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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 7, 2008 0:54:35 GMT -5
Svetlana hummed quitely to herself as she walked down the street. The tall, Russian foreign exchange student seemed a bit oblivious to how fast paced everyone was walking. She seemed more like she was in her own little world. She wore some simple, skin tight navy blue skinny jeans that were, surprisingly to most, high waisted so it outlined her slim figure even more. Tucked in was a soft white button up collared shirt, short sleeved. A deep red slouch bag was on her left shoulder and black pumps were on her feet. Her ashy jade eyes stood out against the only makeup she had on, mascara, that made her eyes look wide and curious. Her hair was up in a messy yet stylish bun, held up by two paint brushes. The sixteen year old senior seemed to radiate sunshine as she walked down the busy New York City street.
A strand fell in front of her innocent face as she walked into the starbucks on the hunt for a vanilla frapuccino. This was the only store she had been to so far while here. She hadn't been in America long, but she knew the language well enough not to mispronounce every single word. She was fairly new to the school too-and it seemed like those who called themselves 'popular' seemed to embrace her rapidly because her mother was some famous designer and her step father was some famous club owner or something. Meanwhile, Sevvi didn't really seem to care much for social status. She was friendly with everyone regardless.
"Vanilla Frapuccino, please," she asked the guy at the register, the russian accent still there, making her seem adorable-but she, again, was oblivious to her own charm. She pulled out her Joker wallet to get out her money. No she wasn't using a credit card like most people with rich parents her age would. She tutored-that was where she got the money. She tutored anyone in the current highschool, some middle schoolers and gradeschoolers, and every now and again a college student would drop by her dorm or apartment on the weekends for a quick review. No-she didn't sleep with anyone...
The girl was much too prude to sleep with anyone really.
When she got her vanilla frap, she took a sip cheerily as she handed him the money and turned around to find a place to sit so she could doodle a bit to pass the time before her next tutoring session with Lionel, who was in the third grade.
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Post by Jack Vincent Fitzroy on Nov 7, 2008 18:46:58 GMT -5
Jack walked into Starbucks and stared as he usually did at the bedraggle of people inside it. He had only just returned from France not too long ago. his mother was happy in her autoshop, and his father was still brooding around his mansion. Jack had noticed the large increase in cute female maid population, however, and spent an entire month playing "No, I will not fall in love with you so you can live the rest of your days happy and wealthy." Women!
Through the crowd of people in the starbucks, he noticed a figure he knew, and loved to watch. She was wearing tight jeans in the old style (it became her much better than most of the people who lived in that era) and a light white shirt was tucked inside. Jack almost felt overdressed in his tailored jacket, but to drive the beautiful mustang parked outside, one must look good in it. She just finished paying the man for her coffee and turned around, and Jack found himself correct as to who it was. Sevvi, a tutor of his. His only tutor.
To be quite honest, Jack actually didn't need her anymore, he stayed with her and played dumb because she was the only woman he knew nowadays that could make him think, and make him yearn for her. He enjoyed it. He loved it, so he still played dumb.
Not fearing anything at all, he made his way to her, and smiled a dazzling smile. "Bonjour, jolie madamoiselle." he said effortlessly. There were times when he forgot to speak english. It just came out. Note: I assumed they knew each other, if not, smack me, and i'll rewrite it![/size]
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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 7, 2008 19:14:26 GMT -5
HEARING THE FAMILIAR VOICE, Svetlana looked up and a sweet smile appeared on her teeth as she chuckled,"English, monsieur," she gave him a small peck on the cheek before giving him a friendly hug. Keep it friendly. That was what she had to always remind herself. He was lucky she knew a lot of languages...Hey-it was an advantage she had on people so they could not say bad things about her and think she did not know. The gals voice, though, no matter what language, always had a russian accent. And much as his french would slip out, she spoke fluent Russian at home with her mother so her step father and brother would not understand her words. So every now and again, the russian language would seep into her daily conversations with people.
SVETLANA WAS ONLY ABOUT an inch shorter than Jack, in her heels. Without her heels, maybe three or four...She wasn't sure. She was never good at estimations. Hence the fact she usually taught English or another language to those who needed a tutor,"Come for a coffee? Or have you come to stalk me?" she was joking of course. Any other person wouldn't be able to get away with it but Sevvi had that air of 'lost puppy' to her that seemed to let her get away with a lot of things...Like the guy at the counter wasn't paying attention to anyone-his eyes seemed glued to Svetlana who seemed oblivious to it,"You don't look like the coffee type," Sevvi herself did not like coffee. Her vanilla frap was basically a milkshake.
THE SIXTEEN YEAR OLD SENIOR seriously hated having to simply stay friendly with Jack... But she knew very well that she was not his type. He was more into the gals that threw themselves at him with legs wide open. Sevvi was more of the reserved girl who would actually blush if someone did that to her...Which is did happen often...And each time she would blush to no end and turn a complete pinky rose. As for talking about it? No fear there. But Krissie always tended to flirt with him...Like she had an interest in him even though she had Robbie. But she was his tutor! She couldn't be flirting with him constantly or anything. That was bad. Plus, her step brother would bug her to no end if he found out she liked Jack. Probably call her a harlot for liking what he called 'a man whore'. Ugh.
SEVVI LINKED HER ARM at the elbow with Jack's to walk back out of the store since it was starting to get crowded. She highly doubted he would want a coffee. He really didn't look like the coffee type. Plus, every time it was offered he tended to reject the offer. Unless he had seen her down the block and needed some extra session or something? She had no idea. But she liked spending time with him nonetheless. She liked the fluttering butterflies in her stomach...It was a nice feeling.
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Post by Jack Vincent Fitzroy on Nov 9, 2008 4:13:57 GMT -5
Jack's smile sort of turned to a smirk as she kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug. He returned it, knowing very well that every single man in the room officially hated him, and scolding himself for not turning his head to the side when she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Though in a Starbucks, he imagined him getting smacked for being so bold would hurt his pride just a little. As she let go of him, he noticed she was considerably taller than he remembered and looked down to see a very tall pair of heels.
"Oh, you know exactly why I am here, cherie." he answered her, letting her make up her own reason for him being here. He didn't care as of now. His appetite for a Grande Chai Latte left him the second he had noticed her. Her scent was making his heart race fast enough that's it was too hard already to keep his calm, reserved self in line. He didn't need any caffine now to make it harder. Jet lag be damned!
He chuckled a little. "I'm not." he answered simply, which one must think is rather odd, seeing as he comes from a country where a coffee break literally means a coffee break (usually with croissants). He had never taken a liking to coffee. It was bitter, and he liked his things sweet. He liked his women sweet, his car sweet, he liked his drinks that way too. The only reason he came to Starbuckes ever was because they made the best Chai Latte's he had ever tasted. And for him, that was saying something. Other than that, though... simply put, he borught his mother some of the Starbucks coffee mixes to try, and she used them as a tire cleaner to not allow it to got to waste ("Jack, ce café est dégoûtant! Ne moi le recevez pas jamais de nouveau!", or, "This tastes like shit, don't buy it again")
He was almost about to suggest they sit down somewhere instead of her keeping the attention of the clerk and holding up the line, when she entwined her arm inside his and walked with him outside. Jack felt the glares of many a man on his back, and grinned in triumph, though he knew himself ho would never have her, most likely, without forcing her anyway. Not something he was going to do, in any case. He took out his car keys upon stopping outside the Starbucks. "Well, mon ange, where does your heart desire to be?" He seriously doubted she would want to walk very far in those tall heels, at least, not in the streets of New York.
Jack's pride and joy was before them, a black 2008 Ford Mustang Convertible, a beautiful thing with light brown racing stripes going along it. It was an odd car, but over the summer, Jack had seen it, and wanted it. It had the style of the olf Mustangs, but it looked more buff and manly, even had a holder (like a jeep) for the people in the backseat (it's real purpose is to hold up the hood, of course). It was his baby, and his mother had even fine tuned it to make it the best running, only drifting mustang out there. He loved it.
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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 9, 2008 20:05:49 GMT -5
Svetlana, being she was always a bit like this, was oblivious to probably everything in the known universe. She tended to always be off in her own world but not in that ditzy sort of way. She just saw things a lot differently than most people. Her mother said it was because of what happened with her father and because for the first fifteen years of her life she was basically dirt poor, in a foreign country, and was smoking her life away. Sevvi just said it was because her brain was wired in some weird way and people simply didn't understand all those complications...
Sevvi seemed to smile excitedly at the mustang. She loved them. But, sadly, Svetlana couldn't have one. Her mother and, surprisingly her step father, thought that she was too fragile and 'tiny' to be driving the one she wanted: The 1965 mustang convertible. Yeah. That candy apple red one with the all black leather interior....Stick shift...It was gorgeous. Instead, the gal had a huge, onyx, Land Rover LR3...To keep her safe from wreckless drivers on the New York City streets. She didn't use it much. She didn't like automatic. It felt...awkward. Plus, she felt like a stick in it. Or like she needed a pet pomeranian in the passnger seat with its own fluffy seat and with its head sticking out the window...Like...Lauren Conrad or Paris Hilton or something...Eh.
"Anywhere sounds good," she giggled and she was thankful her giggle wasn't one of those annoying ones-ewh,"As long as you and the mustang come with," she grinned up at him sweetly. If a halo could appear over her head at that very moment, it probably would have. Her mother called those her 'halo moments' when she was so innocent she didn't think she was real.
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Post by Jack Vincent Fitzroy on Nov 10, 2008 6:24:14 GMT -5
"But, of course, my lady!" Jack answered, trying not to have a whole lot of sarcasm in the words, but probably failing. He walked her over to the passenger's side of the car, and opened the door for her, as a gentleman should. Once he was sure she was somfortable in the nice leather seats, he walked over to the driver's side, and hopped in. He never really used his door anymore. Why bother, when you have enough handholds on the car to pop yourself over and not hurt a thing on it? Plus, the car was a tank, despite what most people thought of it.
Sliding in and being sure not to bump anything, he put the key in the ingnition and popped on his sunglasses. He hated sun, he didn't tan, he burned, but he would half to live with it. He looked to the dash to see the familiar stick shift. Jack couldn't stand automatics. If you can't drift or race in it, it's useless, is what Jack thinks. His mother thinks much the same. His father does not. To him automatics are a relaxed way to drive. Mary and Jack thought it was lazy.
"Well, cherie, you are going to have to give me a place to go," he said, quite at a loss of where to go other than the one place he always takes women when he wants them. "Unless you would rather spend the day indoors." He grinned mischieviously.
((I know it's short.. but it's 3:30 in the morning mah time, so forgiveness is begged of you! *begs*))
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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 10, 2008 15:32:24 GMT -5
oOc: lmfao xDD it's no big deal ^-^ :]
bIC:
Svetlana glanced over at him,"Indoors actually doesn't sound that bad. I have a lot of time to kill," she chuckled. To take a chance or to not take a chance. Half the time she had no idea wether Jack was out right flirting with her or just being friendly. Sevvi was known for getting the two confused. And when it was with guys, especially, she always thought they were just really being friendly when in reality they were just trying to get into their pants....Which always ended up not happening because they usually came out and said that they would feel too horrible if they took advantage of her kindness. Like God would strike them with lightning or something...
If only the people in school knew how her life had been in Russia. How she would usually go out and drink and smoke-by the time she was thirteen-and simply not be as sweet as she was now. This was the real her. The one back in Russia was dead. That girl had been rude, inconsiderate, and would do anything to keep her mother from working. She was too prideful and almost dropped out of school to work instead of making her mother do it-and she was also such a rebel because of her father. She kept thinking that if she got high and smoked and drank she would end up bringing her father back since he used to always come to her rescue. That if she was so low and hit rock bottom, he would just appear in front of her and she could cry and tell him she was sorry for what she did to him. Her mother had told her over and over again that her father had committed suicide on his own accord-that Sevvi had nothing to do with it. But she kept thinking: If I hadn't walked in on him that one day would he have shot himself like he did? Would he still be alive and mom wouldn't have to be with that asshole of a man and his jackass of a son?
Losing her father had seemed to completely tear Sevvi apart-and it still did. She was just a master at hiding it from everyone-her mother included. By simply never bringing it up and never even mentioning having a father. Her mother had told the media, whenever she had an interview, that she had divorced her father and that he was still back in Russia-and so Sevvi simply stuck with the same story.
"What's with the smile?" she couldn't help but smile along, only her's was more out of curiousity. Again-clueless to what Jack could possibly be thinking. Svetlana never let anyone over her house-not even Krissie or Mandy or any of the people she tutored. She usually went to their place or to their school or something. Sevvi was never home. She hated home...
Hence the fact she was dorming in the Academy. And that room was only for sleeping. She had the tendency to just sleep in her Land Rover since it was so big.
Svetlana crossed one smooth leg over the other as she slipped on her aviators. She had been lucky when it came to the sun. Instead of burning up, she actually tanned quite nicely. She already had a natural golden tan from always being out in the sun when she was younger, and because she was known for always going to the Jersey Shore over the summers. Fun? Yes. Svetlana could definetly be the life of the party.
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Post by Jack Vincent Fitzroy on Nov 10, 2008 17:56:18 GMT -5
((Oh goods XD <3))
Jack had the sudden notion to grab her head and look at her hard when she actually agreed with him. She had never agreed with him the year before. She had pushed him away and they would laugh about it. What happened over the summer that would make the change in heart?
The urge was overtaken by the fact that she could be joking. A slight damper, but it would be a Sevvi thing to do. Despite himself, he smiled at her. A genuine smile. This was part of the fact that even if she was joking, the simple idea of having her was enough to do wonders to him. She eventually inquired to his smile.
Leaning over towards her, he brushed her neck with his lips and spoke softly. "You do realize what you just agreed to, right?" His grin came back, though she couldn't see it, as in the back of his mind he was sure every man in that starbucks wanted to kill him right now. No matter what her answer was anyway, he was still going to take her to his pad. He made a vow to have her or nt this year. If he didn't have her on his arm as he walked down the prom, he would have no one.
You see, Jack had an epiphany over the summer, amongst all those maids. He was becoming like his father. He didn't want to be like his father, ever, yet here he was. Womanizing his life away. He vowed to settle down and make a woman happy for the rest of her life. Though, giving up women was going to be a tad difficult for him...
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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 10, 2008 18:15:37 GMT -5
Svetlana couldn't help but blush when his lips seemed to brush against her neck. Sure she hadn't ever agreed to going to his place before unless other people were there, but...
The summer was a bit hectic. That summer, Sevvi had gone back to Russia for a month to visit family and friends-and seeing her friends again...It reminded her of how much she changed. They all said that she wasn't as bad ass or daring anymore. That she was more Americanized and had a stick up her ass. Not fun.
But visiting her father's grave was probably the worst. She didn't talk to anyone when she got back to New York in August. She cut off contact with everyone until she starting back up in school and seemed like herself again-because she had a distraction: school work and friends.
"Sure," she answer with a giggle as she turned her head slightly, managing to catch a grin on his face. She pushed him off of her playfully,"You should start driving before I change my mind," she laughed softly before sticking her pierced tongue out at him playfully. A new thing she got over in Russia: a tongue peircing. It was weird that, right after getting it, her mother said it made making out with someone a lot more fun...Not something you want to hear from your mother...
But it wasn't like Sevvi would have anything to compare it to. She never made out with a guy. Her friends used to say she was a bad ass because she would do grafitti, would steal stuff, would cut class, and would have guys chasing after her all the time. But she never once made out with anyone-much less had sex with anyone. Virgin to the core-though she really did not look it. The most she ever did with a guy was hold his hand, giggle, blush, and sweet innocent pecks. She was just sixteen afterall... But it was sad that even her mother thought she was having sex already-or more or less was hinting towards the fact that she should have had sex already.
Her mother was strange.
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Post by Jack Vincent Fitzroy on Nov 10, 2008 20:54:10 GMT -5
Jack let her push him back, grinning and chuckling playfully at her. He hadn't had this much fun with her before, though he must say, his steering wheel does hurt the back a little.
He turned the key in the egnition, nearly forgot to put his foot on the clutch, and knocked his car into gear, steering into traffic. "You don't have to tell me this twice." He sped along, not even paying attention really to other people on the road. He knew exactly where he was going... to his flat.
He sped into his villa, and down into the parking lot. He had to open a few gates, and then lock up his car. He hoped out of his car quick and ran over to the passenger side, opening Sevvi's door, holding out his hand to help her out, and then returning her arm in the fold of his. He walked over to the elevator and took her to the top floor, to his apartment.
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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 10, 2008 21:08:19 GMT -5
The last time Sevvi was at his apartment was a while ago. Plus, it had been dark, full of people, and she had barely seen Jack all night. Or she did-but she was too drunk to remember. She didn't like getting drunk. It brought out the bad side of Sevvi. The side noone really wanted to see. But in the end, they got her drunk and she ended up having her step brother carry her out of the place on his back because she ended up blacking out...Well, it hadn't been so much the alcohol as what the guy she had been talking to had put in it. Her step brother didn't care-but her mother would have his head if he didn't watch over her at the party...Which Sevvi of course hated...
But, now looking at the apartment, the first thing that came into her head-was :
White.
"You should add some color to this place," she teased as she smiled at him,"Add some reds, some oranges...The white is nice, but color is always better," she chuckled as she let go of his arm, letting her purse drop onto the couch with an inaudible thud. She seemed to walk to the center in that gracefulness of her's and look up, cocking her head to the side,"I don't remembe your room being inside the ceiling...." she arched an eyebrow, obviously impressed by it.
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Post by Jack Vincent Fitzroy on Nov 10, 2008 21:48:36 GMT -5
He watched her as she realeased him and looked around his room, a complete different room then she remembers. She had always seen this in the dark, and when he has all the party lights on. Then it looks colorful. In the daylight it was white with touches of black everyonce in awhile.
she mentioned his lack of color, telling him that he should add color to it. "I was actually thinking of adding red and black, as well as the white, but I haven't got around to it yet." He looked her up and down, "Plus, why would I change it when you look so good in it right now?" he answered her with a grin.
He looked up at his bedroom suspended from the ceiling. "Yep it is. I close it off during parties. No naughty in my bed without me." He grinned and walked towards her. His arms entwined her. "Now, were you serious?" he looked into her eyes, which was not as hard as it used to be, with the high heels.
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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 10, 2008 21:58:40 GMT -5
Svetlana looked back over at Jack when his arms seemed to intertwine into her's. Was she serious? About what exactly was he talking about?
She felt lost....And confusion seemed to hit her. The lost puppy look seemed to fall on her as she arched her eyebrow curiously,"Uh....Yes?" she seemed to be questioning herself on that one,"Erm...What exactly was I suppose to be serious about...? Coming here? Well I'm here aren't I?" she couldn't help but giggle. It was the only thing she could think of that he could possibly be talking about.
Sevvi seemed to bit her lower lip. They were close. Very close. She had a billion things running through her mind. She felt like Ariel in the Little Mermaid. When she and Prince Eric are on the tiny row boat behind the willow tree and all those animals were singing Kiss the Girl and sebastian was leading the entire thing...And how Ariel and Eric looked so close to kissing...And something had to fuck it up.
Svetlana was actualy waiting for that fuck up.
And she had a feeling she would be that fuck up.
She was hesitant. Why wouldn't she be? She hadn't kissed a guy in a while, never had a boyfriend, and she was Jack's tutor...Plus...they were friends. Even though being more than friends would be really nice-she knew he was a big flirt or at least that was what she was told since she was too oblivious to Jack's faults. Did he even have any? She didn't see the faults in anyone-she was usually too busy looking at the good side of everyone because she did not like to see them mad or upset.
Her heart was beating fast and slow at the same time...Maybe more fast than slow...And she felt those flutters in her stomach. What on earth was running through his head? She wished she could read minds sometimes. It would make being around Jack a lot easier.
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Post by Jack Vincent Fitzroy on Nov 10, 2008 22:17:07 GMT -5
Jack had a freezing moment where thoughts ran through his head, mainly trying to figure out what she was thinking. He found that for once in his life, he wasn't sure that what he wanted was right for the moment. It was like he was going to fast, though he has gone faster before. It was a queer feeling, to hesitate and actually think about what he was doing. But he had to make up his mind soon. He hated it when he hesitated.
Oh what the hell, he thought, if I get slapped I will know. His other hand, the one not occupied with her waist, came up and stroked her cheek. Lightly, not pushing her at all. He played with some of the strands of her hair as she answered him. Though her words sounded like a yes, they were confused. His hand trailed down to her chin.
"This." he said simply, and lowered his mouth the couple centimeters to hers. He did it lightly, trying not to force himself on her as he usually does. It was tentative, almost a question. His face nearly readied itself for the slap that could come shortly after.
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Post by Svetlana Romanov on Nov 10, 2008 22:29:06 GMT -5
Sevvi felt her cheeks turn a light shade of rosy pink. Or maybe it was her whole face. Blushing. She always had to freakin blush around Jack-or whenever he was the topic of conversation.
But he kissed her...
HE KISSED HER!
If he left right then and there, she would have ran around like a little school girl jumping up and down for joy, calling Krissie to tell her everything that happened.... The butterflies were out of control.
But when he pulled away slightly, her hand seemed to go up to the back of his neck to pull him back for another kiss. This time more than just a small peck. All her previous hesitations seemed to suddenly flutter away and leave nothing but her heart that was racing into overdrive.
She remembered how Krissie constantly asked if she had a crush on Jack-how many times she denied it even though it was pretty obvious to basically everyone that she did. Weird but true. Thing was, she always seemed to be close to Jack. It wasn't like they were aquaintences or something.
But that was what made it even more complicated-the fact that all of that was on the line.
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