Basic Body Types (Christian)

Her movement stopped, still like a statue. If one could see tension, they would have seen the radiating sparks off her. Her eyes might have glowed red, her whole body might have leaked waves of black squiggled lines of irritation as it rose into the air. Her hands clenched into fists, digging those pointed nails into her palms as she tried to calm herself. The cosmos had determined, though, that Miss Beckendorf would not make the first day of school here. Her temper rose, tangibly, from her toes, struggling past her defenses until it finally reached her head, boiling from her ears in a squeal.

Any other day--any other moment, she would have been able to keep her temper. Okay, perhaps not any other day or any other moment.. but there were plenty of moments that could have been had that this tall, blonde, insanely attractive, snotty son of a bitch could have shown up in her space. She fully expected popular kids like him to cause her grief, but not right now--not while she was angry. Did he have no survival instinct at all? Annoying, he said? She'd show him annoying.

Her movement was very fast for someone her size, her foot slipping out to a sturdy stance, settling her left foot firmly right behind his own ankle in order to set him off balance when her open-handed palm heel came full-boar at his ribcage, the flow of her hips straight up to the final impact a perfect strike, fast as a snake. Her hair resettled behind her shoulders after the movement and she stood there a moment, snarling, before resettling herself in a straight position at her full height and glowering at him over the curve of her ample bosom.

The stare said it without her making a flap of her lips.

Try my temper some more. Find out what it feels like when I heel kick you.

He had flown to his place at her feet with very little resistance, settling himself on his ass, barely stopping his head from collision by a careful use of his hand to slow the momentum; clever, but he'd pay for it with a bit of bandaging. She had shown the little preppy boy where he could shove his annoyance, and it felt massively good. The picture of him staring up at her from that place in the dirt could have only been more perfect had he been on his face. She was a God in that moment. Absolute power and everything she could ever want in revenge. Meredith's smile was one of self-satisfaction. He had left himself wide open as he possibly could have, whether that was from arrogance or lack of training, she didn't know nor care. All that mattered to her was being able to stare smugly down at the ponce from her elevated station after putting him firmly on the ground. As a matter of fact, the more she thought about it, the more worth the inevitable expulsion after he threw his preppy boy fit seemed worth it.

But it was her turn to be surprised when he responded to her. Instead of crying and screaming about how he'd sic his very wealthy parents on her, he.. introduced himself, and even made a little joke at his own expense. She blinked those big brown eyes and swept her hair back away from her face quickly, staring down at him from the dark circles of eyeliner, then bent down and grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him up, using her balance in her very well-endowed hips to counterbalance the bigger boy's weight as she pulled him up with a strength that was impressive for a girl her size. "There. No hand needed."

It was the closest he was getting to an apology, so he had better not have expected any more, she thought to herself as she fixed her hair and brushed off her skirt, noticing just now that she had flung her back to the ground with the twist of her body. She sighed softly and dusted herself off first, leaving it there for the moment, "I'm Meredith, and ..." Well, what the hell was she supposed to say after flooring the poor kid? "I'm new."

Her eyes flashed from his feet to his face, observing him with an expression that betrayed easily her confusion. He was tall, well built, good looking, and .. talking to her. Some of the girls she could pick up while listening were echoing mirrors of jealousy rather than insults. Today was the most interesting first day of school she had ever experienced, and it didn't look like it would result in her leaving the school today. She took her bag from him and slung it over her shoulder, watching him put those hands in his pockets again.

"So.. first day for both of us," She mused, aloud, and shrugged her shoulders, "I'm headed toward my new dorms. Where.. do you come from?" Her Australian accent had been washed out over the past half a year in England, but it was still just hidden underneath the words she spoke. Another whisper from behind her, and Meredith got.. the most evil glint in her eyes. She smiled graciously up at him and pushed those black bangs out of her face, "So, don't take this the wrong way," she paused, remembering his name, "Christian."

She wrapped her arm suddenly around one of his, pulling herself in close to him, She glanced back again, smiling over her shoulder at a rather distressed looking brunette with a big mouth, "You'll find I'm a bit obnoxious, but I'll totally make it worth your while if you don't freak out." The words were spoken very softly as she stared up from beneath those thick, coal eyelashes. Her hips kind of tilted to the side, forcing him to lean down just a bit so she could turn around and plant a very thorough kiss at the corner of his lips.

The chorus of gasps as the crowd moved by almost drowned out the first that she was looking for, but it was irrelevant, since she could see the chick beyond the archway. Today is a good day--granted he doesn't punch me in the gut.

From France? He didn't possess most of his accent, if he was from France. But she supposed she had lost most of hers in just six months, so she could forgive that transgression. She held no particular feeling of love for France--matter of fact, the country annoyed her, even. Mostly because she hated hearing little girls spasm over it. So, she opted to just forget he had said it, instead--she was too busy feeling triumphant again. How many guys would just give up the corner of their lips on a newly-met girl's whim? It was an ego booster, a.. power trip. Meredith didn't have a lot of those, so when they came, she grabbed them by both horns, so to speak... little wins were the best kind of triumphs.

She was smiling through that little kiss, her eyes were half-lidded, her entire expression that of a seductress before she felt something strange--a touch of his hand against her cheek, and those brown eyes went wide. He adjusted his head, just a slight tilt while holding her still and those lips pressed flush against hers. Heat rushed to her cheeks, but she didn't show it in her eyes, forcing them to close instead of opening wide. After all, the touch would be wasted if she blew it looking like she was baffled! It's just for show. It's just for show. Nobody like him would kiss someone like her--but he was and ... why was he? They didn't need to kiss for.. well, real is a silly word to apply in a situation that involves tangibles at all, but that was the only adjective she could think of--and it was amazing that she could even think of an adjective at all, or even recognize that the word was an adjective.

Stupid boy--how on earth can you be so marvelously perfect and so serenely imperfect at the same time?

She waited for a moment, after all, she didn't kiss very often. She needed to be careful where her fantasies might take her, though, and chose to end it before he did. After all, she didn't want to seem interested--that would be awkward after that lead in she had pushed. The last thing she wanted to do was have put herself out like an idiot and suddenly seem like she had fallen in love--which, honestly, what kind of idiot falls in love the first day they meet someone?--and so she'd have to force herself not to find him perfect. So, what exactly was wrong with him?

Too blonde. Too abrasive. Too tall. Too attractive. His voice sounds like rough gravel under the rain and he smelled of pine needles. Obviously, nobody like that could ever make her want to share intimacy with them.

... Well, that argument sucked. She removed herself from around his arm in a distracted effort to pick up her back that was already over her shoulder. Instead, she slyly adjusted it, looking like she had become weary of its weight and started to walk forward again, "Come on, then. To my dorm, yeah?" She smiled a coy grin, the touch of blush at the edge of her cheeks disappearing as she stepped forward, walking on her toes instead of stomping, the proper way to walk in heels, minimizing the sound effect for his benefit as a small thank you for his... participation in her charade.

Meredith took careful note of his favored hand, and left her own hand loose around his. Her fingernails slid across his skin just barely, a fine touch as she walked. Her other hand kept returning to her hair, and she led him a roundabout way. She knew by the map they had given her that the way she was leading him wasn't the correct way, but she wanted to get out of the direct view of everyone, "Hm? Oh. I moved from Australia when I got adopted." She said it nonchalantly, as if it wasn't worth much mention at all. She finally twisted around a corner with him and removed her hand idly from his own, pulling it up to her chest as if she might be rescuing it shyly from herself.. or coveting the moment, one of the two.

She glanced with big brown eyes back over her shoulder and bit her lower lip, then slowly allowed herself to loosen and smile, "Thanks. That was.. well, most people would have cried like a little girl." She laughed as she continued to walk forward, holding her head high and grinning like a Cheshire cat. From here, they could take the practically empty halls to the dorm rooms--she was glad she had guessed right; very few kids were stalking near the classrooms before they had to be, which left this area to them.

Christian was an interesting name for a guy who had just kissed her in an act to dishearten the masses. I wonder if he realizes that might follow him pretty bad for the rest of the year. She didn't care. After all, if they didn't hit it off, she could just as easily sabotage him as he could do to her, and she was well-practiced in verbal warfare, and while he was surprising, she was fairly certain that he didn't have as much practice in her home court as she did.

The doors were passing them pretty rapidly. She had a quick gait and he had a long one, so they were making time that Meredith hadn't really expected to make. She walked staring at her feet--it was a bad habit, something she needed to break herself of, but it seemed like her eyes just naturally drifted downward, "I moved here about six months ago." She didn't quite realize that the information might be shocking--adopted at 14 was pretty weird. Apparently, though, a lot of facts eluded Meredith as she glanced over her shoulder to check behind them, and ran smack dab into him when he rounded about to look at her and slowed the quick gait again.

She hadn't realized how tall he was until she had her nose against his ribcage. Standing straight up, the top of her head came to his nose--and she was wearing heels! God, he was huge. She stepped back from him and rubbed her nose a moment with her hand and sighed, shaking her head, "There's nothing wrong with crying--I thought people grew out of that specific gender-role crap." She quirked an eyebrow at him, staring up at him through her lashes before he distracted her again.

"Some girl was making fun of me for not being her ... specific body type." She shrugged a shoulder, looking a little nervous. If he dared to tell her that it wasn't cause enough to be pissed off, she was going to kick him instead of punch him this time, and she was the perfect height to put her knee right between his legs. Her thoughts brought her eyes to his legs, checking his stance briefly. He had his legs just wide enough that his crotch was accessible if she was fast--and she could be fast. Her eyes traveled back up to his eyes and she grinned a mischievous smile again.

Huh. You know, I bet he is even better looking naked...