Red

RED

Nikolai shifted in his seat and pulled his just-beyond-the-sholder length hair behind his ear. The light blue chair attatched to the school desk just didnt look comfortable from Jane\'s point of view across the classroom. From anyone else\'s light, he seemed quite content, perhaps not happy, but content. His eyes were always satisfied, but in a hungered way. The way a man would look after being starved then fed. Satisfied, yet still hungry. Hungry for revenge. There is such a slight difference in the way a man look at the one he lusts for and the one he wants to kill. Those eyes of his always sparkled with sadistic pleasure and always gave you an all-knowing glance. His eyes were an icy blue attraction, and they pleased her so.


But Jane also knew that he was a magnificant actor. He was constantly playing a part. The part he played was quite magnificant, and had nearly fooled her as well. He was the typical high school playboy, but the bad boy play boy. He knew just the way to tickle a woman, but he had rubbed Jane the wrong way. At least she thought at the time it was the wrong way. Either he had truely fantastic manipulative powers, or she really did want this to happen...This facination with Nikolai to happen.


After their first encounter, she grew weary at the thought of being near him, he scared her, and she found that slightly attractive, but nothing more. The second time they encountered one another at close terms, she was outside with an aquantince that held her intrest for a mere few minutes before boring her completely. She saw Nikolai looking at her. Well, more like through her. His mind seemed either preoccupied, or he did not find her intresting. Maybe he even forgot about the last time they had met. The second the thought passed through Jane\'s mind, however, it irritated her and she dismissed it completely.


He took the last hit of his cigarette and threw the butt to the cement floor beside her companion and walked off, eyes trailing the ground in front of him, and left both the cherry burning and her soul burning brightly. Nikolai\'s very presence had made her eyes widen, pupils dialated hed her blood pump purposefully to her face. The hot feeling in her cheeks only made Jane glow, however, and drew attention to her actions. She looked at the ground just in front of her, and walked over to the spot he stood only moments before. Jane had found her eyes wandering to the butt on the ground, and her foot slammed down on it and her heal twisted violently to the right. The sound of the ciggarette dying beneth her own weight brought a twitch to the right side of her mouth.


The seed had been planted and it settled in her mind, ever growing and forever pulsing. Her mind often drifted to thoughts of Nikolai, and she realized that he had won. She was captivated. Captivated by the silent sharpness in his face, the curves. The terror that his presence bro her her was enthralling. Of course, this was the extent of all passion she shared with him, and knew it to be so she would have no lustful encounters with him, if she would have any moments alone with him at all. He had power over her and he did not even care. Did he even know? This one fact made him a God in her eyes, although he held no true will over any other things not her soul.


\"Miss Turner? Miss Turner. Please pay attention, or the detention slip will have your name written across them. Tell me why the government looses with free trade,\" said Ms. Carlotta, feathers ruffled once again by Jane\'s absent-mindedness. Usually her nose was buried in a book. Today, she was drawing on the front of her assignment the scene around her with near complete apathy. She was bored stiff with the vanilla smooth day, and wanted to go home to her quiet nook of a room and listen to classical music and dream her life away. There she could sleep till nearly 10 p.m., then wake up to do her daily chores and homework for the night.


\"Well the government doesnt aquire any money from free trade, therefore they loose. The government is selfish and doesnt like to do things when they get nothing in return,\" she said in a languid tone. This was all too easy of a class. It was too intresting, however, to have a woman that looks like an apple to teach it. Jane had no desire to please this woman. Did she have the desire to please anyone? Sure. Jane had more than enough passion to take the risk involved with pleasing another. Her heart was not in it most of the time, however, therfore it did not harm her when she did not recieve praise. Many saw this as apathy. She saw them as ignorant.


With the teacher preoccupied with other students, and their mindless questions, Jane took her gaze to the silent brunette beside her. Jane\'s eyes traveled down the pale skin of her friend\'s face to his perced red lips and the concentrated furrow of his eyebrows. His entire posture, that of a study-o-holic which was currently bent over a stack of paper that his notes were flawlessly copied to, would normally give people reason to raise an eyebrow at him and wonder just what he was up to. He had that slightly questionable air about him. Well Jane was the only one to have actually asked what he had planned in that brain of his. She immediately had a liking to him, and decided he was great when he told her he was planning to seduce someone. He was fantastic, because good little Cathlioc boys just didnt do such unspeakable travisties. And, because he was fantastic, she told him that very day she would help.


As her eyes continued to rake over him, she noticed his shirt fit him quite tightly and he seemed restless as he combed through his hair with his fingers for what seemed like the hundredth time this past minute she had gazed at him. Jane\'s mouth quirked as she noticed his nipples were hard.


\"Hey there, Perky,\" (A/N) Jane said smiling with humor while casting an inquisitively raised eyebrow. Her best friend looked at her and sighed, then with an almost whistful look grazing his pretty features, he turned back toward his papers. \"Jet,\" he replied with her nickname in a dismissive tone, smirking down at his notes. Her nose flared, and she decided he would know what was best.


He would tell her later about the happenings earlier in the day, and by the way she turned her gaze disheartedly back to its former position, he knew he would be interrogated about why he had refused to answer her, but Jet would find out later it was far too personal to reveal in the middle of an improtant lesson! He raised his hand, not quite catching a date. \"Ms. Carlotta?\" he asked, quietly, green eyes calling out her deathly boring brown ones.


\"Yes, Mr. Marvel?\" she nodded his way. One of her eyes closed half way as she looked to him, almost in a winking fassion, and her top lip raised in a smile of approval that her brightest student was going to ask her a questi Dis Disgust was the only thing he felt at that one moment, and it was directed her way. Just these small gestures were enough to make him shutter, so he coughed and looked down before asking her for the date. Jane scoffed beside him when she saw his nose scrunch up in distaste. She was quite the animated personality, not that many people took the time to find this out. He had noticed her before they became close, but she had been too flamboyant and sarcastic for his tastes. That was the extent of his views on her up until she had approached him with that one question that had rung in his ears hours after she asked.


\"Just what are you plotting?\"


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A/N: I actually stole that line from a friend of mine\'s work. She is rather pleased with my fangirlish refrences to her completely awsome Rent fanfic\'s. So angsty...Anyway, credit for that one line goes to Megan.

Oh, and Im not one to normally ask for feedback, but tell me if Im on the right track?