gold on the ceiling. [tag; luke]

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]it's just a matter of time.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] Ah, school. Imogen had to admit, she'd missed it. A little. She hadn't been in Maryland for the summer, she'd been in Europe with her parents and her older brother. There hadn't been a lot to keep her here. Hayley would probably have been busy with other people and she certainly wouldn't have wanted to attend any of these parties, not like she'd be invited anyway. A month in France had been just what the doctor had metaphorically ordered. She'd loaded up on culture and fine food, expensive bespoke clothes, beaches, sunshine, sophistication and relaxation. Sat near front of class, Imogen's pale fingers smoothed out her regulation length skirt. Unlike some of the other girls, she hadn't altered her uniform in any way. She hadn't shortened her skirt, she hadn't sewn anything onto her blazer, she hadn't dyed her hair. Nothing. Just how the school wanted her to look. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and secured with a length of black ribbon that was tied into a neat little bow. Her polo shirt was freshly laundered and perfectly pressed, her nails cut sensibly short and her black shoes lacked a heel. In fact, her entire uniform lacked a personality, rather like she did. The tall girl had set all of her belongings out on her desk with military precision; her textbook, her notebook, her extra pens, everything. She sat upright and stiffly, her navy blue eyes on the white board at the front of class as she tried to resolutely ignore the idle chatter. Who cared who went were on holiday? She didn't. She didn't care that so-and-so had sex with someone, she didn't care that someone had gotten fat, that someone else had gotten arrested. Urgh. Just then, the door swung open and Mr. Clarke strolled in. He was in his late forties, tall but chubby. He wore glasses and had a happy demeanour but he never took shit from anyone and she respected him for that. "Well hello hello, boys and girls,"

[/color] Mr. Clarke began as he shut the door and dropped his things on his desk, some students looking forward as the hush died down. "I trust you all had a good summer and there was minimal fornicating. Some of you are new here and so, I thought it would be a good idea that we do a project together and I'm going to partner you up."[/color]

Imogen's heart sank, she didn't work well with other people. She was very much a lone wolf. Panic was clear on her pretty face as she shifted awkwardly in her seat. "I've already decided on your partners and my decision is final, there will be no switching, got it? I want you to learn about each other and ask questions,"[/color] he paused, looking around the room with a self-satisfied smirk as he tapped his chin. "Like a creative newspaper interview and yes, it will be graded. Green,"[/color]

Imogen's head snapped upwards as he called her last name and she forced herself to swallow. Ideally? He'd have a change of heart, drop the assignment and let her do something else. Mr. Clarke consulted his list, running his finger down the printed names. "You're with Moreau."[/color]

Suddenly, the class erupted into cheers and wolf whistled as Imogen groaned, slapping a hand over her eyes as her slender shoulders slumped in despair. "Shit," she whispered, some boys laughing behind her and she felt a dozen sets of female eyes on her, positively boring into the back of her head as she heard whispers. Aces. She got lumbered with the most popular boy in school and now every single female in last period English class loathed her. She raised her hand in the air, patiently waiting. "Sir," she called as Mr. Clarke acknowledged her. "Sir, I really don't think this is a good idea. I --" But he wasn't going to listen. "Don't care, Green. My word is law so grab your stuff and park your know-it-all butt next to Moreau, quick sticks. Go!"[/color]

"But sir!" She whined, suddenly feeling outraged by the blatant injustice of what had just happened and she wanted to throw a hissy fit. What had just happened? Her plump naturally scarlet lips pouted as her eyes narrowed on her teacher's profile and he simply laughed. Oh, he was such a bastard.

Angrily, Imogen threw her belongings together, making unnecessary noise as Mr. Clarke began to call some names. With a huff, she slung her bag over her shoulder as she stomped to the back of the class, ignoring the laughs from the rest of the class. The tall blonde girl plonked herself next to Luke heavily at a bench at the back of the room, tossing her hair back as a faint whiff of Chanel No. 5 was carried on the breeze generated, primly readjusting her textbooks, not meeting his gaze. Yup. She hated her life.
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music[/color] "Gold On The Ceiling" - The Black Keys
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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF the sun was beginning to rise but luke was already awake and silently pulling on the clothes he had thrown so carelessly the night before. he was attempting to make a quick and silent exit from the dorm room of some girl he had ended up spending the night with. most of the time luke preferred to leave after the deed was done but he was too drunk to drive so he decided to stay over. whenever he actually decided to sleep at a girls house they always woke up alone. this way they didn't think that the time they spent together was anything more than a one night stand. but for those girls who were more talented in the bedroom than others he tended to keep in contact with. unfortunately the girl laying in the bed next to where he was dressing wasn't one that he wanted to see again. once he was finished he made his way towards the exit pausing only when she began to rustle around. after waiting for a moment and confirming that she was still asleep he opened the door and left. luke easily navigated through the dorm having been there quite a few number of times. he had to admit that he had a preference for older girls mostly because they always had a place they could go too and he wouldn't have to worry about sneaking past someone's parents. rarely did he ever actually invite anyone over to his place even though it was empty all the time. he just wasn't a fan of the morning after when all he really wanted was to be on his own. (car) by the time luke reached his house the sun had fully risen and he didn't have that much time before school started. not that it by any means rushed him considering he was pretty much always late to class. the teachers were use to it and rarely ever said anything to him, they were just glad he had decided to show up. but the year had just begun and luke always liked to at least consistently be there for a week so he could scope out who he had in his classes and who he needed to pay extra attention to. reaching his house he parked his car and whistled as he opened the door into the empty home. luke lived alone most of the time because his dad and his step-mother were always traveling so much. at the moment they were in new york doing some business and were tired of constantly flying back and fourth and were renting a place there. not that he minded of course because they were both honestly strangers to him. he had spent half his life not even knowing who his father was and even though he was somewhat in his life now he couldn't say he knew much about him. heading towards the bathroom he quickly striped and entered the shower. the water burned his skin but he was too tired to really care. he just needed to wake up and get on with his day. after about twenty minutes or so he stepped out into the steam filled bathroom and dried off. it didn't take him that long to get dressed considering all he had to do was put his uniform on. he left it untucked as usual and went to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. putting it into a travel mug he grabbed a pen, stuck it behind his ear, and was on his way. luke rarely ever actually carried anything with him to school and if he did it was normally just a gym bag for when he actually decided to go to soccer practice. but he did make sure to bring a pair of sun glasses because he was hung-over and he knew the sun would just make his head hurt even more than it actually did. humming to himself he got back into his car not bothering to buckle his seat belt and began driving himself to school. his phone had constantly been going off with people asking him if he was actually coming to school but he hadn't bothered to reply. he decided he would just surprise them all with his appearance. it didn't take him long to get to school but he knew that the bell had already rung and he was going to be late. he had finished the coffee on the way to school so he at least wouldn't fall asleep, well at least not until after lunch. luke didn't bother to take off his sunglasses and just walked into the familiar building and made his way to his first class. walking into his class silently he made his way to the back of the room which the teacher started talking about some type of interview assignment that they were going to partner up with. he had already decided for them so luckily he wasn't going to have to chose someone to work with. with a yawn he looked around when he heard his name being called. it took him a moment to realize why the class was whistling and cheering. he had been partnered up with a girl who's attitude had boys running away in a matter of moments. she began to whine about being partnered up with him but the teacher was quick to shut her down and she made her way over to where he was sitting. luke found it difficult to keep from chuckling and he eventually gave into the temptation. turning over lazily to face her he pushed his sunglasses up and winced for a moment at how bright the light was. once his eyed adjusted he watched as she avoided making eye contact and busied herself by fidgeting with her textbooks. "i'm a little offended you didn't want to work with me" he admitted bringing his hand up to his chest over his heart. "i on the other hand, am extremely excited to interview you" luke added flashing her a smile he knew wouldn't have the same effect it did with the other girls. he could feel all of them staring at the both of them pretending that they weren't annoyed that they weren't the ones chosen to work with him. ------------------------- 1053 WORDS WORDS WORDS SO EXCITED <3 ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]it's just a matter of time.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] Imogen needed to calm down. She didn't even know Luke Moreau and up until that morning, he'd made no effort to get to know her. The feeling was mutual, she knew his type. She'd seen the sheer volume of heartbroken girls he'd left in his wake. He'd walked past her when she was at her locker once. He hadn't looked at her. In fact, he'd accidentally (or was it?) pushed her because the two boys he'd been walking with broke into an impromptu play fight, causing her slender body to go flying into her locker. He hadn't apologised. He hadn't even noticed. She had to admit, sometimes, the girls in this school made her ashamed to own a vagina. Did they not realise that their feelings were the last thing on his mind? But no, they still surrounded him, vying for his attention like puppies at an animal shelter. It made her sick. As Luke turned to face her, she pursed her lips, her eyes glued to the front of the classroom, she was faaaar too busy starting daggers at Mr. Clark. Bastard. She needed to stop this, they had to get along, this assignment was going to be graded and Imogen absolutely flat out refused to fail. Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen. With a heavy sigh, she turned to face him, a little alarmed as to find how close he was leaning towards her and she instantly pulled back. Miss. Green actually really enjoyed having her personal space, thanks. Her big bright eyes flicked back and forth over his face quickly from behind the lenses to her black square rimmed glasses. Sure. She supposed he was "handsome" in a classical sort of way, it was just a shame that his personality was totally and utterly abhorrent. "And I'm a little offended that you turned up to your first day of school hungover," Imogen replied coolly, offering him a little smile. He needed to know right from the off that she wasn't going to fall under his spell. The sooner he learnt that, the better it would be for the both of them. Her eyes darted to his chest as he placed his hand over where she suspected he trusted his heart was. Ahaha. Good one. He didn't have a heart. She blinked at him, her slender eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his next comment. He was excited to interview her? Imogen suddenly got that sinking feeling. Real bad. The smile he shot her had no effect on her whatsoever. Swiftly, she offered a grimace. It had originally meant to be a smile to show that despite the fact she wasn't too keen on him, they were paired together and they had to get on with it but her pretty face just betrayed her. The twenty or so sets of eyes that were set on both teenagers made her feel wholly uncomfortable. It was so pathetic. In a way, she felt as though she'd taken one for the team working with Luke. If they wanted Luke, they could have him. Stupid Mr. Clark and his equally stupid no switching rule. Opening her notebook, she composed herself, her pen at the ready. "So Luke," she breezed on. Calling him by his first name just seemed…wrong. It was very rare that he appeared in conversation or her thoughts but when he did, it was strictly either Moreau, Paris Paramour, Soccer Moron, The French Guy or Lothario. But no, never Luke. "You're on the soccer team," she began, writing "Calais Casanova question one" on her paper. She knew he wasn't from Calais, Calais was horrific and his accent didn't fit. "But you never turn up to practice, despite being labelled "the star player"," she said, making air quotes and clearly unimpressed. "Are you happy that you manage to rely on your apparently popularity to get you through school as opposed to actually do something with merit?" She asked, her big eyes flicking up to his face. "There are boys who try harder and are better players than you," she said. She was easing him in gently. It depended just how he treated her before she brought out the big guns. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 696
music[/color] "Another Chance" - Roger Sanchez
notes[/color] omg i'm sorry and i totally missed Luke <3[/style]

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF he was surprised for a moment when she commented on his hang over. he wasn't surprised at her pointing it out but he was confused with why it offended her. instead of responding to the comment he decided to ignore it and just go on with the interview. but now it was her time to feel the same, she didn't understand why he was glad to interview her. he wasn't sure if he should comment on that pretty little number he saw her in over the weekend. luke decided he would keep that to himself not sure how she would react to that just yet. but as soon as he saw her he began to ask around for more information about the girl. mostly all anyone ever talked about was her attitude and how it was best to avoid her which only made luke much more interested in getting to know her. she was going to be a challenge and he desperately needed one of those. sure it was fun when girls threw themselves at you constantly but everyone enjoyed a good chase now and then. imogen green was the perfect one to give him a run for his money. she opened her note book and got her pen ready and he realized that he was going to need some paper to write on. holding up his finger indicating he would just take a second he walked up to one of the girls in the class. he had no idea who she was but she had been staring at him quite intently earlier so he was sure she'd be nice enough to hand him a sheet of paper. "could i have a piece of paper?" he asked her with a smile. the girl seemed to shocked that he was talking to her that she just gave him her entire notebook. luke raised his eyebrows for a moment and tore out a sheet giving her the book back. "thanks" he said giving her one more smile that seemed to just send her over the edge. the second he walked away he could hear her and her partner rapidly whispering about the encounter and what it could have meant. he was just really hoping she wasn't going to be one of the girls that assumed everything he did was code for something else. just a smile sent some girls into wild fantasies about how he was secretly in love with them when honestly he was just attempting to be friendly. shrugging it off he began walking over back to imogen taking a seat and grabbing the pen he had behind his ear. luke watched as began to write about him and he wasn't surprised with the basic information that she wrote about him. his life was pretty much constantly in the public eye of the school and there weren't many secrets about him. but when she wrote about him being from calais he was yet again surprised by her. first of all it was wrong, and he was surprised she even knew that it existed. why she thought he was from there though he had no idea. "marseille actually", but nice try he said correcting her with a smile. he didn't bother to refute the part about him being a casanova or his soccer team status. he couldn't help but chuckle at her question about him relying on his popularity to get him through school. "yep, love it" he responded knowing that the answer would probably give her even more reason to dislike him than she already did. but now it was his turn to ask her questions. writing her name on the top of the sheet he looked over her before turning back to his paper. the first thing he wrote under her name with a bullet point was the word sexy. then underneath it he wrote another bullet point adding great legs under it. with a smile he tried to pick his first one carefully. "so, are you a virgin?" he asked simply and calmly. it was a question she probably wasn't going to expect and one that some people would consider inappropriate. but sex was apart of living , it was nothing to be ashamed about. "and is this your natural hair color?" he asked picking up a strand carefully and looking at it. ------------------------- 724 WORDS WORDS WORDS SO EXCITED <3 ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]it's just a matter of time.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] As Luke held up an index finger, a jolt of anger shot through her and she visibly flinched as though she'd just been slapped. Was he shitting her? Honestly? First of all, he'd had the indecency of being hung over, then he had the nerve to rock up to class ten minutes late and then he had the balls to make her wait for him? She was stunned and her jaw dropped open. Wow. She didn't know whether she should be filled with righteous indignation or applaud his audacity. She still hadn't spoken and she was feeling quite the cocktail of emotions that all she could do was dumbly nod her head to let him leave. "Jesus Christ," Imogen said as she watched, slapping a hand over her eyes as she groaned. These girls fell like dominos, it was pathetic and at the same time, incredibly fascinating to watch. Unlike many of the other girls in the class, Imogen didn't feel any hint of jealousy as the girl hastily shoved her entire notebook at Luke. Unable to help herself, she snorted with laughter. She didn't laugh often and when she did, it was usually derisive but this was genuine. "Literally can't believe that just happened," she said to herself as he sat back down, fighting back a smile. She didn't think she was a feminist or anything but when she saw girls acting in such a terribly way, she thought Emmeline Pankhurst would be positively turning in her grave. Marseille? Imogen turned her head to look at him, her big blue eyes from behind the thick lenses of her glasses seemed overly bright as the ghost of a smile played along the curve of her full lips. "I thought you had a hint of the French Riviera about you," she mused, starting at him for a handful of seconds before turning back to her papers. Scribbling out Calais, she replaced it with Marseille which she then circled and drew lines out of, making a spider diagram effectively. She knew a bit about his city. She'd visited a few times. "Vieil Aix is my favourite," she said without thinking. She wondered if he missed home. And then he had to go and spoil their nice moment. Imogen sighed, her slender shoulders slumping in defeat. It didn't surprise her that she'd been bang on when she suggested that he just coasted through school and he hadn't even seemed to try and protest it which somehow made her a little bit angry. Pursing her lips in distaste, she picked up her pen again and wrote down; slacker, no career plans or life aspirations. Just then, she'd glanced at what he'd written down. Sexy? Sexy. Did he think she was sexy? She wasn't sexy. What did he mean by that? Was he trying to be funny by playing on her low self-esteem? Because that was not cool. Confusion was clear on her pretty face and it only grew as he read about her legs. How did he know what her legs looked like? Currently, they were covered by knee-length school regulation socks. Feeling awkward, her hands slipped underneath her desk as she fidgeted with her skirt, pulling the hem down and over her knees. Imogen's eyes widened at his question, utterly caught off guard and she hated him for it. "Isn't that…not…really…relevant?" She asked softly, struggling for words. She didn't really see what this had to do with their class presentation and she was forced to bite on the insides of her cheeks to prevent her from saying something she'd regret. "No," she said swiftly. It wasn't like her to be so honest but from the short time she'd spent with him, she'd figured that he'd see through her lies. She wasn't going to tell him when, how or with who she'd lost her virginity to. They weren't friends. When Luke touched her hair, she shot him a confused sideways glance. She enjoyed people playing with her hair, stroking her scalp, it was a turn on but she never let anyone close enough to do so. He needed to stop getting so close, she didn't like it. "And yes it is," she said tersely. "I wash it with chamomile shampoo to brighten it up. Why?" Imogen asked, eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch. God, she really hoped he didn't have a thing for blondes. "How long was your longest relationship?" She asked, lifting a hand to place it on his wrist and force it down, tugging her hair out of his grasp. Without waiting for an answer, she wrote down fifteen minutes in response to her question. She really didn't think Luke was one of those guys who took a girl home and made love to her all night. He was a quickie lover; wham, bam, thank you ma'am. In and out. He probably didn't last. "Do you lie a lot?" She asked sweetly, knowing that he did. "Have you ever indulged in phone sex?" Imogen asked, eyes sparkling as she arched a slim eyebrow. Clearly, the true meaning of this assignment had gone out the window when he asked if she was a virgin. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate my looks?" The blonde asked. "I must be vaguely pretty or you wouldn't be within a mile of me, designated partners or not." 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[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
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notes[/color] x__o she can't flirt to save her liiiiife[/style]

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF he had to hold in his laughter as her mouth dropped at him asking her to wait. "i just want to do my work" he told her with a wink before he walked away and got the piece of paper from the girl. didn't take him very long anyways and he was back in his seat before he knew it. "you'd be surprised what happens" he said replying with a shrug. if he had told her all his strange experiences with girls he was positive that she wouldn't believe him. she looked at him in recognition when he told her the city he had grown up in. it was definitely an unfamiliar sensation to talk to someone who actually knew something about france and the place he had grown up in. most girls he would say where he was from they just swooned cause they liked french words. he sat there with a small smile as she stared at him for a little longer than normal before fixing her mistake on the paper. "it's beautiful there" he replied quietly sounding distant. whenever he talked about france too long he would end up making himself uncomfortable, not that anyone noticed because he was able to play it off so well. talking about it just made him go through memories he didn't want to repeat. unconsciously he began rubbing the area under his watch where his tattoo of the date was hidden. he was brought back to reality when she began to write down more about him. a small smirk formed on his lips at how write everything she had written was. he had no life aspirations, he was planning on just living off his fathers money for as long as possible, which would probably last him his lifetime. there were no plans for him to get married and continue the line so he wouldn't have to worry about any future generations needing something to live on. all he had was himself and eh was going to live his life the largest he could. even though he could tell she was surprised by what he wrote he decided not to acknowledge it. if she didn't know that she was hot obviously she had some problems she needed tot take care off. he chuckled when she pulled her skirt down to cover her legs more. "don't worry, i saw plenty this weekend" he replied with a small innocent smile. when seeing her out of school it was hard to believe that they were the same girl. she was one of the few girls that actually didn't bother altering their uniform and yet out of school she was just as fashionable as the trendsetters. "the class want's to know the real you" he said with a small shrug as if he was forced to ask the question. as if he actually cared that this assignment was going to get graded. he studied her for a moment when she said no and an idea formed in his head. he wrote down virgin and looked back to her as if nothing was wrong. if she was a virgin she'd be embarrassed that he knew the truth but if she wasn't he would be interested in how she'd react. next to it he added sexually frustrated underline the words. it wasn't as if it was too far from the truth. she looked over confused when he was touching her hair but he paid it no mind. real blonde he wrote down and adding charmomile in parenthesis near it. "just curious, you can never tell these days" he said with a shrug. of course she would write something like fifteen minutes regarding his longest relationship. "three weeks" he replied with a shrug ignoring her paper. the only reason it had even lasted that long was because she went on vacation for a week and he wanted to break up with her in person. he had the decently to at least wait till then. "do you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend whatever you're into?" he asked hands up showing that there was no judgement. "nope" he replied just as sweetly to her question to whether or not he was a liar. luke tried to be as honest as possible with people especially when it came to the girls that he got together with. they all knew what they were getting themselves into beforehand. he wasn't looking for a relationship and no matter how much they thought they could change him for the better it just wasn't going to happen. "any interesting piercings or tattoos?" he asked hoping the answer would be yes or she would at least blush so he'd know it was yes. "yeah, wanna try it sometime?" he replied with a smirk. he was starting to enjoy the fact that their questions were getting more and more interesting as they went on. luke was curious to how far they were going to get. "i'm not really a scale guy, it's either if i want to sleep with them or not" he replied with a shrug honestly. "what would you rate my looks?" luke asked expecting her to give him a low number just to spite him. good thing he had enough confidence that her lies wouldn't affect him. ------------------------- 881 WORDS WORDS WORDS he'll make up for it <33333333333 ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]it's just a matter of time.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] "I really honestly truly doubt that," Imogen said breezily with a shake of her head, her shimmering blonde locks reflecting the morning sun as she tutted darkly. She didn't want to know about his sexual conquests. She didn't want to entertain the thought of threesomes or possibly even more. Luke Moreau was drowning in girls. Literally. She was sure the gossip blogger would have a field day dissecting his love life. After all, there were hundreds of teenage girls that would love to try and change themselves to fit his ideal. Which was skinny, pretty and empty-headed. She was none of those things so she'd dodged a metaphorical bullet for sure. Imogen blinked as he sounded a little bit…off. Francophile? She wrote on her page but that didn't seem to fit. Homesick she decided on, nodding swiftly. Did she really want to have a deep and meaningful conversation with him? She was cautious. With boys like Luke, the moment she let him in would be the moment he'd tear her apart. It had happened once and she made herself a promise that she wouldn't let it happen again. She simply smiled, nodding along. She'd just gotten back from France a few days ago and her normally alabaster skin had taken on a light tan, making her skin seem to glow. Noticing the way his fingers slid under the watch she was sure cost more than her entire home, she blinked and picked up her pen again. Crabs? The blonde wrote. Venereal diseases weren't her pastime or anything so she wasn't really sure if they could spread from a person's nether regions. STD roulette she wrote next to it. With the amount of girls he slept with, she was sure he'd carried something and passed it on. If she was considering sleeping with him (which she was not), the sheer volume of girls that he got through would surely ring alarm bells. "This weekend?" Imogen asked, her eyes snapping back to his. "What on Earth do you mean?" She asked again, sounding a mixture of annoyed and exasperated. If he was going to continue speaking in riddles, she'd get frustrated. She'd always made sure that she didn't move in the same sorts of circles as Luke and his bozo "friends" did. Not that she'd be able to get into those sorts of clubs anyway. The bouncers were bribed regardless. If you weren't top dog, you didn't get in. She was fairly certain she hadn't seen him that passing weekend, he was usually surrounded by a mass of loud and overbearing teenagers. Her soft plump lips down turning at the corners to form a perfect little frown. She hadn't worn her bikini that weekend. "I really hope you aren't stalking me," she said, sounding prickled. "This is the real me," Imogen said, not really understanding which was a strange thing to her because Imogen Green understood everyone and everything. That was who she was. "What you see is what you get," she lied with a shrug of her slender shoulders. Still waters ran deep and Imogen, internally, was a mess. She was cool and detached for a reason; that was simply how she'd adapted to cope. "I am not a virgin," she snapped suddenly, leaning across and into Luke's personal space without thought, her chest gently brushing his arm. She grabbed his pen and scribbled the word out. Her outburst had caused someone behind her to stifle a little giggle. Sexually frustrated? She bit her lip. Well yes, yes she was. She needed a good hard shag to send her on her merry little way. "You were expecting three hundred dollar extensions, weren't you?" Imogen asked flatly, her pretty face showing that she was clearly unimpressed. "Unlike the rest of the girls and I use the term "girls" loosely as most of them could be labelled as soulless vessels," she ploughed on, "I only wear make up on weekends and I don't layer it on with a trowel," she concluded, feeling better, like she'd relieved some tension. Three weeks? Pfft. "No I don't," she said swiftly as she denied having a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Did she honestly think she was gay? Oh man, what if she said she was? His disgusting little mind of his would kick into overdrive and his head would explode. Did he honestly think someone would date her? She was dead inside but hadn't always been such a bitch. She sighed softly. "I don't have time. I'm too busy," she said, using her default excuse. It was normally a crowd pleaser; people nodded and smiled as they understood. She even got the occasional person who offered her some sympathy. She simply smiled at him and tilted her head. In fact she did have a tattoo. When she was fifteen and in the firm grip of a bout of teenage rebellion, she'd gotten a quote on her left hip, just below where the waistline of her panties sat. Les gens qui savant beaucoup parlent peu in neat, small cursive writing. It meant people who know a lot speak little. Perfectly fitting. "Just my ears," she said with a smile, reaching up to rub her bare earlobes. The school said to take out any earrings or if they couldn't be removed, tape them up with band-aids. Health and safety, blah blah blah. "I'm not giving you my phone number," Imogen said with a smile. Swiftly, she wrote down sexually explicit voicemail pest. "Would you sleep with me?" The blonde asked, both of her perfectly groomed eyebrows arched in question. This was far too much for a Monday morning. Picking up her pen, she wrote down the word no in capital letters and underlined it. When he asked, she took the time to look at him. Properly look at him. "Classically handsome," she said gently, her eyes sliding down his nose. "But your eyebrows are too low," she said swiftly, slipping back into her artistic mode. "Your nose is a little short in proportion to your face," she went on, it was too late to back out now anyway. Imogen continued to study him, her eyes bright as she leant in a little bit. "Your top lip is fuller than your lower lip but you have a nice Cupid's bow but it offsets the roundness of your jaw. It's not defined enough," here, she paused. "All in all?" She asked. "You're too pretty for my liking so I'm going to have to go with fair-to-middling." With that, she nodded her head. "What are your hobbies?" Imogen asked breezily like she hadn't just broken his spirit. "What do you do for fun? And don't say your classmates." 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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF school normally wasn't the top on his priority list but now and then he had to at least try. the teachers needed something to explain why they were all passing him by with such good marks. even the ones that didn't like him gave him decent enough grades afraid of what would happen if his dad caught wind of a bad grade. it helped that he always did well on tests and quizzes it was just the assignments that he was supposed to do at home he never bothered with. his blue eyes watched as she wrote the word homesick on her paper. had his thoughts really been that obvious? "the babes here are hotter" he told her with a wink and going back to his normal front. running a hand through his hair he couldn't help but chuckle at what else she was writing. he didn't blame her for thinking he could have an std but he was always careful when it came to sex as unbelievable as that sounded. it really wasn't stds he was worried about it was more getting a girl pregnant, that was the last thing he'd ever want to happen. kids were never going to be an option for him and he had to make sure of that. if he did get a girl pregnant he didn't know what he would do, he didn't want to be like his dad and abandon them but he also didn't want them to have him as a father. "i'm clean, you can check" he told her with a smirk knowing she wouldn't believe him. not that he cared of course because he knew it and all the girls he slept with knew it. she was taken aback when he brought up the weekend. "i just happened to see you around the town" he said with a roll of his eyes. as cute as she was he wasn't crazy enough about her to even consider stalking her. why stalk one girl when he could be sleeping with multiple other ones. it was a little offensive that she would even say such a thing actually. "touchy subject is it?" luke asked as she grabbed her pen and scratched out what he had written. a few people were laughing because she had been speaking a little louder than she should have which in turn caused him to smile. taking his pen back from her gently underneath it he wrote experienced and drew a little heart next to it. "better?" he questioned knowing the answer would yet again most likely be no. "when was the last time you got laid?" he asked his pen waiting against the paper to write something down. it wasn't as if he couldn't say he would be surprised if she had admitted to having extensions. these days it was so hard to tell if something was real all you had to do was hope the girl was truthful enough about it. anger issues he put down with a small shake of his head. the way she was speaking about those girls it was clear that she had some unresolved issues. single he added not that it would have mattered if she had a boyfriend anyways. he would have continued to flirt regardless if he thought there was even a chance he could get what he wanted. luke never understood what the problem with that was, it wasn't his fault that the girl didn't like the guy enough to stay faithful. all he really wanted was a fun time and he didn't mind where he got it from. "so are you the one night stand type of girl? since you're too busy for anything serious" he asked straight faced as if he wasn't asking her something strange. a sigh escaped his lips when she said all she had pierced were her ears. he was hoping for some type of tattoo in an inappropriate area she got when she was drunk once. but alas, he had to deal with what he got. "plan on getting any tattoos?" he responded with the boring answer she had given him. he chuckled when she talked about not giving him her phone number. even though it would have been nicer for her to give it to him herself he had ways of getting it. it helped that one of the office aids happened to have a major crush on him and would be able to find the number in a heart beat. of course he couldn't tell her the real reason he wanted the number, he would just say he lost it and she was one of his partners and how helpful and appreciative he would be if she could help him out. then maybe after making out in the locker room with the aid he'd give imogen a call much to her dismay. "what would you like me to say?" he asked genuinely curious about the answer. did she want him to admit that he wanted to sleep with her? as if that wasn't obvious but he just wanted to hear from her mouth that she wanted him to be interested in her. waiting for her to finish with her analysis of him he just smiled at the end. most people might have been offended at some of the things she had noted but he was glad that she had obviously paid such special attention to each one of his features. "fair enough" he said with her rating a smile still plastered on his face. "but it is a hobby" he argued with a grin. "i could show you sometime, what i like to do for fun" luke added his eyes focused on her waiting for a reaction. ------------------------- 957 WORDS WORDS WORDS gawd, i love her ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]it's just a matter of time.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] When he winked at her, she nearly threw up. She hated winks. She was sure it was meant to be playful and cute but she just wanted to punch whoever did it. Imogen pressed her full lips into a thin line, not trusting herself to speak when he said the babes were hotter over here. That was a lie. She didn't bat for the other team or anything but French girls were sexy. Sophisticated, smart, sassy, well dressed, well mannered and the girls in Ocean City? Sluts. Perma-tanned vacuous beings that constantly wore bikinis and giggled. In between shopping using Daddy's credit cards, of course. "No thank you," the tall blonde said primly as she smoothed the fabric of her school skirt absently. Imogen wasn't really that prudish but that wasn't how the school saw her. She was pious and sanctimonious and quick to judge. It was all very hypocritical. Luke wasn't going to get anything from her. She wasn't going to let him in but she figured she was safe. She wasn't a Royal (thank God) and she wasn't a Popular and she didn't want to be. It was all a bit…incestuous. Everyone had slept with everyone else, it was a tangled web of awkwardness. Yuck. "Did you," she said flatly, her pretty face impassive and she made it seem more of a statement as opposed to a question. "I can't imagine where," she said as she shifted, feeling awkward. He was freaking her out. He said he'd seen her but he hadn't said where. He'd said something about her clothes but he hadn't said what she'd been wearing. What? Luke was just so…frustrating! Falling silent, she tried to remember what she'd been wearing last Saturday. Her new Emilio Pucci dress? It was tight and form fitting but it covered pretty much everything and she was far too dressy to be worn around town. Sexual predator she wrote on her page. That was the worse kind, the boys who leered. Or had he been hinting at her denim cut offs that her mum had bought for her but because her legs were so long, they were more like hot pants? "No," she hissed, her faintly tanned cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she flushed red with indignation. "Sex is sex," she said, not really explaining it. "And it's really none of your business." With that, she wrote down voyeuristic tendencies. Pervert. When the sniggering didn't stop, Imogen turned in her seat. "Oh piss off," she barked to the boy behind her, the girl next to him too busy making goo-goo eyes at Luke to really notice the situation unfold. "Green!"

[/color] Mr. Clark barked suddenly, causing Imogen to jump in her seat and knock her books off the table. "Sorry!" She called out, flushing pink again. "I'm sorry," she said as she dived under the table, gathering her books and popping her head back up as she settled in her seat. "But you did just happen to partner me with the Antichrist," she mumbled as she pulled her book back towards her.

"Do you only ever think about sex?" Imogen asked as she arched an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you haven't asked me what colour panties I'm wearing." Was being labelled as "experienced" somehow better? Well…no, not really but she'd take what she could get. "Two weeks ago," she said, knowing that going three days without sex for him would be like torture. "His name was Pierre and he was a poet and no," she said with a tired sigh, her shoulders slumping again. "Don't laugh. It was a mistake and I regret it. I don't have one night stands because they aren't a good idea," she said with a shake of her head. "I'd only regret it. You and I are wired differently," she said patiently, her eyes on the white board at the front of the class. "I don't get my kicks that way."

Was she planning on getting tattoos? She didn't want another. "Nope," she said smoothly as she absently cracked the knuckles of her left hand before running it through the long glossy locks of her hair, a faint whiff of orange blossom catching on the breeze. "My body is a temple." One that required animal sacrifices to enter because she was one stuck up bitch.

"I'd really like for you to say that I'm not your type," Imogen said swiftly, looking bored as she tapped her pen against her desk absently in slow, repetitive motions. Inflated ego she wrote. It must be painful for him sitting next to her, knowing there was no way in Hell he'd get her into bed. Arrogant, cocky, acutely annoying. "I really, really don't want to think that you'd ever have some sort of lewd fantasy that involved me," she said with a grimace, pulling a face like the notion tasted foul. "And I'd love to be able to sleep soundly in my bed at night, knowing that I'm not on your sexual conquest list."

She simply smiled. "Oh as much I'd as love to," Imogen drawled sarcastically. "I'm busy. Every night from now until the end of time," she said with a nod of her head. She paused. "I'm tempted to say yes and watch your reputation collapse around you quicker than a house of cards but I'm just not that vindictive." Picking up her pen again, she jotted down Endless empty sexual encounters in attempt to gain fulfilment somehow. Incapable of love. "I take it you don't have any pets, that you don't play an instrument, that you don't have a job, slacker," she said playfully and with a hint of a smile. Looking up at Luke again, she tilted her head to the left a little. "Hm," she said as she looked at him closely. "If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?"
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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF "whenever you're ready to check just give me a call" he expressed as he resisted a smile. all luke really wanted out of this conversation would have been one genuine smile but he doubted he'd ever see it. she already had such a negative look on him even though he was sure they had never actually spoken before. of course people judged off of rumors but never did they judge as harshly as she was. most girls just knew to be careful around him but in the end they always broke down after a few conversations with him seeing that he wasn't such a bad guy. all he really did was sleep around, what was wrong with that? the slut label he didn't mind because he knew it was true but he never thought the things he did were that bad. maybe he was just so lost that he didn't see any wrong with what was happening around him. contemplating that for a bit he shrugged it off not really caring what his reputation said. she adjusted slightly as she began to think where he could have seen her over the weekend. "around town" was all he added repeating himself. when she began to blush luke couldn't help but feel a small pang of victory and accomplishment. he had actually gotten a real emotion out of her that wasn't anger and he was proud of himself. maybe he was going to have to continue talking about sex just to see how red he could actually get her. watching as she wrote more about him he shook his head with a sigh. her paper was going to be filled with the most ridiculous things and he was sure that half the class wouldn't even understand what they meant. grinning at the boy she had told to piss off he was enjoying the moment until the teacher yelled her name. imogen had been so scared she had actually jumped up and all her books went flying. before luke could even attempt to help she had all her books on her desk after apologizing to the teacher. he wasn't sure what it was but he didn't think mr.clark was a big fan of little miss imogen green here. "i'm not that bad" he responded to her calling him the antichrist. "though, i have been called worse" muttering mostly talking to himself. "not always, just most of the time. but i am a teenage boy, what do you expect? he offered with a shrug. he smirked when she talked about him asking about her underwear, the thought had crossed his mind earlier but he was a little afraid of a physical answer to the question that involved a big red mark on his face. "disappointed i didn't ask?" luke responded with a raise of his brow. now for the interesting question, when she was last laid. in the beginning he couldn't believe that it had only been two weeks ago and she seemed to walk around with a stick up her butt. then when she continued talking he had to bite his lip from trying not to laugh. he could feel his face flushing slightly from holding the laughter in, oh how badly he just wanted to release it. though he knew that if he started he would probably laugh so hard he cried and his stomach hurt. then mr.clark would probably kick him out of the class because nothing would have been able to stop him. after calming himself down slightly he grabbed his pen and shakily wrote bad taste in guys and chuckled a bit which caused him to bite his lip to stop. "i didn't know you were into the poet type" was all he could manage to say in response. "one night stands are easy, all the fun without a relationship" he responded once he had fully calmed down. "yes it is" he said responding to her temple comment but avoiding eye contact with her as he began to write more. views her body as a temple he added to his list that wasn't even half as long as hers was. maybe he needed to step up his game and start to write more. "not saying you're my type would be lying, and contrary to your belief i'm not a liar" luke said simply as he watched her tap her pen. now she was writing even more but he didn't bother to look knowing it would all be negative anyways. "what if i said i did? and it involved you in a librarians outfit" he told her attempting to contain a straight face. the thought alone he knew would shock and disgust her which was why there was no way he could have resisted. "regarding the costume, are you into roleplaying in bed?" he asked his pen ready to write down whether she was or not. busy until the end of time? "what a shame, i could have shown you a good time" he remarked with a disappointed shrug. listening carefully as she talked about them being together ruining his reputation he couldn't help but smile. the only thing good about being popular was that everyone was fighting for your attention. the girls fell to your feet and the guys did whatever you wanted to just be labeled as one of your friends. he enjoyed the perks but didn't find it all that important, he would probably do just as fine if he was a reject. not that he was going to give it up until there were no more perks for him to have. "my reputation isn't all that great already apparently" was all he offered as a response. "like i said earlier, i've been called worse" he remarked more interested in her smile than what she had actually said. the question was a simple one but one that he had to pause before he answered not wanting to blurt out what he really wanted. fame, money, and power luke shared with a small smile. "what would you ask for?" he questioned wondering if she was going to give him a serious answer or one full of bullshit like the one he had just given her. ------------------------- 1039 WORDS WORDS WORDS i'll always be her fan girl <3 ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]it's just a matter of time.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] Persistent little bugger, wasn't he? Imogen could tell that he wasn't used to girls who resisted his charms. They weren't really charms, though. More like well rehearsed empty lines that were foolproof. He had no imagination. She was willing to get her car on the fact that he moved from girl to girl, recycling the same lines and they always worked. It was laughable. She didn't like that. If a guy really, truly wanted to be with her, they would have made an effort. Luke Moreau was no Lord Byron. Around town. Unlike his female companions, he wasn't willing to give it up. Fine! "I'll just choose my hang out spots a little more carefully in future then," she said breezily, reaching up the smooth a lock of shiny golden blonde hair between two index fingers. She didn't want to admit it but yeah, it nettled her a little. What had she been wearing that was so outrageous that he'd noticed her? He'd ignored her for four years. Until they were thrown together in such an unceremonious way, he would have ignored her for another four years. Oh that would be lovely. She would have gone about her business, hating school, hating his friends as they shoved her into lockers and stole her books, hating the weather, hating Manchester Prep. She was so bitter and twisted lately. He wasn't that bad, hey? "You really haven't done anything that would make me consider changing my opinion of you," Imogen said flatly and with a shrug of her slender shoulders. This polo shirt was starting to itch it. With a frown, she pulled a face as she placed two cool fingers to her collarbone, trying to ward off the impending red marks on her otherwise alabaster skin. "You don't help anyone but yourself," she said. "And why would you? There's nothing in it for you. You drink, you…shag everything that moves," she said with a laugh as though it was actually funny to her. "Do you smoke?" She asked. "Of course you smoke," she corrected herself. "You don't apply yourself at school even though I know you aren't stupid so yes, yes you are the Prince of Darkness as far as I'm concerned." He'd asked what she'd expected and she simply smiled whilst biting down on the inside of her left cheek. He was…exactly as she'd expected him to be. Incapable of a proper, decent conversation, always flirting, always having a laugh. School might be his playground but to Imogen, school was a jungle. She was constantly fighting. The teachers weren't her best friends, she didn't really have friends. She ate lunch by herself, stayed in the Library until he closed, often walked home. She worked hard for the grades she got and she felt so mad, so sick, so frustrated that just because Luke followed his dick that he got everything awarded to him on a silver platter while she was left there, barely treading water. With a sigh, her big blue eyes were on the desk. Imogen looked sad, almost as though a sudden and terrible thought had hit her. She supposed that it had; she was never going to beat him. She needed a new game to play. "Relieved actually," she said almost instantly, falling back into usual persona. It was like a defence mechanism and she and him were a lot alike. No one really knew either of them that well. At the comment to her underwear, she was actually wearing a silk pair of briefs with a flower print and a small little satin bow in the centre of them with a frilly laced edge. Good underwear was a basic human right. Underwear man? She scribbled down. She didn't think he was the type of boy to buy a girl sexy undies. Her blush deepened as she shifted uncomfortably on her seat, she didn't like the way he was dying to laugh. It wasn't the act that made her embarrassed but rather, the fact that he'd sweet talked her into it. She wasn't one of those girls but lo and behold, she'd done a French poet on the beach and sunset. Cliché much? And he hadn't even given her his phone number. Oh God, she'd let the entire female species down. "I'm not," she said tersely. "But it's better than a jock," she said quickly. Ideally? She'd prefer a fellow artist. They were exciting! Kind and gentle and creative but passionate and changeable. Exciting. For example, a boy like Luke wouldn't have sex with her on a kitchen counter because he had to have her right there, right then. Maybe when she went to New York, she could find herself a rough and ready artist. That'd be nice. She didn't think one night stands were easy. But then again, she hadn't had enough of them to make an informed decision. Imogen cracked a grin and awarded Luke with a glimpse of her white and even teeth. "Of course I'm your type, I have boobs and a pulse," she said with a roll of her eyes. Was she flattered that he'd told her she was his type? Yes. The small giggly girlish part of herself that she kept locked up was positively delighted but no! No. Unable to help herself, she let out a bark of laughter which only caused Mr. Clark to look up sharply from his desk. "Are these glasses turning you on?" She asked, amused. To be honest, she dressed like a Librarian daily so she didn't really know what he was getting out. "I'm sorry about that but I need these to see," she said with another bright smile. Contacts were okay, she had them but they irritated her eyes and besides, she wasn't dressing for the boys of Manchester Prep. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you I dressed up as Catwoman for an old boyfriend," Imogen said, totally deadpan as she looked over to him, making it hard for him to decide. In fact, she had. She'd donned a black vinyl catsuit with a mask, a kitty ear headband, scarlet lipstick and her hair down in loose waves. It was ridiculous but the best sex she'd ever had. "It's a strange hierarchy," she said in response to his comment about his reputation. "It's like you could do something any normal person would be arrested for and then people throw you a party," she said with wide eyes. "I can't get my head around." Imogen was very scientific, analytical to a fault and she just couldn't see this school actually worked. "Regardless of that fact, I'm still not having sex with you," she replied with a smile. But she rolled her eyes when she heard what she wished for. Well duh. Like she was really expecting anything else out him. Who was she kidding? "So predictable," she said with a sigh but what did she want? She paused, blindsided by the reversal of the question and she thought. "A career in art," Imogen said for her first wish. "Health," for her second. She didn't like her life here but she wasn't about to end it, things would get better. "And," here she paused, falling silent for a second or two. "Happiness," she said as she looked down to her hands. Luke wasn't stupid, he must have seen high school had been rough on her. But she was actually being honest and vulnerable for once but he wouldn't care. With a sigh, she tried her best to carry on. Oh dear. She needed a drink. "Where's the nicest place you've been to?" She asked, trying to move on and fast. 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words[/color] 1283
music[/color] "Calling My Name" - Neon Trees
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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF luke couldn't help but grin at her response to be more cautious of where she hung out. maybe he'd be lucky enough to come across more places that she liked to be around and he'd get to bug here there too. soon enough nowhere in the town would be safe and she'd be forced to interact with him much more often. he listened quietly as she began to list the reasons she didn't like him. unlike most people in the school imogen actually realized the honest truth to why he was such a bad guy. the only thing anyone every really said to him was that he was a heartbreaker and that was all he cared about. they didn't realize he never did anything unless it pertained to himself. luke had given up on other people a long time ago and even though he was good at pretending to care there weren't many people he honestly could say he worried for. even his friends he didn't consider his actual friends just people to pass the time with until he met his maker. even though he already knew all of this hearing it come out of someones mouth made it very unsettling. but of course he kept that silly smile on his face and acted as though it didn't phase him. most of the time nothing phased him but for some reason this was not sitting well with him. "i don't smoke, it's a bad habit you know" he countered with a smile but not bothering to respond to anything else she had said. though he couldn't deny sometimes he had a moment of weakness and decided to smoke a cigarette here and there but normally only when he was drunk. luke was sad to admit it but she had him pegged, she seemed to know the truth behind him and he wasn't sure how. though there was no way he was going to let her know that she was right about anything. "prince of darkness has a nice ring to it" he stated as he looked as though he was thinking it over. looking at her concerned for a moment he was wondering what he had said to make her look so depressed. replaying their conversation in his head he didn't believe he said anything wrong. but then she was up looking at him as if that moment didn't happen. luke did the same his look of concerned gone in a flash and a smirk replacing it. "care to share anyways?" he asked in regards to what underwear she was wearing. last fall he had a short fling with some underwear model who all she could do was talk about her work. needless to say luke picked up on a few things here and there. besides he had been with enough girls to know the difference in what he liked and what he didn't. she continued to blush even more but instead of thinking of victory luke was more worried that he'd have an ulcer from holding all this laughter in. she preferred the sensitive poet type more than a jock? "if you say so" luke responded glad he had been able to contain his laughter for so long."what would you consider 'your type' to be?" he questioned. now that would be an interesting answer, unlike most girls she didn't seem to fit the typical tall, dark, and handsome definition of a perfect guy. "so much, you don't even understand" he told her leaning in a little closer to her. even though it was hard to keep his face calm he knew it would be worth it with her reaction. just the fact that he even moved slightly closer to her he expected would make her angry at him. "don't be sorry, it helps with the fantasy" luke assured her glad that she seemed to be enjoying herself, or at least pretending to enjoy herself. "i could see you as catwoman" he confessed to her with a shrug. he wasn't sure if she was serious about the costume but if she was he really did hope she had pictures to prove it. "what would you consider the baddest thing you've ever done?" he asked hoping she'd give him a real answer. it was amusing to see her attempt to make sense of how popularity worked here. the simplest way to explain it really was that you had to make everyone wish they could be you. being attractive was the first step, and the second was to lead a life that everyone wished they could have. with luke he always had a way with the ladies that most guys couldn't understand. they were always flocking to him to figure out his secret that they could use for themselves. popularity was easier to achieve than most people believed. luke had moved here the beginning of last year but he was on top of the social ladder in a matter of months. it was all about making connections with the right people and he had been lucky enough to get the attention of the future queen bee herself. "maybe you're thinking about it too much" he offered as an explanation. but of course she had to add something about not sleeping with him. though at this point she seemed to be reassuring herself more than him. "keep telling yourself that" luke responded with a small smile. "so you're an artist?" he commented based off of her first wish. "we could always have a titanic moment, i'd be the rose to your jack" he told her with a small chuckle. luke couldn't draw to save his life, when he was in art class the girl next to him normally did everything for him. he was pretty sure that the teacher realized this but he never commented on it. normally luke didn't have people do his work for him but when it came to art he really was hopeless. for her other two wishes they were the typical health and happiness. but when she said happiness she had that same sad look in her eyes from earlier. it was now obvious to him how much of a front she really did put up when she was in school. most thought that she saw herself as too good the school which is why what everyone said to her just didn't seem to phase her. but no matter how much you pretended something didn't hurt it was impossible to lie to yourself. before he had a chance to respond she changed the topic and he was slightly relieved not knowing what he would have said anyways.the nicest place he had been to? since she had taken the last question seriously he thought maybe he could do the same. bitting his lip for a moment he contemplated telling her the truth, what would the harm be? "basilique de notre dame de la garde" he said slowly enunciating each word carefully. "beautiful church, you can see the whole city from there" luke added sounding distant as he spoke. he constantly use to go there with his mother when he was younger, he wasn't sure what it was about that place but she loved it. they would spend their evenings watching the sunset go down while eating the food she brought along with them. luke was still young at the time but he remembered every moment vividly. he hadn't been back since she had died and didn't plan on ever returning. "my mom was a big religion nut" he revealed with a wink. that was more honest than he had been with anyone in a long time but instead of feeling slightly relieved he just wanted to go out somewhere and get himself as wasted as possible. "how many people have you had sex with?" he asked wanting to change the topic of conversation to something much less emotional. ------------------------- 1321 WORDS WORDS WORDS it goes deeeeper and deeper c; ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

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She wasn't a doctor but her head was filled up with common sense. Then again, why would he? If his liver failed, she was sure his dad had enough money to procure him a new one. Regardless, she knew she was right and she caught a little glimpse of something on his face. Luke Moreau had this school wrapped around his little finger, students and teachers alike but she wasn't one to bend in such a manner. A quick ghost of a self-satisfied smile curved the line of her full scarlet lips. Imogen liked to win, her dad had been the same. He might think he was this clever hot-shot but she could read him like a book. "It does," she said blinking her large deeply blue eyes at him. "Shall we continue, Lucifer?" She asked with a smile. She was sure he had a nickname for her, all the boys did but for now, she was content with referring to him as the Devil. Did she care to share? No, no she did. But if she couldn't beat him, she should join him, right? "Lacy black thong," she replied, her perfectly groomed eyebrows raised as she tilted her head to the left a little, long blonde curls absently sliding over one of her slender shoulders. "It's burlesque inspired," she said, carrying on like the conversation they were having wasn't at all inappropriate. "High leg," she said, using a long index finger as she slid it along her hipbone, hoping to draw his eye downwards. "Low rise," Imogen commented, watching him closely. It was silly, having to flirt with him to distract him so she could get her presentation gone on time. "Flat black waistband that sits close to the skin for a seamless finish and snug fit. It has a small satin pink bow to the front in the centre." It was a shame she didn't have a boyfriend because when she was pushed, she could flirt her perfect little ass off. "Satisfied?" "I don't really have "a type"," Imogen said as she made air quotes with both sets of forefingers. "Sex has never really interested me," she admitted, honestly truthful. It hadn't. It might be because the sex she had had in the past was a little bit lacking in places. Did boys not understand the need for foreplay? Girls weren't like them, they weren't ready to just get going. "If I need a release, I hit the punch bags in the gym," she said as she looked to him once more. The cogs in his brain must be turning overdrive, clicking, whirling, trying to make sense of someone who doesn't really want to have sex. It must be a ridiculous idea for him to grasp. "Yeah, I suppose it's pleasurable," she said, talking frankly as she sighed. "But I also get pleasure from visiting an art gallery, looking through old photographs, eating chocolate, taking a bubble bath so I just do that instead." But no, this would only work if she played along. She sighed. In short? Her type was not the blonde boy sitting next to her. "Someone different," she settled upon. "I don't want a follower, I want a leader," the tall blonde replied. "I wouldn't mind someone with a sleeve tattoo," she said, frowning thoughtfully as she twirled a piece of hair around a bony index finger. "An intellectual equal. I hate dumbing things down for people like you," she joked, arching a slim eyebrow. "I'm sapiosexual," she finally said. The term meant that she was sexually attracted to intelligence in others. Some girls liked eyes, some liked teeth, some liked a sense of humour but Imogen? She'd fall in love if someone understood Plato. In fact, she'd probably bang in him against the nearest wall. As Luke leant in, she blinked. Her eyes flickered down to his lips before swiftly back up to his eyes. She wanted to stand her ground but she caved; too close, no bueno and she pulled back to a more socially acceptable distance. Enough. She had to laugh, there was no way her ever thought about her in that way. But she was tempted to leave her glasses on, pull her hair into a rather severe bun, done a white shirt, a skin tight pencil skirts and a pair of sky high heels, just to see if he was shitting her. "Then the sexy air stewardess would have blown your mind," she said with a hint of a smile apparent in her soft voice. "Turned my chemistry homework in late," she said as she looked over at him. "I'm a very, very good girl," she said, looking serious. Imogen wasn't really the type of girl to break the law, to be reckless and stupid, that wasn't who she was. "I sabotaged someone's job interview once," she said, nervously fiddling with her fingers. Did she regret it? A little. Was she proud of herself? …actually, yes. She felt it was justified. This girl was all hair and no brain, swanning in with her designer suit that didn't fit her properly and wearing too much make up she was surprised she could even lift her head off the desk. But Imogen wanted that job, needed that job, deserved her job. So she threw someone under the bus. C'est la vie. "What's the worst thing you've ever done?" "Yeah," she mumbled in response to her being an artist and a damned good one at that. Did he not ever wonder why sometimes she turned up at school with different coloured splotches on her hands? She often didn't sleep, staying up through the night to paint. She offered him a sarcastic smile and a roll of her eyes. "Only if you wear the Heart of the Ocean," Imogen replied with a laugh as she shook her head gently. As much as she wanted to hate him, be inexplicably mean and make his life Hell, he was making it hard to do so. He wasn't that bad. He was actually rather witty. Damn it. "And underwear," she added. "Always wear underwear." As he spoke, she watched, fascinated. The way he spoke about his city did make it seem like he missed it. He sounded nostalgic almost but she nodded along carefully; she was familiar with the church and she could see the appeal. The church was a landmark, built on the highest natural point in Marseille. She'd been once or twice and what struck her was the statue called "Passion of Christ" outside the church. The first time she'd seen it, she'd actually cried. She'd only been around the age of eleven but the attention to detail was beautiful. It was a sad subject but the sculptor worked so hard. Christ's face was in pain, exhausted as he looked up to the hooded woman who helped him. That was another thing. People didn't make her cry, art did. She smiled gently, deciding to give him a bit of a break as he spoke of his mother. She knew she'd died when he was younger and that was why he'd ended up here. "They usually are," she said with another smile. Imogen wasn't religious but she could see how believing in something, in someone could help them cope with their lives. She parted her full lips, about to tell him where her favourite place was but closed them again. He hadn't asked. And then he had to ruin it. Imogen blinked, momentarily stunned as he switched topics. Weren't they getting somewhere, hitting on something deeper? She just remembered suddenly; it was easier to keep people at arms' length, just in case. Sex, sex, sex. At the end of their time together, Mr. Clark would be told the ins and outs of his least favourite student's lovelife. Super. She hesitated, feeling embarrassed. For someone who said she didn't enjoy sex, she'd had a lot. "Four," she said eventually as she debated lying. It was probably higher than he'd imagined her number would be but she really didn't want to know his magic number and so, she coughed. "What turns you off?" Imogen asked, figuring that everything turned him on. She wanted to know so she could do them constantly and hope he'd leave her alone. 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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF it's cute how you have your nicknames for me already" he answered with a small smirk on his face (even though they were also nicknames for the devil). now it was just his turn to find something appropriate to call her. looking her over he knew that he needed the name that would aggravate her the most. "now what should i call you?" he said mostly thinking out loud to himself. he couldn't help but follow her finger when she started motioning to what she as talking about. luke had no idea if she was being serious about the type of underwear she had on but if she was he had to admit he was impressed. even though he didn't want to admit it he was expecting something boring or even worse granny panties. but with all the detail she was putting into it there was no way that she was one of those girls who didn't care what they wore under their clothes. even though most guys wouldn't be able to handle the image very well all luke did was look up at her and put the same smile back on his face. the more he talked to imogen the more she was getting interesting. a little rough around the edges sure, but who wasn't these days? "mostly, i don't think i could be truly satisfied unless i saw for myself" he replied honestly. it never interested her? that wasn't the first time he heard a girl say that but it was the first time he was actually taking her seriously. most girls just said it to explain why they had no type of sex life and to make it seem as though you'd have to work to get their attention. yet imogen was more interested in punching bags, photographs, bubbles baths, and art galleries. "so all those things are just as good as sex to you?" he asked curiously. sure you could take extreme pleasure out of some things but it was no comparison to what it felt sleeping with someone. luke also imagined that it would probably be even better if you actually had some type of feeling for the person. picking up his pen that he wasn't using very often he wrote down thinks tattoos are sexy and then looked back to her as she continued talking about what she liked. hates dumb guys like me he wrote with a smile as he kept his eyes on her. "school lost it's appeal a long time ago" luke said responding to her implying that he wasn't very intelligent. though some would be offended luke didn't really mind, he played the dumb jock role well and he planned on continuing with it until he was out of high school. being smart didn't help you get laid, girls liked to think they were smarter than you and he didn't mind pretending that they were. but some of the girls he was with he wasn't even sure should be in high school with some of the things that came out of their mouths. even so he would just smile and pretend that he agreed with what they were saying. the second he caught her looking at his lips he smirked. so that was what she was thinking about when he decided to lean in closer to her. luke wasn't surprised when she ended up moving back not able to play his game at a more physical level. regardless of the fact that him moving closer seemed to catch some attention in the class he didn't bother moving back. in fact he was tempted to close the space even more but he doubted she would stand for that. "it would, can't wait till you show me sometime" luke responded easily. "seriously?" he responded to her talking about turning her chemistry homework late. that was the most ridiculous thing he had heard but than she admitted to what she had really done. it all seemed to just come out of her while she talked about ruining a job interview. luke watched as she started to move her fingers around and he wondered if she really thought that was the worse thing she had done. compared to most people at this school she was still an angel. now it was her turn to ask him that question and it took him some time to think of the right answer. luke wasn't exactly squeaky clean as she knew but he wasn't sure what he considered his worst. "crashed the bmw my dad got me because i didn't like the color" he responded with a shrug. of course that wasn't the real reason he had done t but it was one that his dad actually accepted. then he proceeded to buy him one in the color that he wanted. when luke had crashed the car he had just been so angry at everything especially his dad. he had already lost his mother and here he was moving across the ocean to live with a dad he barely knew and for some reason he thought things would be better. luke was expecting him to make up for all the time they had lost together but instead he was met with a big house on the beach and a wallet full of credit cards. the only thing his dad was to him happened to be a bank. his step-mother on the other hand was even worse because now and then she would actually be around. but all she wanted from luke was for him to play the role of the perfect step-son for all her snooty friends. the one thing she cared about the most was her reputation and luke wasn't very good for her reputation. it didn't help that he made it his mission to sleep with every single one of her friend's daughters breaking most of their hearts in the process. that was when he really just stopped caring and turned into the person he was now. "i'll see what i can do about the necklace" he said with a chuckle. hopefully she'd settle for a fake one because even with his dad's credit cards there was no way he could ever get his hands on that. "until you start drawing me of course, that would ruin the picture" he commented on him wearing underwear. it was funny how they were having an actual conversation that didn't revolve around him hitting on her and her talking about how much she hated him and he resembled the devil in her eyes. she seemed surprised at his question not because of what he said but the time he had decided to blurt it out. he was hoping she wasn't expecting them to have an actual heart to heart especially considering that he barely knew her. his grandparents had been trying for years to get luke be honest about how he felt and they were the two people he could actually say he loved without wanting to gag. if they weren't going to get it out of him she sure wasn't going to. she had already gotten more than most but he was going to have to put a stop to that. her number was slightly higher than he had expected. she hadn't asked him his which was a relief because he had lost count a long time ago nor did he want to even know how many girls he had actually slept with. his turn-offs? that was an easy question. "bad hygiene and body hair" he responded with a slight shiver. even thinking about those made him uncomfortable. ------------------------- 1271 WORDS WORDS WORDS so many outfits for him to imagine her in!!! ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

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Horrendous. She wasn't interested in team games, she didn't like working with others but when she needed to, she could play a mean game of volleyball. She'd actually broken some girls nose when she forgot to duck. Silly cow. Cutie, hottie, sexy, all kinds of stupid names they called him. It didn't help that most of the soccer teams took their shirts off in warm weather so the girls went all a-tizzy which just left her standing there, exasperated. "Imogen is just fine, thank you," she replied primly as she offered another smile which was really just barely an upturn of the corners of her mouth. In fact, she'd even heard Luke be referred to as "Monsieur Desirable" on one occasion and she nearly threw up into the nearest trashcan. Yuck. "Yeah, I'm not going to flash you," she said breezily, turning her pretty face towards him as she tilted her head again, allowing a stray lock of hair to touch her cheek. That wasn't gonna happen. Imogen liked to wear fancy, expensive underwear and what was wrong with that? She didn't buy underwear for anyone else but her and silk and satin felt nice. She had a cousin in Paris who was a lingerie designer and because she didn't have any sisters, Imogen was the closest thing and so when she made anything new, a package showed up at her house, wrapped in pink tissue paper and with a note from Sarah. It was just nice to have fancy pants and if Luke wanted to imagine her in a particular get up then fine. "It's a shame really," she said with a melodramatic sigh as she leant back in her seat. "Because I have this really great corset. It's pink, cinched in at the waist," she said, sliding her pale hands down her curves. She didn't really flirt that much but it seemed the only way to keep him interested. "It pulls it right in and lifts the bust," she replied, her hands just skimming over her ample breasts as she did so. "It's got pearls and bows and a hook and eye fastening in the front so if you give it a good old tug, it just…pops right off," she said, eyes sparkling as she fought back a smile. "But don't be expecting a sext with it or anything." Oho! She knew he wouldn't believe her. "They're all better actually," the blonde said, perfectly truthful, amused as his tone of voice. Maybe if she'd slept with someone who really knew what they were doing she might have thought a little differently but hey-ho. "With sex you get, what? Five, ten seconds of pleasure?" She asked, flicking her big blue eyes back to Luke. "Not even that sometimes and it's a lot of hard work where as I can just walk into a gallery and find a really, really beautiful painting or watch a really good movie and I'm left feeling good all day. I'm not left laying in bed feeling annoyed and disappointed," she said with a shrug. Teenage boys didn't know what they were doing, she needed a college guy. "So I figured I wouldn't waste my time when I could spend it elsewhere, having equal amounts of fun and not exerting myself at all. I can see how that might astound you." "I don't see why," she said, genuinely intrigued by why he didn't like school. He wasn't stupid. She'd seen flashes of intelligence, even brilliance and it infuriated her to think that he was wasting his talents. Then again, they weren't friends so he didn't have to listen to her even though she knew it was right. "If you ever wanted to get to know a girl on a deeper level past learning her bra size," she drawled. "You should really embrace the fact that you've got a brain in there and start using it." With that, she extended a long index finger and gently poked the centre of his forehead twice while he stayed close to her. "You'd probably have a better time with a brainy girl," she said softly. "They're thankful for the attention. You should think about reading her Shakespeare," she said with a smirk. Picking up her pen, she wrote down persistant, almost reckless and to a fault. She shook her head. "I said I wasn't going to flash you and I stand by it." Hell, she didn't even wear a bikini to the beach, she was fully clothed at all times. "I did dress up as Princess Leia in that gold bikini one Halloween," she said with a thoughtful frown, the corners of her plump lips down turning. "I'm not sure why everyone stared." "And I told you," she said as she looked at him. "I'm a good girl." That was broadly true but she didn't tell him the time she got cautioned by the police for having a reckless night when she was fifteen and she tried a joint with some friends. Because she wasn't in possession, no charges were pressed but after she'd inhaled it, she went right ahead and threw it all up anyway. Wait. What? "You…crashed your car because your Dad bought you the wrong colour?" Imogen said, her eyes widening considerably like that was the most incredible thing she'd ever heard and she laughed, unable to stop herself. "White people problems," she said with a roll of her eyes. She'd love a BMW but no, she was stuck with Ken, her undependable beat up Jeep. "You do that," Imogen said with a snort about getting her that necklace. He wouldn't, she knew he wouldn't but that was fine because he wasn't that type of guy. Girls would kill to get a gift from Luke Moreau but he wasn't the gift giving type of guy. "Oh ha ha," the blonde said flatly but the smile that threatened to present itself sort of ruined the effect she was trying to achieve. "Oh hey," she said as she looked at him, her eyes bright. "If I ended up drawing a naked picture, which I'm not," she added tersely, pointing a finger of warning at him. "I could sell it to the girls you haven't deemed worthy of bonking and make a friggin' fortune." Swiftly, she wrote down doesn't dig hairy chicks on her paper. It was shame though, she wouldn't allow a lapse in personal hygiene. It was silly. Luke didn't find her remotely attractive so why was she thinking about that? He'd been here for months and this was the first and only time he'd ever spoken to her. She needed to stop. Imogen usually waxed everything; arms, legs, underarms. Her skin was warm and smooth to the touch and she smelt faintly of her orange blossom shampoo. She was actually very well groomed. He hadn't asked what her turn offs were which was good because she had more turn offs than turn ons. She was just uber picky, unlike her partner there next to her. Anyway! There was no need to dwell on whether or not she was sexually attractive. "If you could be invisible, where would you go and what would you go?" Visit the girls' locker room probably. 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[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 1279
music[/color] "Pushing The Senses" - Feeder
notes[/color] omglololol xD oh! and! in case he was wondering, she was describing this corset and she does own it D:[/style]

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF "that would be rude, i need something equally as fitting for you" he said pondering the possibilities. "i was hoping for more than just a flash" he confessed with a shrug. luke was hoping for something along the lines as a show at her place, now that would be much more filling than her just flashing him. though if she did he would admit it he'd never let her live it down. luke began to shake his head slightly as she began to describing a corset that she had. her fingers even tracing imaginary lines of where it would be to help with the image. then when she was done describing it she looked over at him reminding him that he wasn't going to get to see it. "do you enjoy making guys imagine what you have underneath your clothes?" better than sex? "if five or ten seconds is all you're getting you've obliviously been having sex with the wrong guys" luke responded with a small chuckle. he listened as she explained how a movie or painting could leave her feeling good all day instead of annoyed and disappointed. he was confused with the latter wondering why she'd feel that way after having sex. luke understood why he felt that way now and then but who was she having sex with that left her disappointed? her whole idea about sex just confused him and made absolutely no sense. "it does, but i'm sure after one night i can show you that you're wrong about it all" luke responded with a smirk. he wondered why she found it surprising he didn't like school. what was the point of it all? all he was learning was information that a group of people thought for some reason would be useful to him in the future. none of what he was learning was going to help him in the real world so he just decided not to bother. he kept his grades high enough that he could play soccer and that his dad wouldn't find some excuse to act as though he cared. luke was pretty sure if he came home with a bad grade that his dad happened to see he would just visit the principal and then all of a sudden that grade would somehow be higher. "what's the point of school? i could care less about what we're learning" he responded wondering what her reason for liking school so much was. it would be interesting to hear her response. "i use it to get what i want" he responded with a smile as she started poking his forehead. "are you implying that if i read you shakespeare you would be more interested in having sex with me," he asked leaning in a little more. "you are the worst tease" luke responded with a roll of his eyes. there was no way she could not know that talking about her underwear and sexy costumes she wore had a toll on guys. even luke who really wasn't turned on very easily was starting to get frustrated. "where's the most interesting place you've had sex?", luke questioned hoping that she would say something that wasn't the boring bedroom. a good girl? that was a new one. all girls said they were good but if you pushed and prodded a little you always found what they were hiding. he didn't think imogen was any different there had to be something behind that scary front she put up. "so you've never had alcohol or drugs?" he asked making sure that he was understanding her correctly. if she said yes to either than she had already broken the law and that whole good girl thing was gone forever. her eyes widened in shock at the news about him crashing the car and he hadn't expected her to start laughing so much. honestly he thought that she was going to lecture and yell at him about wasting money but instead she actually thought that it was funny. she thought it was so funny that she just kept laughing at it. he was glad that she was smiling more instead of giving him that 'i hate you, i hope you die' type of look. she was going to be tough to break but hopefully by the end of this they could actually have some type of casual conversation. "it's a win-win situation for you really" luke told her with a nod. "you get all of this, and you get to make money off of your drawing" he added motioning to himself. the question about being invisible he hadn't expected so he had to actually sit there for a moment and think about it. most of the time if luke wanted to go somewhere he'd just go not really caring what other people thought about it. "i honestly have no idea" he told her as he continued to think about it. "there's really nowhere i want to go that badly", luke added with a shrug. "what about you?" ------------------------- 838 WORDS WORDS WORDS sorry my muse has been dead lately! imogen is the biggest tease eva D< ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]it's just a matter of time.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] Aha! Equally as fitting? Did he admit he was the very personification of Beelzebub? She did have a point. Luke drank, Luke fornicated, Luke didn't apply himself. The Devil makes work for idle hands after all. "I'm not going to give you any ammunition," Imogen replied, sounding amused as she fought a smile. Her big deeply blue eyes flicked back to the front of the class, just in case Mr. Clarke found another excuse to pick on her. She didn't know why. She made a conscious effort to not be as much of a smart ass in his class. "Yeah well I bet you hope for a lot of things," the blonde said as she avoided his gaze. Deep down, there was really only one reason why she was so against sleeping with him and that was because she was scared. Imogen had a carefully constructed front that she'd built over the years, it kept everyone out and it kept herself safe. Luke Moreau would be the very worst person to let in. She was experienced enough to know what she was meant to be doing with him but no. "You only want what you can't have," she eventually said. She wasn't Desiree Sinclair. She had brains to back up her looks. Did she enjoy making guys imagine what she had underneath her clothes? She turned to look at him. "No," she said, totally deadpan as her eyes widened to convey mock shock. "I just enjoy making you squirm. It's character building." "You think?" She said flatly before snorting, sending golden blonde locks flying about her face. "It's really nice for you to offer," Imogen said, keeping her eyes locked forward. "But like I said, I'm really not interested in sex. I don't think I ever was. I only did it because everyone else was when I was in my dying-to-fit-in phase," she said with an eye roll. "And then I realised, I didn't want to be a sheep. I'm an individual. So after that, I haven't really looked back since," she concluded truthfully. Imogen didn't know if she was good in bed, no one had ever told her. Maybe she was just difficult. Maybe Luke was right, maybe she had been sleeping with the wrong guys. Instead of responding to his comment about spending a night with him, she simply offered a sarcastic smile and let the subject die. She said no and she meant no. She sighed heavily. "The point of school is to enrich your life," she said patiently as though she was explaining it to a toddler. "To help you learn things that will help you. It makes you more marketable and grow as a person. Unlike some people," she said, acid positively dripping off the words, "I don't want to rely on good looks or money and I want to forge my way in this world with my intellect. I plan on going to college, getting the Hell out of this town and doing something worthwhile. Yeah, I don't particularly enjoy school," she said as the corners of her full lips downturned to form a little frown. "I get bullied and shoved into lockers on a daily basis. The people are odious and the food is atrocious but pain is temporary and I'm kept going with the knowledge that in five years' time, I'm going to be Desiree Sinclair's boss. I get something out of it so it's not pointless for me." As Luke leant in, Imogen sat perfectly still, her posture stiffening a little because she didn't like him being so close to her. She didn't like anyone being so close to her but she simply arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. Turning in her seat, she repaid the favour as she leant into him a little bit more, as though they were friends sharing a secret. "That depends entirely on what quote you choose to woo me with," she said with a smile. It better not be Romeo and Juliet. Imogen was very much a Macbeth kinda girl. "I'm not a tease," she said with cheerful smile. "I'm just a reminder of what you can't have. It's good for you. You need to know that not all girls fall like dominoes in your vicinity. Why?" Imogen asked, eyes sparkling. "Am I making you uncomfortable? I bet if it was any other girl, you'd have her pressed up against a locker and you'd have your tongue down the back of her throat, wouldn't you?" She asked with a smile. "Sex is a weapon, Moreau," she purred, tilting her head to the left a little, curiously. "And I'm a General." She paused to think. "The…foot of the bed?" The blonde offered as she shrugged her shoulders. Unlike him, she wasn't really that sexually confident and the stories she'd heard about him could make even her blush. Apparently, he'd had sex in the Principle's office. "An elevator," she said. "You can jam the doors and wait for assistance. It's more of a quickie, really," she said with a smile. "Or a pool table," she said with a thoughtful frown. "Balls flying everywhere." "No and no," she said with a smile. Imogen didn't drink and she didn't smoke but he could probably tell she wasn't being all that truthful. She had tried alcohol and she had tried drugs but once so that didn't really count. "And before you ask, no. I haven't been arrested, I haven't gotten into a bar fight and I haven't stolen a car. Does that surprise you somehow?" She asked as she blinked slowly, her long sooty eyelashes fluttering. "If so, you've been having sex with the wrong girls. I told you. I don't break the rules. I like rules." Again, she had to laugh against her better judgement. Was he purposefully being so funny? Or was he just so deluded that everything he did came across as hysterically funny? "I don't even know you," Imogen said as she laughed again. The hilarity of the situation was just getting too much! "This is the first time you've ever spoken to me and you choose to use that conversation to try and get me into bed? You're funny," she said as she condescendingly patted the arm he had closest to her. "I'd at least appreciate a little bit of wooing. A cup of coffee or something," she said with a roll of her eyes. Boys! "And I still don't have The Heart of the Ocean. It's a deal breaker." "Oh that's easy," Imogen said as she nodded. "The Louvre after dark," she said like it was something anyone would do. "I'd love to get close to the Mona Lisa and not have to stand behind a barrier and behind a flock of tourists. I'd like to get close enough to touch "Psyche Revived By Cupid's Kiss" by Antonio Canova. I'd love to just…walk around, you know?" He didn't know. "Take my time, get deeply immersed and just lose myself. It's just a fantasy of mine," she said with a soft smile. "Maybe de-pants the President when he's on TV," she said with a chuckle. Biting her lip, she looked at him again, pen poised to write again. "If you could change one thing about you, what would it be?" Imogen asked, genuinely interested to see if he thought himself to be perfect. "What's your sign?" She asked, her scarlet lips pulling into a smile. Astrology was bullshit but it was still handy to know. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] like sparks SETTING ME OFF "you've already given me plenty of ammunition" he promised her with a nod. whatever nickname he gave her he knew she was going to hate so he didn't bother trying to pick one that she would go along with. "i'm a hopeful guy" luke responded with a shrug knowing that it was far from the truth. he went after what he wanted and worked on it until he got it in the end. luke didn't spend time hoping that things were just going to get better or change all of a sudden. life wasn't fair and the earlier you figured that out the easier it was for you to go on with life. "it's more fulfilling when i get in the end he teased with a grin. was her answer really no? there was no way she couldn't be enjoying this right now."you're going to have to try harder if you really want to see me squirm" he told her with a shrug. a dying to fit in phase? it was hard to imagine imogen as one of those girls who did everything in their power to get a little bit of that popularity. they were willing to do whatever it took and it was rather sad. most girls thought that if they spent the night with him somehow his popularity would rub off on them or he'd fall in love and help them up the social ladder. but all those girls got was one fun night and an occasional smile in the hall way. it took all of his effort not to roll his eyes when she talked about how school was supposed to enrich his life. learning about logarithmic functions and shakespeare didn't feel very enriching. you lived life knowing that you could die at any moment and instead of wasting his time in class he was going to do whatever he felt like doing. at least he could life his life doing what he wanted until he reached the end of it. she of course was talking about him when she talked about relying on good looks and money to get you by. but then her little speak took a turn when she talked about how much she hated school. luke normally didn't notice bullying mostly because he was always busy with his next target but he wasn't a fan of it. "seeing you order des around would be hilarious" he commented attempting to lighten the mood away from her painful time in school. he noticed her tense up but didn't move anyway curious how far he could push her. luke was surprised when she instead leaned in even closer to him and he couldn't help but smirk for a moment. "i'll make sure i choose very carefully" he told her with a wink. all he could really do was shrug in agreement, if she was any other girl they probably would have been making out by now. "a challenge now and then only makes the game even more fun" he responded with a smile. a general? well she could be his general any day she wanted that was for sure. "welcome to the game imogen" he responded as a smirk started to form on his face. luke saw everything as just one big game and now imogen was adding her pieces into the bunch which was just going to make things much more interesting. unfortunately for her there was no way he was going to lose. he gave her a bored expression when her answer was just the bed. of course everyone has had sex on the bed, there was no way that was the most interesting place. especially for a girl who was constantly wearing different types of costumes for her boyfriends there had to be a story hidden somewhere. but then she changed her answer to an elevator, he was curious what building this elevator was in but he decided not to push it. instead of leaving it at that she changed it once again to a pool table. imogen on a pool table? as soon as she mentioned all the pool balls he couldn't help but chuckle at her frown. "you're much more fun than you put off" he commented mostly to himself. "interesting" he said simply leaving it at that. he had yet to meet a girl who had never tried either alcohol or drugs before. though she was right the type of girls he normally hung around with weren't really sticklers for rules. if they heard most of this conversation he knew they wouldn't believe most of the things that were coming out of her mouth. if only they realized that not everyone followed their priority list. "it's kind of surprising" he confessed honestly with a shrug. "isn't this what you expected when we got paired together?" luke questioned unfazed by her laughter. it was just known that if you were a pretty girl that luke moreau was going to happen to get you in bed. that was his reputation and he was living up to it for the fun of it. even though most girls expected it they still never understood how to handle him. they either cam in with the mindset of saying no and somehow changed their mind or they came in wanting to say but played hard to get. "let's get a cup of coffee after-school" he said with a smile. luke watched her expression carefully while she talked about wanting to get close to paintings and just lose herself. he was afraid if she ever really did get the chance to become invisible she would seek out to ruin his reputation. that was something he knew would definitely happen if she got the chance. some of her questions required answers that were personal and actually somewhat serious which didn't work for luke. as far as everyone was concerned they knew everything there was to know about him and that was the way he liked it. he wasn't a fan of people actually trying to get to know more than they needed to. "i'd like to be an inch or two taller, six foot three just has a nice ring to it" he offered with a nod. he knew that wasn't type of answer she wanted but that was all she was going to get out of him. "what would you change about yourself?" he questioned wondering if she would actually take it seriously. it wasn't as though he could be upset if she didn't considering the responses he was giving her. "capricorn" luke responded wondering if she was one of those girls who lived their lives through their sign and horoscope. he didn't see it with her but she was constantly surprising him so he tried not to prejudge her answers. "is this the part where you tell me our signs aren't compatible?" he asked amused. ------------------------- 1151 WORDS WORDS WORDS UGH SORRY ITS TAKEN ME FOREVER AND THIS REPLY SUCKS :( ---------------- CREDIT

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

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Once he graduated (ahaha, if he graduated) people were going to forget all about him. What was he going to do when no one knew his name? He'd probably fornicate well into his eighties. He wouldn't have kids, he wouldn't get married, he wouldn't settle down, he wouldn't find love. "I'm biding my time," the blonde said primly, her slender nimble fingers delicately smoothing down her black form fitting school regulation polo shirt, absently plucking off bits of imaginary fluff from her shoulders. It wasn't like she was going out of her way to destroy Luke. So far, he hadn't given her any reason to. She wasn't sadistic enough to cause him any pain. "There will be a chink in that armour," she purred, placing an elbow on her desk and resting her chin in her upturned palm. "You can't be Peter Perfect all the time," she purred, fixing him with a suspicious stare. "You must have some deep, dark secret like those rubbish horror movies," she said, flipping her other hand through the air nonchalantly. "I bet you have a sex dungeon or something," she said with a slow grin. "Shall I start calling you Mr. Grey?" So often, Imogen went from a cheerful high to a crushing low. Her eyes were on her desk, feeling uncomfortable that she'd let slip so much so soon. She didn't think that Luke would use that information against her, what could he have to gain by putting her down? But there were other people in that classroom. Manchester Prep had eyes and ears everywhere and she didn't want her private life to be exploited. Still avoiding his gaze, her plump scarlet lips tugged up and into a smile. Weak, brittle but still a smile. "Yeah I'm sure that'd go down a treat," she said with a roll of her large, expressive eyes. "I'm fairly certain she'd be secretly plotting my death," she mused before she frowned thoughtfully as though something caught her attention. She wasn't smart enough to plan a murder. Secretly, she thought that Desiree and Luke would making a sparkling couple. Both beautiful, both rich, both self-serving, like two peas in a pod. "I'll wait with bated breath," Imogen said with an eye roll and a shake of her head, golden blonde locks shimmering in the morning sun. She was actually looking forward to if Luke picked her out a quote. Game? She looked startled. "I am not a game," she said tersely, looking mildly affronted as her posture stiffened. "This --" she said, flicking an index finger between both of their chests, "Is not a game. It's offensive to women to be referred to as a game. I'm not some prize to be won," she said, her accent clipped and her tone a little steely. "Consolation prize or not," she said, referring to the fact that she thought herself as more of a runner up when it came to looks and style. Thoroughly nettled, Imogen closed the gap swiftly, a faint scent of her orange blossom shampoo wafting through the air. Their noses were less than an inch apart, trying to show him that she was not intimidated. "I will crush you," she whispered, referring to his little "game". Her breath still smelt of whatever toothpaste she'd used that morning, her French perfume lingering on the collar of her shirt. Yup. This was war. Emotional warfare. Unlucky for Luke, she'd decimated better men than him before. Flashing him a neat smile, it amused her how he must think of her as his prey. Fun? "Of course I'm fun," she said, pulling back as she tucked a lock of hair behind her left ear. "I'm a hoot," she said, not believing her own words at all. "Why?" She asked, suddenly interested as her eyes glittered in the sun as she tilted her head. "What were you expecting of me?" Imogen asked, intrigued. "Never judge a book, Monsieur Moreau," she cooed with a soft tut and another shake of her head. Still waters ran deep and Imogen was a Mariana Trench. She loved to break stereotypes. "Did you think I just sat around all day doing nothing and have a large collection of cat sweaters or something?" Probably. "Yes and no," she commented non-committally. She had to admit, he wasn't that bad but the coffee remark stunned her. Unable to help herself, she laughed again. It was a genuine bark of laughter and she folded her lips together in an effort to stop herself. "Coffee," Imogen echoed, a perfectly groomed eyebrow arched in question. Oh la-di-da, a coffee date with Luke Moreau! Her mother would be thrilled. Gah. Did she want to? No. There was an episode of Planet Earth on the National Geographic channel at six o'clock tonight. "You want to grab a cup of coffee with me?" Confused, she surveyed him again. It was painfully clear that she'd never been asked out for a coffee date before and she had to remind herself that it wasn't actually a date. For once, she was speechless. Imogen often frequented coffee shops. They were often filled with artists and poets, brooding men that she was so inexplicably attracted to. It just felt…nice. She might consider going if she got to pick the coffee house. "I drink tea," she answered truthfully with another smile and a shrug. "Sorry." God, was he ever serious? "I was kind of hoping you'd say that you'd change your odious personality or perhaps your deranged outlook on life." As he mentioned adding inches to his height, Imogen's eyes dropped a little to focus on his crotch that he had hidden under the desk as though to say I bet you could benefit from some extra inches somewhere else. "Bigger tits?" The blonde said with a shug, looking down at her chest as she pushed them together with her arms, effectively boosting her cleavage. "I'd like to be smarter," she finally admitted. "Sexier, faster, stronger." Less lonely. Capricorn, he'd said. Picking up her pen, she wrote down mood swings, unhappy, jealous, unemotional, persevering, prone to depression? Imogen laughed. "The opposite," she said as she looked at him again. "According to the Zodiac, we're replicas of each other." They might be which was why they didn't really get on. "A perfect match," she said with a snort. It was alarming. If she believed in all that stuff, she and Luke were supposed to have an unbreakable bond. "We're supposedly deeply erotic. The sex is supposed to apparently be mindblowing," she mused more to herself before she laughed again. "Good thing zodiac signs are bullshit." "Green!" Mr. Clark barked as he heard her swear, causing her to jump again with a squeak as she stared at her, causing her to scowl deeply at her teacher. Arsehole. "I'm a Virgo," she explained, trying to get away from the fact that she'd effectively just told them that if they ever had sex, according to the stars, it'd be the best they'd ever had. Was class over yet? 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[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 1233
music[/color] "Showdown" - E. L. O
notes[/color] WHAT. omg he's perfect, he's so funny xD <3[/style]

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