If I Could See This Straight, I'd Run Away

[maeve]

Maeve rolled her eyes playfully. She watched him lean against the door. So he didn't brush it off with a flirty comment to go back to the field, no awkwardness between them. This was familiar. She didn't plan on flirting back, yet. Fancy, eh? A crooked grin spread across her face and her eyes traveled down his chest and she bit back another grin, or comment about washing machines. Instead she sidestepped so the girls bathroom door could close all the way. She'd stopped by her locker and changed out of the grass stained tee shirt. Maeve felt slightly more presentable now. Her phone buzzed, but she ignored it. "Good, don't want to damage your washing machine." After it was out of her mouth, she had to clasp her hands in front of her to keep from slapping a hand over her mouth. Why had she said that? Didn't she agree with herself to keep the flirts until later? Maeve mentally groaned, but put a flirty smile on instead. She had to finish playing it now. Her eyes skipped over his shoulder as a figure turned into the boys locker room, then left. It looked like a boy from the field. Maeve briefly wondered what he would tell the other people on the field, if he would and if he'd even seen her and Bear. Besides, she didn't plan on anything happening.
SHIRT

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[barrett]

I roll my eyes as she focuses on the 'fancy' part of my sentence and I shrug my broad shoulders slightly. Her blue eyes roam down my chest and I bite back a sharp comment about who was doing the fancying now. Maeve stepped to the side to allow the bathroom door to close behind her with a solid thunk.
I raise my eyebrows about the washing machine comment. "Oh, really?" I ask, laughing with a smile. She soon does, too, and my gaze drops down as I read her new, un-grass-stained shirt. I absentmindedly run my hand over the raw patch on my shoulder from where I'd gotten tackled and look back at her face.
"I like your shirt." I say, winking at Mae playfully. Her gaze goes over my shoulder and I hide a sigh- she obviously wasn't interested in me, so why did I even try?

[maeve]

Maeve pulled the shirt away from her and looked at it. Oh. She chuckled and smoothed it back down. She watched him run a hand over his shoulder and she stepped forward, reaching out to touch it. Where'd ya get that? Being 'manly'? Her mind traveled back to when they were at the field. Safely around others, no chance at getting anywhere. Maeve mentally shook. Since when had she become scared of guys? That wasn't exactly a 'Maeve' thing to do, shy away from them. Was that supposed to mean something? She thought back a few weeks; nothing there to give a reason. Mentally shrugging, she dropped the mind battle and looked up. Bear's chin was almost directly above her head. Maeve pulled herself back an inch or two and looked up at Bear, not at his neck.

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[barrett]

She watches me rub at the red patch on my shoulder and she reaches out to touch it. I roll my eyes at her words. "Yeah, totally." I say, my voice sarcastic yet down trodden. Why didn't I just give up? Maeve obviously wasn't interested in me, so why was I fucking wasting my time like a damn idiot?
I set my jaw, thinking of a way to excuse myself without being a complete jerk or a cry baby about it. I couldn't say I needed to use the bathroom, the 'I have to get back to the game' card was out because I'd stopped to sit and chat earlier. She tilted her head back to look at me and I glance away, to a point on the wall past her head, to the old cement floor and back again. Her shirt invited me to kiss her, but her body language said something else. Besides, she didn't know I'd be out here.
"I'm gonna go get my clothes on." I mumble. Lame excuse, I knew, especially when there was about an hour left of 'class', but this wasn't getting anywhere.

[maeve]

Maeve saw Barrett's body tense. Her eyes narrowed out of curiosity. Why was he being so.. distant when he was so inviting earlier? She contemplated. Maybe it was because she wasn't putting it all out there. Well, of course she wasn't. She liked to be a whore without looking like one. Her eyes scanned his set face. What could she do? There was always the fact that she could act like her old bar-setting self, but she doubted he'd go for that right now. She must have made him mad. Maeve decided to risk it. Her bottom lip puckered slightly and she put a hand on his shoulder, looking up from under her eyelashes. Why're you leaving so soon? She turned her head to the side and ran her hand down his chest. Here goes nothing. Maeve ran her finger of the hem over his shorts, but kept her eyes locked on his. She couldn't help but ignore the swirling in her stomach that said either: this was a bad idea, or a freakishly good one.

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[barrett]

I'm about to turn to walk away to the locker room when she reached out to put her hand on my shoulder- thankfully the one that I hadn't rubbed the skin off of, that damn thing hurt like a bitch. I'm about to make another lame excuse that I had to study for a math test or some bullshit when Maeve cocked her head to the side before running her hand down my bare chest.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Where was this coming from? "Why the sudden change in character?" I ask curiously, though my expression probably said I didn't really care about that: just the presence of her hand on the hem of my mesh shorts.
Oh.
Shit.
I remind myself that Maeve was probably just doing this to mess with me, draw me in then just drop my like a limp ragdoll, but I couldn't help it; I was a guy after all.

[maeve]

Maeve gave a short burst of laugh. She mocked him by leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms under her chest, except unlike him, she stood very close. I'm not changing, just getting warmed up. She breathed, giving him a flirty smile. Let some sort of fate give her good luck. Surely nothing bad would happen. It was like all the other nightly stands, get in, do the deed, and get out. Maeve wouldn't be surprised if some of the guys she's played with had tried to get in touch with her again. A lot of them probably had. But she wasn't looking for a fuck buddy. Just the one she actually felt like something could last. Even if she enjoying slutting around, somethings just had to come to an end. She mainly feared the physical problems. Every time she did it again, it was one step close to possibly becoming pregnant or getting and STD. Once, twice, maybe three times more wouldn't hurt, right? Maeve hoped so. A smile light up her face. Now or never.

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[barrett]

Maeve retracts her hand before mimicking my by leaning against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, really?" I ask, keeping my eyebrows raised inquiringly. Well, then. That cleared things up. Not. Well, to Hell with it. She'd given a couple signs, right? And her smile certainly wasn't leaning towards no.
Without thinking, I take a step forward, my chin tilted down to connect my lips with Maeve's. It lasted barely two seconds, but it got all my points across, told her of all my thoughts and desires. I pull back before opening the locker door and guiding her through. I chose the girl's locker room, because -lets face it- guys stunk. Girl's had nice perfume and shit like that.
Once the door thunks closed behind us, my hands go to the hem of her shirt to pull it up over her head to toss it behind me, followed by her shorts to the floor.
-le fade and mood music-

[maeve]

Maeve hadn't expected things to move that quickly. She'd hoped for a least some time to react for something. But no, Bear had taken charge. After her mind got a hold of things, Maeve became the local Maeve a bar down the street. Nothing felt different though. It was all too normal. Only afterwards did she figure out the difference. Where was the condom? She figured she should say something, but there was always the pill. She'd take it when she got home, or the next morning. No rush. They were supposed to go 24 hours after, weren't they? Yea, of course they would.

*le skip to following Monday*

Maeve felt perfectly normal. She'd taken the pill that morning after, which is what it was called so it had to have worked, and nothing was amiss in her hormones or appetite. When Ashley had asked, Maeve told her like it was any other guy from school. Her best friend had never told anyone before, this wasn't much different. But like most things, it didn't occur to her until after she told her that this was the first guy Ashley was actually acquainted with. Best friends kept secrets no matter the predicament. Maeve kept Ashley's, well, most of them.
The moment she walked in school, a set of masculine voices floated towards her. Dude, you heard yet? Bear totally fucked Maeve Andrews.

[/i] Maeve stopped. What? How had they found out already? She shrugged, it wasn't that big of a deal for her. It never crossed her mind what deal it was to Bear though. She flaunted past the boys low whistles and even polietly ignored the butt grabbing from one of them. She floated into the cafeteria, finding Ashley. Before she could say anything, Maeve held up her hand. I already know. Ashley nodded and launched into a story about her weekend. [/center][/font]

[barrett]

I closed the door of my old Ford truck behind me, shifting a strap of my white Adidas book bag on my shoulder. I head towards the gym- it was supposed to rain today so we wouldn't be going outside.. unless we had to run the mile or some shit like that. I open the side door and walk in, heading towards the bleachers; we had to wait for the coach until we got dressed out on in-gym days.
"Bear, is it true?" Kyle asks as I walk up. I didn't have to ask what he meant. I'd told people, and of course they couldn't keep their mouths shut. But, then again, total bragging rights. Sure, others probably had -certainly- but hadn't I gotten to the point faster? I was fairly sure. I nod in reply and he laughs, clapping my back as I pass him to climb up to the top, sitting down in the corner so I could watch people as they walked in.
Outfit; Shirt, Pants, Shoes.

[maeve]

Maeve got up at the bell, giving Ashley a signature kiss on the cheek as she separated from her to go to the gym. She pulled her straightened hair up in a long, sleek pony tail on the way up there. It was raining, surely she'd be able to sit on the bleachers and do the homework she forgot. As she opened the doors, she adjusted the collar on her white and black sleeveless shirt. The wind outside was horrid. Her other friend, Cara, hadn't made it to the gym yet. On another scan, her eyes locked with Bears. She watched a guy ask something, him nodd and the person high five. There were a lot more looks being passed to her here. The glares of jealous girls, the hungry traveling gazes of most guys. Maeve narrowed her eyes and walked up to where Bear was sitting. She sat beside him and slung off her bag off her shoulders, sitting it beside her. What the hell is going on? She hissed, catching several other glares. Had he been the one to tell everyone? Probably. Guys liked to brag, though no other bragging guy had carried a rumor (truth) around school within a matter of a weekend. She straddled the gym bench, pulling one foot up to rest it on the inside of her thigh, her signature sitting. At the smell of chocolate, her stomach growled relentlessly for it. She shushed the craving, paying it no mind, before redirecting her attention back to whatever Bear had to say.
OUTFIT

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[barrett]

I hear the murmurs and raise my blue gaze to see Maeve walking through the door. She was hot, really was. It still amazed me that I'd gotten her, but -then again- some girls considered me 'hot stuff'. I glance away as she climbs up to sit near her, her voice cutting straight to the point. I look over at her, a coy smirk playing across my mouth.
"I don't know what you mean." I say innocently, shrugging my broad shoulders. I run a stray hand over my black hair, shaking through it casually.
I glance at the clock on the wall- seven minutes until class actually started. Seven minutes for Maeve to continue interrogating me. I shout catches my attention and I look over to see Jon, waving at me with a flashy wink. I roll my eyes, shaking my head slightly and leaning back against the black wall- I'd probably never get that lucky again, literally.

[maeve]

Maeve scoffed. He didn't know what she was talking about, yeah right. Bear was the person to tell everybody if he hung out with Jon. She followed the sight to see Mr. Jon and she resisted the urge of flipping him off. Instead she focused her attention on Bear. You know what I mean. Everyone, dare I exaggerate, fucking knows. She raised her eyebrows as it to say 'know what I'm saying now?' and tapped her fingers on her knee. It wasn't really that big of a deal that people knew. What ticked her off most is she couldn't mess around with people and deny it to one person, confirm it to another. That's what always kept rumors interesting, the game she played. Not everyone just knowing it was true from an accord that was not hers. You could have at least let me have some fun with it first. She murmured, looking out across the gym. Briefly, Maeve wondered if Bear would move on to other girls or if he'd try to stick with her. Her mouth twisted into a frown at the thought. He'd had his fun with her, as she had with him, now they both split ways and found others. The craving for chocolate slammed into her again and she pressed a hand to her stomach, turning to Bear. Do you have a Hershey's bar or something? She asked, eyebrows pinching together. It must be her lack of breakfast making her so hungry. The smell of chocolate always enticed people, so why not crave it when you hadn't eaten? Maeve dug around in her backpack, but she found no food at all in its binder filled inside. She dropped the bag down again with a huff.

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[barrett]

I shrug slightly, though my red face gives me away. "People were going to find out anyway." I say in my defense. Maeve had to know it, I had just spurred it along. I raise my eyebrows as she mumbles that she'd wanted to 'at least have some fun with it'. Was that all sex was to her? Having fun with rumors? I mean, it was sorta like that to me, but not totally.
"Um." I reply, reaching for my bag. I dig through it, finally pulling out a candy cane shaped tube of Hershey's kisses that I had left over from Christmas. They still had to be good. "Here." I say, handing Maeve the whole thing- I didn't want it, I hated chocolate. I was more a caramel man.

[maeve]

Maeve took the chocolate filled cane with a grin of a child opening her favorite present on Christmas. She took one out and popped it in her mouth, savoring the chocolate. Thanks. After eating two more, she feared looking like a pig and dropped the cane in her bag sadly. The chocolate was the last thing she wanted gone right now. Her next order of business with talking to Bear. Maeve pulled her other leg and sat, balancing on the row of seats with her legs crossed. Don't exactly know if you used a.. uh, condom, but I took the pill so it should be fine. She shrugged as if it were no big deal. It took more than one slip up to get pregnant. If she hadn't taken the pill, which, who was that irresponsible anyway, she probably would be a mommy. But she didn't plan on that happening until her thirties, mid-twenties at the earliest. Kids were neither on her liked list or needed list for the future. A husband hovered in between. Most guys weren't totally on board with getting married and not doing the honeymoon sex ordeal. She doubted she could keep a hubby for very long and not be pressured into a kid. Maeve snuck another Hershey's kiss and folded the wrapper into a tiny square.

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