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[selly]

JOHNNY RHODES! ^.^
[W] as usual.
And I know the post sucks. I phail too. >_<

History.
Selene loved history.
Maybe it was the fact that she had an infallible memory which helped her ace history every single time. Nobody could beat Sel's memory. Or maybe it was the fact that history was FULL of facts and gore and violence, and Selene loved all of those. She loved mostly gore and violence, though. Selene liked pretending and ignoring facts. But did it really matter? Did it really matter why she liked history? The simplest explanation to why she was so good at it was that she was awesome.

And of course, she was. Everybody knew that Selene was totally awesome.

So, Selene had taken to tutoring one person each week. This week was Johnny Rhodes, like every other week. There were two main reasons why Selene had decided to do this. One, she had too much free time. Two, she could see Johnny Rhodes all the time and nobody could tease her because it was SCHOOLWORK. Or so she said.

She sat very quietly in the school library, a huge pile of books sitting in front of her, blocking her from view. These wouldn't be needed, of course. They were just to give the appearance that they were studying, when they really weren't. Do you think that Selene would actually study for something? No. Nuh-uh. Selene couldn't care less about her studies.
She was just doing this because Johnny was almost as cool as her. And was pretty close to failing history.
And because he was cute.

Selene was diligently writing words in her notebook. This was her homework: to write down whatever came to mind and what it reminded you of. Selene had, no surprise, thought of the word 'school', then wrote the word 'english', then the word 'useless', etc.
That would wind the teacher up enough, Selene thought, tucking the notebook in her bag. Leaning backwards in her chair, she folded her arms and frowned.

He was late.

[johnnyr]

It was no wonder Johnny was failing History. Not to mention English, French, Science, Maths....actually, pretty much every subject. Today he had left school at lunchtime and taken his bike and board down to the ocean. It was heaps windy, and the waves were rolling in like nobody's business. After riding a few in, he'd gotten tired and come back in. He'd looked around for Princey, but she was nowhere in sight. In fact, he was the only person on the entire beach. This made him scowl, because his surfing prowess was the only thing that got him attention these days. The attention Johnny wanted anyway.

He was sitting by his board in the fine, pale sand and glanced at his watch. It was then that he remembered another sort of attention he liked. Since getting back his last History quiz, which he'd failed spectacularly, his teacher had told him to pass, and be able to move into 1^e in September, he would be required to have tutoring once a week. This had pissed Johnny off, as he had thought he'd finally escaped his tutor. It had been the only benefit of moving to San. What the teacher hadn't told him was that his tutor was the very sexy Selene Eleendette. Needless to say, Johnny was still failing history. The hot-blooded 16 year old could think of a lot of things he'd rather spend his time doing, especially hanging around Selene. In the few weeks since their first study session, they had hit it off quite well. Today was "study" day, and Johnny was going to be late. Selene hated him being late. He jumped up from the sand, and dragging his board behind him ran to his bike.

Attached to the back of his bike was a board holder, that he had made himself back home. Over here of course he would need it a bit longer. Back home he'd be well on his way to getting his permit, and driving himself. It was something he was looking forward, as it gave him even more of the freedom that he craved. But again, the driving age here was 2 years higher than back in Australia. So Johnny was still trapped. Still a child. Lifting his board into the cradle, something stuck in the wheelspokes caught his eye. Bending over, he pulled a large bird feather out of the spokes. It was a glossy black, but as he held it up towards the sun to examine it better, he saw that it was actually a dark green colour, which flashed lighter as the sun hit it. The lighter green was extremely familiar to him, and he closed his eyes to better think of what it could be. All that appeared was Selene, smirking sexily back at him. Maybe she would know what the green reminded him of. Perhaps it would take her mind off of him being late.

"Oh shit!" he swore. All his time wasting was just going to make him even later. He secured the holder and jumped on his bike, beginning the long trek back to San. As he rode up to the school, he practically threw his bike against the building. He'd made it back in record time, however he'd almost killed himself in the process. He grabbed his backpack and hurried into the library. He looked over to their usual table to see the usual pile of books. A grin came across his face. So yet again Selene had no itention of studying. Not that it bothered him. Not in the slightest.

"Hey Sel, how's it going?" he asked, piling on as much of the Aussie accent as he could. He knew how Selene loved his accent.

[selly]

Two legs
to
one.

Selene could balance on one leg of a chair. It was very simple, really, and very fun to do when she was bored. It also calmed her down when she was going to punch somebody, if she was actually still sitting in her chair. The trick served many purposes, and Selene liked it. All you had to do was lean back and let yourself fall, then hold yourself with telekinesis. That was pretty much the only catch - you had to be telekinetic.And a plus point - nobody she knew was telekinetic. So she was special. She liked being special. Special made her happy.

But she couldn't do it in public places (which sucked majorly), lest somebody report her... or worse. It wasn't a wise thing to do. Which meant Selene had nothing to do to occupy her time. And she had time to let her impatience build up. She was already deciding on how she would desert him. She always thought ahead, and this was why she could make everything seem so dramatic.

This was why she hated it when people were late. It made her angry and the angrier she got, the more likely she would be dramatic when she left the library after embarrassing Johnny in front of every body. And of course, she could ignore him for a long time after. Then she would MAKE him apologize. And then she would official own him, too.

When Johnny finally came, Selene was fuming mad. Even the Aussie accent couldn't make her less angry. And she loved the accent. She turned her head veeery slowly, a fire blazing in her pale blue eyes, hot and angry. And then she said two words, dripping with annoyance and impatience.

'You're late.'