after all, used to getting what he wanted.
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That seemed like safe waters to tread in, although she was steadily regretting rolling down her window. This guy gave her the creeps. "You know what, I bet the little fucker decided to leave me. So I should probably get going..."
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