So Young. So Good_x, Ms. Young & Beautiful Kenzie

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Y=mx+b. What was this shit? When in her life could she possibly ever need to know the equation for graphing? High school was probably designed to test the patience of teenagers, and she had never been a patient person. Her mind began to wander as his voice blurred into a seamless flow of words and her eyes stared sightlessly at the chalk covered board. It wasn’t surprising that she earned the reputation of being unintelligent when she let her mind wander. She just couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort demanded by the teachers. Academically she could have been intelligent. Socially she would always be dumb as a doorknob. With a sigh, she dully repeated back everything he had said. Teachers could be so easily appeased if you showed understanding by simply mimicking. Funny how that worked. She was feeling like a damn parrot, earning a treat by repeating back what was said to her. Kenzie looked back at him as he sat on the edge of his desk. She glanced at his leg as it brushed against hers. The contact didn’t bother her, rather just made her curious. Wasn’t there enough room in the room already? “I was already bored. An don’t call me love.” Leaning back in her chair, she kicked her heels up to rest on his desk. She crossed one ankle over the other, crossing her arms over her chest. Kenzie stared at him silently, looking completely bored with the whole situation.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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He laughed proudly when she parroted his words. She was right, that was all that was needed for a teacher to be satisfied. Or moreso this type of teacher. His mind was on other things also. Oh how juicy she was with that foul attitude, it just needed to be tamed abit. He grinned. "We'll get that zippo soon, love." he said, ignoring her simple request to not call her that. And with a roll of his shoulders he rested a hand on her ankles. "Hows the home life?" he asked caringly, though it was more of an investigation then anything. Did she live at home? Was there a family? father? Mother? Would it be hard for him to sneak in at night? Dogs? All of those things ran through his head as he schemed. "I don't mean to prod or anything, I'm just worried about my students." he lied, admittedly he was getting better at this. Getting better at this game, and for the most part without a stutter. Unless he was nervous, but now he wasn't. He was merely playing the game he enjoyed playing. And of course winning would be an added bonus to this whole ordeal.

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Kenzie couldn’t help but narrow his eyes as he laughed. She detected a note of proud sentiment in his tone and felt annoyance creeping through her. In the darkness of her mind, she began to question his motives; sensing deception. Irritation was taking hold rather quickly. It didn’t bode well for him. “Mmhmmm.” She responded to his comment about the zippo, ignoring the nickname. Her lips pursed into a thin line, her eyes glinting dangerously. It was a well known fact around the school that she had a low tolerance for boredom. There was a new equation for him. Kenzie + Boredom = Pain. Deviously, her lips curled into a smirk, revealing her pearly whites. With the glint in her eyes, she looked almost feral. Dangerous thoughts lurked just beyond the reflection of her eyes. She longed for dark desires, namely his blood. Watching his blood flow over pale skin would be delightful. The thoughts brought vampires to mind and a new thought occurred to her. What did blood taste like? A mental note was made to try it sometime. Silently, Kenzie stared up at him, her lips pouting into a frown as he mentioned home life. Her body tensed defensively, hating the mention of ancient history. “Home life sucks as usual. Aunt Susan is all lock down as usual. She’ll flip that I’m not home actually, but whatever.” A dramatic sigh escaped her, promptly followed by a roll of her eyes. “Mom still avoids me as always.” An odd blend of expressions crossed her delicate features then, a flicker of confusion and pain, followed by anger passed over her expression. As if to banish all unwelcome thoughts, she flicked her head, tossing her hair. Damn him for bringing it up. Her eyes narrowed sharply at him, placing the blame on him for her sudden discomfort.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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Al offered a sentimental frown, "Want me to send a note? I can offer you a ride home so your aunt doesn't freak out?" he inquired, his mind elsewhere again. How old was this Aunt? Did she look young? Was she sexy? I mean, sometimes the younger girls weren't that experienced and having both of them on him would be deliciously intriguing. He couldn't help but shiver from the thought. Then mom, oh wouldn't that be a lovely mix to the things? He chuckled within his thoughts, his other personality rolling his eyes. And she didn't mention a father. So she was in a house full of Women?! Holy Francis and Hail Mary, wasn't this the perfect opportunity. Al smiled, rising from the desk. "I guess we'll end this for today. Where do you usually get your zippos?" he asked. Al went toward his desk, and began packing a series of papers, reports, tests and etc. Filing them neatly into his briefcase. Though there was a sense of anticipation within his movements. That slight of hand when he didn't care that the papers weren't in alphabetical order. The curved grin in his lips as he looked back at Kenzie every so often. Then he headed toward his door and opened it for her. Oh this was a wonderful date so far. "Shall we leave, lovely?"

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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His words made her smile a bit, this time in anticipation. She could just imagine Sue’s out raged expression when she waltzed in the door far past her curfew. Her curfew was so unbearable; in the door by four. Just enough time to get her things and walk to the house. It was some lame attempt to limit the time she had to cause trouble; not that it worked. But it was funny how her Aunt actually expected she’d follow it, that’s what made the whole curfew thing so amusing. Sue acted like it was some huge surprise when she violated the curfew. Maybe she’d have to work out some grading system for the decibel level of Sue’s yelling. Could be fun. “Nah, she’ll deal with it. It’s kinda fun to watch her spin anyways.” There it was again, the hint of a Texas accent that had never quite faded from her speech. Funny how some things just never went away fully, always creeping back when you least expected. Maybe this time she could blame the slip on her lingering thoughts of childhood. Thoughts of history were dispelled however as he spoke the magic word. Her expression came alive, longing for the promised fire. Kicking her feet off his desk, she was on her feet in the same motion. Her hands buried deep into the pockets of her jeans, itching for the cold metal. Did he have any idea how delighted she was? “There’s a little shop in the maze. They sell lots of….lovely things.” She grinned, choosing her words carefully. Her lovely didn’t entail the socially acceptable notion of puppies, kittens, and other gentle delights. No, she preferred sharp things; cold and dangerous things. The store carried various assortments of knives, guns and of course Zippos. All things destructive, those were her lovelies. “Yea, let’s go. And I already told you, don’t call me lovely. I’m not.” Her voice growled threateningly, flashing back to anger in an instant. Then she smirked.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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"At the maze, eh?" a single brow arched, a cold chill running down his spine. Wasn't that were Aaralyn had shot that guy...? He gulped, closing his eyes for a minute then reopening them to the hallway of the school. The maze was a scary place. Especially not a place for a man and his new lover! But he would be the knight, and be sure to protect her. Al resolved to do just that. He would protect her. His hand shivered at the thought. Ya... but he gulped again, feeling a cold sweat find his body. But he was pulled from the nightmare to face the living one. The growl of a voice terrorizing his ear. Why was he getting scared all of a sudden? The scary ones have the best sex! He nodded to himself and continued to his car. A nice BMW, could be classy if he wanted to be. but it was dated, an antique really that ran on shit. Al would open the door like a gentleman in shining armor for her, and went to his seat and turned on the engine. However long it took her to sit in his car, he would wait. Placing a hand on her knee, and giving a gentle squeeze. "You sure you're alright?" The question seemed sincere. Indeed, even he thought it was sincere. Innocent somehow. But he wanted to prep her for the worst. He does mean the maze, right? Or other things. He shivered, retracting his hand and placing it on the wheel. "I'm sorry."

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Kenzie was on her feet and out the door within a matter of moments. It didn’t take much to motivate her to follow him out the door and to his car. All her thoughts were on the promise on a zippo; keeping her thoroughly entertained with the decision of which one to guy. She was so engrossed that she barely spared an acknowledging ‘Mmhmm’ to his questioning about the location. Without even a flicker of concern, she followed him and slid into his BMW. She barely registered the condition of the vehicle, having little care for boys and their toys; at least not until the car was really worthy of attention. But this car just made an impression as a mode of transportation. The hand on her knee did get her attention however. Her eyes flicked down to his hand, resting so innocently on her jean clad leg. It was hard to ignore his hand when he chose such a way to touch her. No one had ever touched her so…strangely. He had touched her a few times in their encounter, but no contact had ever gotten her attention so quickly. Silently, she studied his hand, trying to decide if his move was an annoyance or pleasant. Before she could make up her mind, he removed his hand. Her eyes followed his hand back to the steering wheel before flickering up to his face. “Mmhmm.” She repeated the non-committal sound, giving no clear answer about if she had welcomed the touch. A blink cleared her mind, turning her attention back to the matter at hand. Her zippo. With a frown, she looked out the window, waiting for the scenery to pass by and changed to that of the maze.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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Did she like it? Did she dislike it? Why were all women so complicated?! The mhm, didn't give any hint. Though he could assume annoyance, women were perfect liars. And she could have really liked it but was just pretending that she didn't. It was just that way with women. So he came to the conclusion that she liked his touch, and drove happily through the maze. Fear hit him though when he stopped the engine. Opening the door slowly, and his eyes wide at the symphony of gunshots, screams, and young women moaning. It was like a bitter heaven. Just take the guns and screams out, and he could die in a woman's moan. Oh that delicious sound. Al cleared his throat though as soon as Kenzie exited the car. "So where is this place?" he asked, digging his hands into his pocket and looking for his wallet. Clutching it tightly when he found it. He really didn't want to get mugged. And Al wasn't really the one to carry a gun. I mean, why carry one? 'Cause that means you have twice the chances of getting shot at. Especially if he missed. Al shivered. Oh this was weird. Just too weird. And scary. Too scary. The man tried to calm his breathing, put on his ridiculous tough-guy face and act manly. That's what he needed to do, right? Man-up? What the hell did that phrase mean anyway?

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Oblivious to Mr. Blackwell’s fear, she got out of the car and looked around eagerly. It wasn’t dark yet but shadows still clung thickly to the maze. It was amazing how the tightly packed buildings always seemed to stay overcast unless the sun was shining precisely overhead. Maybe that’s why the maze had such an awful rap. Then she heard the sounds of violence. The sounds sent an eager thrill through her, a symphony to her ears. Even in the daylight this place was fascinating. If you searched, day or night, you could count on finding some violent scene to observe in the mess of infrastructure. For a moment she considered pursuing the screams, but decided against it. She wanted her zippo too badly. So with a merry dance to her step, she led the way. Kenzie spared a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure that the money was indeed following. “This way.” Kenzie looked ahead again with a nod in the general direction that they were walking. In descript, that was her nature. A malicious laugh escape her and she called back to him. “You look a little nervous, Mr. B. What’s got your panties in a bunch?” She had heard the saying somewhere once and had always wanted to say it. The taste of humor from her brought a quiet laugh from her. Was it proper to laugh at your own jokes? Awe, fuck it. It didn’t matter, she just wanted her zippo. Without waiting for an answer, she forged on, leading him to the shop. It didn’t take long, only about a five minute walk from the car. Without hesitating she pushed open the door and entered the smoke filled store. The pungent stench of marijuana hit her hard but she ignored it, having little patience for the drug. Kenzie made a beeline for the back of the store, walking straight to the glass cabinet that housed the knives and Zippos. Hungrily, her gaze raked over the prized times. Perfection.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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Oh how I'd like to get your panties in a bunch, he mused. Glaring in response to her joke. He wasn't nervous! Not at all, not in the least bit. He just had a chill...a little twitch. This place wasn't scary at all! In the least bit! Al grinned in determination from his epiphany. He wasn't scared, he just had a twitch. But damn, Kenzie picked the weirdest places. When he walked into the shop, his lungs protested the venomous air. What the hell was this smell? He coughed, lowering his head to try not to breathe. Maybe they could get in and out, without him having to take two breaths. 'cause....oh god, he clutched his stomach. The smell making him nauseated. "Hurry up and choose, beautiful," he murmured weakly, eyes dilating and watering. Oh to hell with this place. Didn't they sell zippos in like safer environments? Ones that didn't smell so god damn bad, and made you want to hurl at the sight and smell. Al looked over to his left, seeing a guy smiling all too eagerly and happily at him. ew...like ew.... "Kenzie, please." he said all too hurriedly, fishing his wallet out of his pants and in turn his debit card. "Just charge it on this," he added, handing her the plastic seal of his subordination to her. "I'll be outside." he gagged, placing his hand over his mouth and rushing outdoors. Oh God.

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Kenzie gave an amused laugh as he coughed, a smirk fixating on her lips. What, couldn’t he take it? Her cynical eyes followed him from the store after she snatched the plastic from his grip. She took her time deciding which zippo to get. Her mind started to feel hazy, the smoke in the room constantly distracting her. Finally she settled on a yellow colored zippo, etched with the biohazard symbol. Within five minutes she had paid for the zippo and was back outside in the clear air. She grinned at him, habitually flicking the zippo opened and closed. Proudly, she displayed the zippo to him, lighting the flame with a thrilled expression. “Isn’t it great?”