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Post by Zander Dredly on Jan 15, 2008 1:03:23 GMT -5
The music ended and the choreographer left the room in a huff. Apparently the class fared badly today. No one was on form. That, or that erratic choreographer of theirs was in a foul mood. Whatever it was, Zander was just glad that class ended this early. They were really pushed to their limits this time, both mentally and physically, and he needed a break. Shrugging in an annoyed fashion at a fellow dancer in the room, Zander swept his fringe away from his eyes as he made his way to the side of the room to collect his bag. He stared at himself in the mirror as he took a towel out of the bag to dry his perspiration. The black sleeveless shirt that he dons is pretty miuch soaked through, but he'll change out of it soon.
Not bothering with good-byes and see-you-tomorrows because he just doesn't feel like it, Zander walked out of the jazz studio and took his water bottle out of his bag. Ah, the cold water felt good against his heated throat. Feeling better now that he has gotten away from his studio, Zander made his way to the ballet studio, a place he likes to lodge himself at to stare at the senior girls at work. If it hadn't been for his desiribility, Zander would have been labelled a low-life pervert. Contrary to popular belief, the number one thing he desires really isn't sex; he doesn't do it often anyway. What the boy constantly seeks for instead is some olderfemale companionship. Besides, he knew that the girls discreetly enjoy watching him watching them.
Dropping his bag to the floor, Zander rested his arms on the ledge against the huge glass windows where one can look into the studio, just as his eyes rested on the ballerina he loves watching the most. Tegan Florence. A close friend. A perfect older girl to flirt with. Well, not really much older than him, since its just a year more. But Zander likes to emphasise on that. What's more, Zander likes it when Tegan looks annoyed at his confident flirtations with her. Secretly, he believes that the girl likes it. Very typical Zander -- to think extremely highly of himself. It never seem to have struck him to wonder why many people really do dislike him. Then again, they are either odd, ugly, boring, or poor to the boy who is selective with who he gives his attention to. Narrow minded and quick to judge a person by their looks or what he has heard about them, Zander only likes people who amuses him or offers entertainment to him of any sort. Thing is, Zander is really an odd person too. He can find amusement in the strangest of things.
And that's why Zander has fixed his eyes on Tegan, adament to have her realise that she is being stared at.
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Post by tegan florence on Jan 15, 2008 1:45:45 GMT -5
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
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Fifth position. Tendu. Passe. Pique. Tendu. Passe. Pique. Tendu. Passe. Pique. Over and over the positions repeated. In a line, the girls tendued, passed, and piqued across the floor. It was like a river flowing across the light wooden floor. Each pair of ballet slippers perfectly executing the moves. Tegan was the second in the line as the group made their way over the floor. Her eyes glancing up after seeing the jazz choreographer make his way pasted. She knew who would be standing at the window now. None other than the flirtatious Zander Dredly. She gave him a small wave. A smile flickering across her face, but it disappeared as the teacher thudded her cane on the floor.
Tegan rested her hands on her hips again, thumbs up as they learned so many years ago.
The class continued on practicing for the next ten minutes, but soon the teacher called the group to her. "Good going ladies. Next class I'm bringing in my son who is a bit olda than you all. He's dancing with the London Dance Theater. So it will be a great le'ning experience for you all," she stopped and everyone started to dwindle away. "Tegan, next class I expect you not to pay attention to those around you. Not even if it's that lad. You should be used to distractions by now young lady." At that the teacher made her way to the far end of the room and gathered her things. Tegan rolled her eyes with a smile, making her way to her bag. The other girls were standing around avidly talking about anything and everything. With a few goodbye's and "see you later's" Tegan grabbed her bag and left the studio.
"Zander, Zander, Zander. You know you get me in trouble almost everyday. You should really stop stalking me," Tegan said with a cute smile. Her bag was resting over her shoulder and she had taken her water bottle from it moments before. Her pointe shoes were in her bag, seeing as in class they rarely used them. Instead her feet were clad in her pink, soft ballet slippers. It was like wearing socks, so Tegan was much shorter than Zander at the moment. It was okay though. Tegan was used to being average to small height. Zander was a guy, he was supposed to be taller.
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Post by Zander Dredly on Jan 15, 2008 2:10:06 GMT -5
As the girls finally gathered to the teacher, Zander smirked to himself as his eyes roamed through the pack of them. He could have endless fantasies of the ballerinas. Not now though, he was going to get the company of Tegan, he was sure.
Sure enough, the girl left the studio quickly to join him. "I stalk you?" He repeated in an overtly innocent tone of voice. Then leaning in closer to Tegan's ear, he said in a low tone in an attempt to sound alluring.
"Why don't you tell the teacher I'm your boyfrienddd."
"AND a supportive one at that! Since I lurk around so often." Withdrawing so that he is just walking side by side with Tegan, Zander kept his bottle and left his towel hanging casually on his shoulder. Of course he was joking. If Ellinora, his girlfriend, found out about his frequent visits to the ballet studio, she wouldn't be too happy, although she should have gotten used to his constant seeking for female companionship. The fact that he hasn't slept with any other girl except Nora since they were together from the age of fifteen should be enough faithfulness shown from him.
Still, the girlfriend is far from Zander's mind as he walked closely with Tegan. In a player manner, he leaned closer to the girl to get a whiff of her scent.
"Mmmmm," he started with a deliberate smile of overt happiness on his face as he took in a deep breath of Tegan's scent.
"Okay, now return the favour."
Laughing as he backed away from Tegan, Zander accidentally knocked into another younger boy and turned to give him an annoyed look. It didn't matter if the one at fault was Zander. He never blames himself.
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Post by tegan florence on Jan 15, 2008 2:27:46 GMT -5
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
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"Why don't you tell the teacher I'm your boyfrienddd." Tegan's breath was caught short for a moment. Was he serious? A smile graced her face once more at the thought, but it soon faded with the thought of Tommy. Not only Tommy, but her past as well.
AND a supportive one at that! Since I lurk around so often."
"You? My boyfriend...I wouldn't dare date a boy as innocent and boyish as the Zander Dredly. Nope, not Tegan. I only settle for college boys," she said teasing Zander as always. A smile appeared on her lips once more. Zander was so much fun to toy with. He was so cute and he gave as much shit to her as she fed to him. They loved to hate each other and hated to love each other. Though Tegan knew Zander loved to love her and she the same. They just were to lost pieces in a world wide puzzle. She glanced at Zander as she took a drink of water. He was as casual as usual. In his jazz outfit and her in her leotard made quite the pair walking along the studio.
There was a short silence, but in that time Zander had taken in a long breath of her scent. It was maybe awkward for some, but Tegan was used to it by now. Zander was strange in some ways. Tegan liked it though. "Mmmmm." Tegan giggled lightly. He was so silly, but how could she be grossed out. She was sweaty and rather...gross looking, but Zander still liked the smell somehow. She saw him smile with the scent he caught from her body. "Not sure what to say to that..." Tegan said with a smile, yet again.
Tegan stopped and turned to face Zander. Then, as Zander said, she returned the favor. Getting rather close to the boy. She grabbed his hands in hers and pulled him to her. She buried her nose into his collarbone, standing on tiptoe. The smell of Zander's body filled her lungs. It was brilliant. A scent of dried sweat, drier sheets, and the regular Zander smell. She smiled as she took another breath in. Taking in Zander's aroma once more.
I like it," she finally said looking up at the boy.
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Post by Zander Dredly on Jan 16, 2008 1:03:46 GMT -5
"I wouldn't dare date a boy as innocent and boyish as the Zander Dredly."
"Ah, Madame, that's true. But there's always a first for everything. Besides ... boyish ad innocent?! I'm a man!" Proudly, Zander punched his chest twice as he said so.
See, Zander's an opportunist. He flirts around with older girls in school, and see who returns the attention. It doesn't mean much, but its just the general senior girls population that he's interested in. He is playful, charming, and sometimes sweet. But that's only a side of him. Once something fails to amuse him anymore, he usually abandons it in search for new wine. Not a very settled boy, since he really is still a boy, Zander can be rather nasty -- kind of like how a kid, upon getting a new toy truck, disposes the old one immediately. Yeah, Zander's got a lot of growing up to do once sweet sixteen is over.
At first, Zander thought he had dumbfounded the girl with his theatrics. That is, until she really did return the favour. A little surprised, he grinned at her actions, happy at the thought of looking like he just scored with this girl. Not scored like he slept with her, no. Its scored, because people would see, and the other junior boys would envy him.
Feeling bold enough, Zander leaned closer to Tegan and sneaked a peck on her cheek, just after she told him she that she likes his scent.
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Post by tegan florence on Jan 20, 2008 0:19:27 GMT -5
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
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Tegan's grip on Zander's hands loosened as he pecked her cheek. She gave him a playful smile as she fell back onto the floor from once being on her tip toes. "You know...I know you want me for my body," she said with a laugh. She was only joking with him, but it was fun all the same. Zander was cute and all the girls in her class knew it. They all talked about him at the end of class standing at the window of the studio. All of them wished it was because of them. Tegan knew she was the only one he was watching. But really Zander was just being Zander. He was just trying to make the girls talk about him.
A few butterflies fluttered around in Tegan's stomach as she stood with Zander in silence. She knew it wasn't because she was with him. It was merely because what was going on. She hadn't had a relationship with a guy since Tommy. Kisses and hugs were almost foreign to her by now. There was no denying that Zander was attractive and the girls passing envied her, but Tegan just wanted the affection mostly. It had been forever since Tegan could remember even her mother hugging her. They're weren't very close, but at least they still talked once in a while.
"Zander, why don't you have a girlfriend?" The thought had entered her mind many times, but she had never come to figure it out. Zander was a very handsome boy with a good personality. She didn't understand why he wouldn't have a girlfriend in all the time she'd known him. Was it because of her? No, it couldn't be. She was just a play toy to have some fun with while he sought after a potential girlfriend. She knew it...or so she thought.
Tegan stood, her arms now folded across her chest as she peered at Zander with hollow looking eyes. The other ballerina's had started filing by them, just in time to see them near eachother just a few moments ago. Tegan wanted to smile as she heard their whispers and giggles.
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Post by Zander Dredly on Jan 20, 2008 0:45:50 GMT -5
With eyes a little wide open, Zander laughed as he fixed his eyes on Tegan. "Well that was pretty straightforward. But sweetheart," Zander started to whisper into Tegan's ear, "you've no idea how I can make your body feel if I could." Chuckling as he withdrew, he watched nervously as the other seventeen year old ballet girls filed out of the room.
He would have to mind his distance with Tegan, seeing that almost everyone in the school knows that his girlfriend, seventeen year old Ellinora Gray, also happens to be a ballerina. He knew that the girlfriend wouldn't be at practise today. He had just visited her in the morning as she laid in bed nursing a bad migrane. But of course, his visit to Tegan now would stir more gossip.
Thing is, Zander had always been careful to not appear too close to other girls in the presence of the girlfriend. So she can hear all about the gossips, and fights would happen between the both of them, but nothing translated into potential for break-up. If a break-up should happen, Zander would have too answer to daddy. Zander Dredly and Ellinora Gray were predestined to be a couple ever since they were mere children, given the business politics between both families.
Given that Zander assumed that people know about him and Ellinora, Tegan's question surprised the boy. Still, it gave him no intention to clarify the truth for her.
"I've been waiting for youuu, all myyy life." Singing the line in a random tune, Zander started to walk, leading the both of them away from the other ballerina girls. It made him nervous, thinking of what they could have been talking about, and whether they would report them to the girlfriend.
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Post by tegan florence on Jan 20, 2008 0:54:18 GMT -5
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
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At the first sentence Zander said, Tegan gave another smile. He was so easy to flirt with. How could she not have fun doing this. "You've no idea how I can make your body feel if I could." At that Tegan giggled, putting a hand to her mouth. She was like a school girl melting in Zander's every word. It was sort of pathetic, but Tegan loved it. It made her feel wanted and liked. She struggled with that seeing as her past wasn't forgiving at all.
Tegan had asked the question without really thinking. But she still didn't realize Zander had a girlfriend. She would have cared less though. She had already labeled herself as a cheater and a scum, it didn't matter if she flirted with a taken guy. Tegan had no idea Zander was already "promised" to Ellinora. To her, Ellinora was no one. In fact, Tegan didn't even know an Ellinora. Well, that's a lie. Tegan knew of her and had danced once or twice with her. But the two had never talked. They were mere dancers in the same school.
I've been waiting for youuu, all myyy life."
With yet another girlish smile, Tegan looked away from Zander. He had almost made her blush. That was a rare sight. Tegan was never embarassed. After taking a breath and composing herself Tegan looked back to Zander. "Now mister, you don't try to sweet talk me. I see right through you." She lied.
{ ooc; it's a bit lacking. XD sorreh.
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Post by Zander Dredly on Jan 24, 2008 15:21:05 GMT -5
Zander likes to think he has a knack at making people feel whatever he intends them to feel just by his words. People praise him, love him, or hate him, just because of the words he spouts from his lips. Sure, those lips have offended too many. But the amount of good-looking girls charmed with the same lips could make up for the numbers of the unhappy ones.
Seeing that today's opportunity would be rare because of the absence of the girlfriend, Zander decided that he should make the most of it. He didn't wait for the girl to finish what she wanted to say before allowing his hands the liberty to encricle her waist to pull her closer to the side of his body. Lowering his head so that his lips could press against Tegan's left temple, he replied again with the same murmur against her skin.
"Really...? But that's unfair..."
"I can't see right through you..."
"Your clothes are in the way."
With that, Zander trailed Tegan's cheekbone with his lips with his eyes opened, watching for her reaction. By this time, the both of them are standing at the back of the dance corridor, hidden by a pillar which Zander gradually edged the girl's back towards. Besides, since most of the classes had ended, there should be too little people around to realise their presence.
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Post by tegan florence on Jan 24, 2008 15:38:34 GMT -5
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
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Tegan's eyes glanced passed Zander as he pressed his lips to her head. She was a bit embarrassed. She hadn't really had effection from a guy since she'd been with Tommy so many months ago. Even then, Tommy wasn't one for public display of effection. He wasn't like that. More into flaunting himself then their relationship. But Tegan shook the thought from her head. Her cheeks flushed a light pink color at the words Zander now said.
"My clothes are in the way, huh?" She smiled.
"You want to fix that little problem?"
Tegan didn't really know what she was getting herself into. The words spilled out of her mouth like vomit. But she didn't stop at just those words. She let her hands wonder around to encircle Zander's torso. They now faced eachother, though she was still shorter. Tegan lifted herself once more, this time letting her lips brush again those of Zander. His were soft and smooth. A smiled was hinted in the corner of Tegan's mouth. Her tounge played behind her lips as she gazed upon those of Zander's. He was very desirable. All the girls knew it. They just didn't let their emotions run wild like Tegan was doing.
"Mr. Dredly, I think I like you too much for my own good," she said lifting a hand to run her fingers through his hair. She didn't care if he liked it or not. It was something Tegan loved. The feeling of hair that is, well nice soft hair. Good thing Zander had good hair. That was something Tegan was very particular about. She hated semi-balding, course or frizzy hair. Smooth and soft were the key words for her.
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Post by Zander Dredly on Jan 25, 2008 2:05:28 GMT -5
Zander smirked in amusement at Tegan's responses. It was all too easy for him to want more, to explore further, to knock down that intangible barricade that demands for his return to responsibility and loyalty. But to a boy whose feelings rule his daily thoughts and actions, Zander was struggling to sustain his self-control, and that bit of goodness left in him that desires to not let Ellinora down - the same good desire that he refuses to admit to the girlfriend. He had thrown too much detachment and irreponsibility between them, it felt too difficult to keep them away. Besides, where could he possibly sweep them to?
Zander let himself go, and relaxed at Tegan's inviting touch. Every girl that he chooses to get physical with should be enjoyed slowly. He always took joy in memorising the scent and the pleasure spots of the girls he held, the girls he kissed, and the girls he made out with. Sure, Zander Dredly would flirt with any girl with decent enough looks. But only a girl worthy enough would find herself in his arms. He thought too highly of himself. And so far, nothing and no one had managed to tell him otherwise yet.
Still smirking smugly, Zander brushed the girl's lips with his, slowly, and in a teasing manner. Just as the tip of his tongue slipped out, he sighed in a satisfied manner as the girl's fingers threaded through his hair. He had always liked girls who know how to touch his head in such a sensual manner. Oddly, it has always been a sensitive spot of his.
And then he dared Tegan. "Then show me how much you really like me." He would wait and see just how much this girl would do to initiate intimacy between them. His ego could use more feeding. And Zander's always a jerk like that.
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