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actionreactionI don't know if anyone else is actually reading this and wants us to continue, but here's part three: Pembroke Academy.
I Did Miss You
Wyatt was irritable. All day week long he'd been snapping at people - at Larsen and Reis, his..."friends," at Daphne, the dark haired girl who always managed to be simpering nearby, at anyone who crossed his path. Except Torrance. Which was the source of the problem. Because Torrance wasn't crossing Wyatt's path. Oh he was there in class, but he was gone before Wyatt could even finish putting his books away.
He wasn't causing scenes in the cafeteria. He wasn't hanging out by Wyatt's locker. He wasn't there being his irritating self.
And it irritated Wyatt even more because he actually missed it.
Wyatt finally just gave up and cornered him just as their last class let out, not stopping to gather his things, just heading straight for the taller boy. "Are you avoiding me, Storm?"
Torrance, shrugging his bag onto his shoulder, reached up to loosen his tie, ignoring the other students filing out past them both. "What?"
Wyatt scowled. "Why do you act like you don't hear me when I talk? I said, are. you. avoiding me?"
Torrance swept that gold gaze over him. "Why would you ask that?"
Wyatt exhaled audibly, Torrance's calm voice adding to his irritation. "Oh probably because last week you were constantly in my face and this week you've said all of six words to me. And all of them just now."
Torrance's next words would irritate Wyatt farther. "Why, Wyatt Eckart, have you missed me?"
Wyatt's face went alternately white then red. "Fuck no, Storm," he hissed. "I just want to know what the fuck kind of game you're playing here."
Torrance straightened then, suddenly seeming to grown at least three inches, looking down at Wyatt with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Game, Eckart? You want to know what kind of game I'm playing?" He reached out then, and slipped long fingers around Wyatt's tie, sliding his hand up to the Windsor knot at his neck. His eyes flashed and he pulled Wyatt closer, by his tie, mere inches separating them and breathed the words almost against Wyatt's mouth. "One I intend to win." As quickly and smoothly as he'd grabbed it, Torrance released Wyatt's tie and brushed past him. "Be seein' you, Eckart." He got to the door of the classroom and turned back, a smirk on his lips. "Nice to know you missed me."
Wyatt stood, in the empty classroom, had unconsciously reaching for his tie where Torrance had grabbed it. What the fuck was that? He gathered his books, unable to shake the image of Torrance leaning in so close... "The fuck?" Wyatt swore, aloud this time as he left, heading to his locker. Larsen and Reis were there, as usual, curious about Wyatt's sudden quiet and introspective behavior.
The next day, Torrance was waiting for Wyatt at his locker again.
I Did Miss You
Wyatt was irritable. All day week long he'd been snapping at people - at Larsen and Reis, his..."friends," at Daphne, the dark haired girl who always managed to be simpering nearby, at anyone who crossed his path. Except Torrance. Which was the source of the problem. Because Torrance wasn't crossing Wyatt's path. Oh he was there in class, but he was gone before Wyatt could even finish putting his books away.
He wasn't causing scenes in the cafeteria. He wasn't hanging out by Wyatt's locker. He wasn't there being his irritating self.
And it irritated Wyatt even more because he actually missed it.
Wyatt finally just gave up and cornered him just as their last class let out, not stopping to gather his things, just heading straight for the taller boy. "Are you avoiding me, Storm?"
Torrance, shrugging his bag onto his shoulder, reached up to loosen his tie, ignoring the other students filing out past them both. "What?"
Wyatt scowled. "Why do you act like you don't hear me when I talk? I said, are. you. avoiding me?"
Torrance swept that gold gaze over him. "Why would you ask that?"
Wyatt exhaled audibly, Torrance's calm voice adding to his irritation. "Oh probably because last week you were constantly in my face and this week you've said all of six words to me. And all of them just now."
Torrance's next words would irritate Wyatt farther. "Why, Wyatt Eckart, have you missed me?"
Wyatt's face went alternately white then red. "Fuck no, Storm," he hissed. "I just want to know what the fuck kind of game you're playing here."
Torrance straightened then, suddenly seeming to grown at least three inches, looking down at Wyatt with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Game, Eckart? You want to know what kind of game I'm playing?" He reached out then, and slipped long fingers around Wyatt's tie, sliding his hand up to the Windsor knot at his neck. His eyes flashed and he pulled Wyatt closer, by his tie, mere inches separating them and breathed the words almost against Wyatt's mouth. "One I intend to win." As quickly and smoothly as he'd grabbed it, Torrance released Wyatt's tie and brushed past him. "Be seein' you, Eckart." He got to the door of the classroom and turned back, a smirk on his lips. "Nice to know you missed me."
Wyatt stood, in the empty classroom, had unconsciously reaching for his tie where Torrance had grabbed it. What the fuck was that? He gathered his books, unable to shake the image of Torrance leaning in so close... "The fuck?" Wyatt swore, aloud this time as he left, heading to his locker. Larsen and Reis were there, as usual, curious about Wyatt's sudden quiet and introspective behavior.
The next day, Torrance was waiting for Wyatt at his locker again.