I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

40 - Procession?!

The door opens again, and beside me, I feel Scarlett immediately fidget, sinking back into her chair as if she wished to camouflage away. Turning to look, I see Darius Franklin, that beefy brunette Dean Sichmiller, and then Graham lumber in, all blonde hair and bright blue eyes and a big-ass smile. Ah, I see, she wants to hide from her rather fearless and idiotic pursuer. Sebastian saunters in last, looking more like a devious, buff-looking piece of dessert ('Dessert'?! Oh SHIT that was weird and uncalled for!! Bad hormonal brain, bad!!).

"Well, looky Mrs.Hartford! I'm not late for once," Graham calls up, sounding like an excited second-grader with a manly ass voice. Mrs.Hartford gives him a half-impressed smile and nods.

Sebastian, behind him, speaks up as well, "Heyyyy Mrs.Crowe,"

Mrs.Crowe, a young-ish woman with red hair (dyed, I can easily tell) and a thin, triangular face, grins back at him in an almost embarrassed way (Like, lady, he may be a gorgeous piece of shit, but he's also a young piece of shit!!). "Hello, Sebastian. Congrats, you're up for King!"

Sebastian's wily little grin sours up a bit, the corners pulling down a tad. "I know. It sucks."

Mrs.Hartford's little gray head snapped up, a fire blazing behind her glasses. "Mr.MacCrain, hush! It is an honor to be amongst the final Candidates to make it too the Coronation!" She turns her rage onto the other Candidates, who flinch (well, Dean and Ignacio do, Graham's smiling stupidly),"The same goes for you, Mr.Beltzer, and Mr. Gomez, and Mr.Sichmiller! Don't let me hear you complaining about it again!"

Ha! I think. But Sebastian doesn't hardly seem ruffled by Mrs.Hartford's chiding, just grins impishly. "Only because you told me to, Mrs.Hartford."

She gives him another scouring look. Maybe she had enough sense to get over his weird-as-hell flirting. "Please sit down, I'd like to start roll."

"As you wish," He grins, and then Graham and him wander in our direction. God dammit!

Graham sees Scarlett and his ever-present smile widens. He meanders right over to the chair beside her and plops right down, sprawling into her space. "Afternoon," He says, looking very much like a flirty grizzly bear who just found a terrified little rabbit. Scarlett mutters some kind of shy greeting and seems to hunker down further into her chair under his excited blue stare, as if she could hide while sitting beside him.

Um, no. "Hello Graham." I growl through my teeth as I lean forward to glower meaningfully at him. I don't think you're so dumb as to forget our little chitchat awhile ago about you leaving Scarlett the hell alone...!!

Graham blinks at me like a dimwitted cow. His grin is back in an instant though. "Hey Clarisse!" Jeezus Lord, where is your brain?!

Just as I'm about to remind him of our conversation, my chair suddenly starts shaking, whatthehell--
I look around and it's Sebastian(of fucking course, whenever is it ANYBODY else??), his hands on the backrest as he jolts me around. "Qu-Qu-Quit that!" I hiss through chattering teeth. If he keeps this up I'm gonna accidentally bite off my damn tongue!! (Then as revenge I'll rip his out so I don't have to listen to his fucking incessant laugh!!)

He stops, but his chuckling doesn't. "Howdy-do, Psycho," He pulls my chair back and rests his chin on my shoulder, his knees now near my hips and pressed against the plastic. Heat hits my cheeks and my heart sprints into action. "Up for some 'canoodling'?"

OhgoodfuckingChrist-- I about choke on anger and embarrassment while he chokes on suppressed laughter. I wrench forward, just barely sitting on an inch of the chair that Sebastian had now claimed. "I think I'm more up for arranging your funeral." I snarl under my breath.