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[kaleb]

It‘s Not The Reason You Don‘t
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Kaleb pushed back the covers and slid silently out of bed. He stretched his arms, reaching them high into the air. He gave it a moment before his eyes adjusted to the light, and as soon as they had, his eyes found the window, and widened as they took in the amount of rain falling outside. Typical, the first Saturday that he had where he could be work free, and it was raining! Of course, because of Hogwarts location, and the season that they were experiencing at the moment rain was to be expected! But Kale had been hopeful for some sun, only to be disappointed. Kale didn’t mind the rain, if he was stuck inside working! On days which could be better spent outside, he hated it, as he was cooped up within the stone walls.

He pulled off his pyjama bottoms and slid into his jeans. He noticed how cold it was as he pulled his brown top over his head. He shivered, and as if automatically, his hands moved to the trunk where his jacket was hanging over the side of it. He pulled his arms into it and embraced the warmth. Kale rooted around in his trunk for a moment until he found his converse. If muggle born were good at something it was designing clothes and shoes! The converse were his favourite pair, and they had the neon blue laces in to add a little to the outfit that made people look twice. Although his amazing face was the perfect accessory for that reaction!

Kaleb slipped his feet into his shoes, and checked himself in the mirror. He did a little something with his hair, but it looked messy, windswept, and that look was exactly what he, and many girls at Hogwarts liked! He grabbed his wand and stuffed it into his jeans pocket before wandering down the stairs and into the common room. Slytherin common room was one of the coldest in the castle, as it was in the dungeons! Okay, the fire helped a little but it was a lot colder than the other common rooms! There weren’t many people about so he took the chair next to the fire and stretched his hands toward the flames a little, to warm himself up.

He wondered idly where all the hot chicks were, and if any of them would be in a flirty mood, as the weather dramatically effected people’s moods, and it may depress them a little so that they wouldn’t be happy to flit with him. If they were, he’d just have to cheer them up! He glanced around, not seeing anyone he’d been with before, which was a surprise, although, he did tend to pick people from other houses, so he didn’t have to see them daily when he walked away when he was done with them.

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Personally, it was starting to feel that the weather was teasing her. Whenever she ventured outside, it seemed to be particularly horrible. When she was inside, just an hour ago, the weather, well it hadn’t been nice or appealing, but it had looked a lot better than the conditions she was stepping out of. Her current temper was short indeed,at the moment, and as she stepped briskly through the castle corridors, she neglected to look anywhere or at anyone other than the doorways in front of her. She wasn’t best pleased and felt it a better idea to avoid people who would annoy her, for the time being anyway. She wasn’t in the mood to have to deal with difficult people. Well, that was a controversial statement. Some people might claim that she was never in the right mood to deal with awkward people, despite going out of her way to make things as difficult as possible for others. She dismissed these claims as soon as she heard them. Whoever heard of something so ridiculous? Anyone would think they believed she didn’t like people…

Still considerably wet, from the substantial amount of raindrops that had chosen to stalk her in the castle grounds, she approached the Slytherin common room, ignoring strange glances from the passing students. Grabbing her fair hair at one end, she squeezed the majority of the moisture out, leaving an impressively sized puddle next to the doorway. Glaring at it, as though it was directly responsible for ruining her morning, she stepped into the midst of the room. It was now that she was starting to realise, from the amount of rainwater that had been occupying her hair, that she wasn’t going to be about to get rid of this wet appearance. It was just as well then that there was nobody else around that she cared about. Dripping small particles of water onto the floor as she walked, she removed her shoes and ventured towards the fireplace. Only to find something else that was determined to make her day hell.

Of course, her natural reaction to this was to glare. Increasingly hard. Maybe she hoped that the other student would get the message and move out of her way. Why was he always around? And only he would be the person to be around when she looked as pathetic as this. Still glaring, she moved towards the armchair that he was sat in. ”Well, if it isn’t Hogwarts' Casanova himself,”

[/color] she commented, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she addressed. She didn’t bother with any further type of civilities, instead preferring to make things as simple as possible and make her demands of this situation. She didn’t have the time for his stupid remarks. ”Move”[/color] she demanded, pointing to the armchair that he was currently sat in, and the armchair that she wanted. ”That chair belongs to me. Go.”[/color] She paused, thinking over her last sentence. ”In fact, if you would be as kind as to move altogether. Nobody wants you here. Go scare someone else.”[/color][/size]

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[kaleb]

It‘s Not The Reason You Don‘t
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Kaleb sighed and let his eyes wander around the room. He wondered where all the hotties where, they had to be hiding somewhere! But his boredom was stopped in its tracks when the princess herself walked in. Jaslene Malfoy was hot. But she was also the daughter of the headmistress and her husband, Draco Malfoy. She was off limits, but he didn’t care. He could have some fun as long as daddy and momma didn’t find out! He smirked as she walked over to him. ” A simple hello would have sufficed, but thank you for reminding me that I have a reputation to uphold!” He said with a wink. He laughed cruelly when he heard her command. As that was exactly what it was! Not a suggestion, not a request, but a straightforward command. And a command that Kaleb was choosing to ignore! ”No darling, it’s called a chair! As the daughter of the headmistress, I’d think you would have known that though!”

[/color] He said, beginning to laugh again. Oh this would be interesting!

When she persisted Kaleb purposefully got himself more comfortable than before. ”You know what? I don’t see your name on it. And although your mother may rule the castle, sweetheart, it doesn’t mean that you rule me. But you’re welcome to sit your pretty self down in my lap if you like!”[/color] He said with another wink. He doubted that she’d give in that easy, but then he wouldn’t mind, he liked a challenge! ”Well, if no one wants me here, then why did I manage to gain that reputation that you so kindly brought up not a few moments ago? Surely someone should want my presence, considering I have a trail of girls falling at my feet!”[/color] He said with a smirk. He did have a few girls falling at his feet, that part was true,. But they didn’t interest him, as they were willing, and Kaleb loved a challenge! Someone said to him once, that you never value what you don’t work for, and that went for girls company too!
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Even as she watched his reactions, she could feel her blood boiling. She had never really understood that saying. She could feel something though. It was as though a mere look in her direction was enough to provoke an unwanted response. Hate seemed to radiate from her body, what was it about him that caused this? Nobody else seemed to have this “talent” for annoying her. There were a lot of irritating people around Hogwarts, but something about this particular boy was more extreme. Her frequent company often took the risk of suggesting that there might be a more obvious reason. To which she overreacted, as she did to all of his behaviour towards her. In fact to say she overreacted, was to understate her actual reaction. She tended to scream. Increasingly loud. They were ridiculous suggestions. How dare they even feel the need to confirm whether or not it was true? Surely it was blatant, as her hair colour, that she despised this boy with all of her mind and soul. To say otherwise was preposterous.

Eyes narrowing as she focused on the figure of the other Slytherin in the room, she couldn’t help but feel the need to respond. “I don’t address anyone with a simple ‘hello’,”

[/color] she replied, coldly. The lack of friendliness, lack of warmth fell into her next statement also. “But, if you want simple, by all means, Garcia, I’ll do that for you. I should have remembered that your brain only can comprehend simple concepts.. Perhaps a simple ‘get the hell out of my chair would be sufficient?”[/color] All said in the same expressionless tone as he used during one point in the conversation (if one could call it a conversation). She wasn’t going to inflict expression or emotion into her voice, other than pure anger. There was something about him that forced her to need, to want, to retort to his comments with her own sharp tongue. It might have sounded weird, but she couldn’t actually pull herself away. She needed to win. But, perhaps the main problem with this was that she got the feeling that he also shared this perspective.

His next comment caught her by surprise. Despite her original plan of attack, to avoid all signs of other emotions, she couldn’t prevent her face turning into a surprised look. She hadn’t understood that. But she wasn’t about to admit it. Besides, what was the point? She had no doubt that he would have picked up on that sudden change in expression immediately. And probably know why. There was no hiding surprise like that. Instead, she attempted to turn it into a sentence, again said in the some scathing voice. “What are you talking about? I’m well aware that that happens to be a chair. One which we have already established belongs to me.”[/color] Sometimes, she did wonder why she rose to his taunts so often. But more often, she found herself wondering why he seemed to live to torment her. He evidently enjoyed playing with her. Quite a dangerous position to find himself in.

It probably wasn’t true at all, that everything he was doing at this current moment was to irritate her as much as humanly possible. But to her, it seemed that way. Even as she demanded to be presented with ‘her’ chair, he had resorted to thwart her from claiming the chair back. And it must have been simply because she wanted that particular chair. She was certain that had anyone else walked past, he would have considered moving aside. He probably had no interest in where he sat. It was because she wanted that chair that he had evidently decided that he also desired this exact same piece of furniture. She rolled her eyes, almost instantly, after his suggestion. “As if I would resort to that!”[/color] she exclaimed, as though the very idea appalled her. "I'd rather sit on the floor."[/color] He might be used to girls falling at his feet, she couldn’t deny that it was true. “Who knows?”[/color] she replied, as thought the question, and the whole conversation bored her. “Girls around here can be a bit weird. Maybe they’re stupid, or desperate?”[/color] she proposed, smiling sweetly, with the emphasis on the last word. [/size]

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[kaleb]

It‘s Not The Reason You Don‘t
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Kaleb’s lips pulled into the daring but yet completely attractive smirk that got most of the girls fawning at his feet. He could tell that he was getting to her, it was plainly obvious from the look in her eyes. It dawned on Kaleb that he tended to get on her nerves unbelievably easy! He wondered whether this was because she genuinely just hated him, or whether there was some other underlying reason that would eventually bubble to the surface. Girls liked him, yes, it was something he’d grown accustom to. But to have the daughter of the headmistress lusting after him, well that would be a first! But he could only speculate, and maybe spread some rumours, gauge her reaction, and it’d probably annoy her greatly! Added plus! All he’d have to do is mention something in an off comment and it’d spread like wildfire!

His smirk grew as he picked up on the icy tones of her voice. “Well then, I’d answer with an equally simple ‘no’ so that you of brain capacity that is oh so close to mine can understand it. Or would you prefer I simplify it further by reducing it to shaking my head to signify the answer previously mentioned?” He said, his smirk still evident on his face. He’d thrown in all the big and complex words that he could so that he’d prove that his mind was perfectly fine. In fact, Kaleb was a very smart guy! He just played it dumb, because most girls disliked the dorky smart kid, and much preferred the charming, sexy, bad boy that he presented to the world.

Kaleb laughed aloud when she persisted that the chair belonged to her. ”Well sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I don’t see your name on it. But I tell you what, petal, prove that the chair’s yours and I’ll let you have it, what do you say?”

[/color] If she could find a way to prove that it was ‘hers’, then he would gladly give it up, and sit on the arm of it and bug her instead! And he’d be surprised if she could prove it was hers because he could think of no logical way to do so! When she protested the use of his lap as her new chair, he raised his eyebrows and smirked again, looking sceptically at her.

He was having too much fun to give up on messing with her now! ” Well that’s brilliant, because if you sit on the floor, you won’t mind me staying in this unbelievably comfortable chair!”[/color] Kaleb said with a wink. He paused for a second then laughed about her comment about weirdness. ” you do realise, love, that you just called yourself weird? Because just a moment ago you were ready to sit at my feet! And sitting is one step away from throwing, if you think about it!”[/color] He said with a laugh. He just hoped he wouldn’t end up in detention for messing with her like this![/color][/size][/blockquote]

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It would be completely wrong, yes, to move slightly more towards him so that she could hit him as hard as possible? Of course she knew this would be an unacceptable reaction to mere comments made in her direction. But with these few comments, he managed to annoy her more each time. She would so like to be able to just hit him. Maybe he’d shut up then. But most likely, he’d be a bit stunned and then move on to attempt to aggravate her even more. And if these statements were already getting to her, in this manner, she didn’t want to imagine what his ‘best’ lines were. Although she was well aware that beating other students was wrong, she couldn’t manage to put this… unsatisfactory desire to the back of her mind. It was just so strong; with every smirk he gave her. Other girls, strike that, the majority of girls, might be attracted to egotistical looks like that, but she was certainly not.

All he was achieving, if anything, was a further increase in her emotions. Angry feelings, that was. It seemed he was aware of her heightened sense of anger. Who knew how he had picked it up? It could have been through her sharp tone, her look of contempt, her body language, and numerous other things. But then, given all of those things contributing to her reactions and attitude, he would have to have been completely ignorant, or stupid, to miss her behaviour. Perhaps he wasn’t as dense as she had previously deemed, there were obviously some signs of life in that self-obsessed mind. “How can you even claim that we share the same brain capacity?”

[/color] she scoffed at his statement about them sharing the same intelligence. “I am ultimately more intelligent than you could ever hope to be!”[/color] Despite appearances, Jaslene took a pride in her intelligence inherited, of course (to a certain extent), from her dear mother.

Why did he insist on refusing her the comfort of that simple chair? He wasn’t getting anything out of it, other than the satisfaction from frustrating her. It was obvious that she was going to need a new tactic, other than simply demanding that he gave the chair to her. She frowned at his next response, “How am I supposed to prove that!”[/color] she asked, her voice rising ever so, in volume. "Besides, I have nothing to prove to you"[/color] She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need proof. Everyone knows this is my chair. All of the other students in this school are wise enough to know to leave my chair alone. The whole world accepts this, except you, Garcia. Want to explain why this is?”[/color] An afterthought came to her in these few seconds of silence, which she felt the need to add. “And do us both a favour, and drop the ridiculous terms of affection. There’s no warmth here and there never will be.”[/color] For some reason, she hated people calling her stuff like ‘sweetheart’. It was deeply patronising. But now she’d voiced that, he wouldn’t give that up either. Damn.

“I didn’t say that.”[/color] She argued, her voice becoming sharper, and therefore small dots of pink appeared in her cheeks. She shook her head, attempting to rid herself of the revealing colour. “How about you sit on the floor, outside of the castle grounds, and I’ll stay here, in my chair?”[/color] Was it actually possible that this boy knew everything that really annoyed her? Because if he didn’t, he had an unbelievable talent for guessing what really irritated other people. She really wanted for this to be false. She didn’t like the idea of Kaleb Garcia knowing her better than most of the student population. He didn’t deserve to know her. All he ever did was hurt people. “And I didn’t say that I was weird either.”[/color] Glaring, somewhat, she flicked her long hair behind her, turning her body away from him. If she wasn’t about to sit in her own chair anytime soon, she’d at least have the satisfaction of not allowing him to see how his attitude was affecting her. [/size]

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[kaleb]

It‘s Not The Reason You Don‘t
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Kale smirked. It was plainly obvious that he was getting on her nerves, as it was written undeniably all over her face! ”Oh of course, I do apologise for the mix up, My brain capacity is a lot more advanced than yours, do forgive me for raising your hopes” Kaleb said laughing. He knew that insulting her brain power was one of those things that got her angry and so he wasn’t giving up! He also guessed that comparing himself to her would annoy her even more so! “you know sweet thing, We’re not so different, you and I! Your good at quick comments like me, you’re funny, like me, and your nice to look at…okay, I’m amazing to look at, but two out of three isn’t bad!”

[/color] He said with a wink. She was getting worked up. That was evident in the expressions on her face and the increasing tone and volume of her sugary sweet voice. ” Calm yourself, dear! I don’t accept your possession of this chair because my dear, I am the one sitting in it! And you have so kindly given up this chair and proclaimed that you should sit on the floor, leaving the chair free for me to use!”[/color] He said smugly. Everything she said he was going to use to the best of his advantage, and the proclamation that she’d rather sit on the floor would haunt her like hell!

When she mentioned his terms that he was calling her he smirked. She’d just confirmed that the names he’d been calling her like dear or sweetheart were getting on her nerves, so he would never stop using them now! Yes, he’d been using these terms with the aim and the hope of provoking the feelings that they did. Those feelings were one of two things. One; she disliked the terms because she hated him with a passion. Or two; a much more complex reason, that she liked the way him calling her that made her feel, it was revealing different emotions than hate toward Kaleb, and that was why she hated the use of them. Either way, they annoyed her, and that amused Kaleb! ”Well, love, I am crushed! But I know that you didn’t mean that and what you infact meant to say was ‘I love it when you call me those words, it warms my heart!’ therefore, I shall not stop in the interests of making you happy!”[.color] He said, his smirk playing on his lips.

Kaleb smirked. She was now suggesting that he not only vacated his chair, but the castle too, and instead take a seat out on the cold grass. ”Here’s the deal, sweetness, if you can apologise for insulting my brain power and truly mean it, and also give me a peck on the cheek to seal the deal, then I will leave the common room and you can have your chair back! What do you say, my love?”[/color] He said, a false, sweet smile on his lips. He doubted that she’d be able to stomach getting close enough to kiss him let, alone admit defeat and apologise for something that he’d done in return anyway! ”No of course your not weird, lovely, your too pretty to be weird!”[/color] He said with a smirk. She’d hate being called pretty by him, he was damned sure of it!
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Couldn’t he find it in his heart to be nice to her? She was certain this was all for her benefit. She hadn’t witnessed this annoying behaviour being used on the rest of the masses. Surely he knew that attempting to irritate a girl wasn’t the best strategy to get them to like you? Perhaps he was simply too arrogant to examine his attitude towards others. It occurred to her that other people occasionally said this same thing about her. She shook her head, as though arguing with her own thoughts. There were no similarities between them. The very thought was insane. She wasn’t as arrogant, she certainly wasn’t as annoying as he was and she definitely wasn’t as stubborn as he was being. Did he not think about the limits he was pushing? She could only take so much. If he didn’t shut up, she’d resort to hitting him, without a second thought. Even as it came to her, the thought didn’t make her feel guilty. It was easily explained. He deserved it.

“Your brain capacity?”

[/color] she repeated, as though what he had said was of a type that made him appear mad. “I think you’ll find that I could beat you in any intelligence contest. The key thing being that I actually think about other things as opposed to your small, one-track mind.”[/color] She was hoping that he wouldn’t insist on her proving this point as well. Not that she had actually managed to prove the first point. She’d decided to do something she did very well. Shouting at him instead might not be the best solution available to her, but it was her favoured one. Why waste her precious time holding proper debates with someone like him? She glanced back at him. Sure, he was attractive. She could admit it. But he was also a cocky idiot. Why did so many girls lose their heads over him? She was glad she wasn’t that influential, or plain stupid. “I don’t have hopes concerning you, other than that you leave me alone. So you have no effect on my hopes or anything else about me.”[/color]

Was it possible that he could read her mind? He had voiced the very thing that had occurred to her, not more than five minutes ago. She frowned, choosing not to say anything for a few moments. But once he starting claiming that he was better than her, yet again, she couldn’t help but interrupt, mirroring the tone and beginning of his statement, “You know, sweetheart, we’re nothing alike.”[/color] Even using those terms of endearment herself, she couldn’t stand them. It sounded so fake. Which, of course, in this situation, was absolutely true. She felt no feelings of affection towards him. She hated him. And she was sticking with that story. He couldn’t do or say anything that would ever change that. Other than change him. But, currently, he was proving himself to be the contemptible individual she had always taken him to be. “I have respect for other people. I have morals. I have intelligence. I have self-respect. You have none of these. So, tell me again, how are we anything alike?”[/color] She really hoped this convinced him, because she couldn’t quite manage to convince herself completely.

She laughed at his comment. “I am calm!”[/color] she said rather fiercely. “I never said I was going to sit on the floor, I said given the option of sitting next to you, and sitting on the floor, I’d choose the floor every time. The floor doesn’t go all out to annoy me.”[/color] She had noticed, by now, that she should probably take more care in what she said, considering he was using it all against her. But, caught up in the emotions and the moment, she couldn’t watch every single word she said aloud. “Happy?”[/color] she reiterated his absurd claim, her eyes widening slightly. She pouted slightly, considering his response. “Oh, yes, I forgot how much I adore people demeaning me with stupid phrases like that. Get over yourself. I’m not your average Hogwarts girl. You can’t click your fingers and expect me to be proclaiming extreme love for you.”[/color] Giving him a look of contempt, she ignored his infamous smirk. What an irksome boy. Why couldn’t he walk off and find someone else to annoy?

The offer hung in the air, after he explained his offer. She couldn’t hide her expression. “Why would I want to make a deal with you?”[/color] she asked, more to herself, than to him. “I don’t want anything from you, other than my chair, and you certainly won’t be getting anything from me. And if you even attempt to touch me, you’ll regret it. I don’t like people touching me randomly. And even if I did, you’d be the last person I wanted anywhere near me!”[/color] She knew that he was probably counting on her saying something like this. To do otherwise would be to change character entirely. It also occurred to her, at this moment, that she really shouldn’t have revealed that she hated people making physical contact with her unexpectedly. “And as for the apology, forget it. I don’t apologize to anyone, let alone people like you.”[/color] She took a few steps backward, still glaring at him. [/size]

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[kaleb]

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Kaleb smirked as he continued to get under her skin. He couldn’t believe that it was so easy. She was showing signs that he was pissing her off, and he was in his element as it was exactly what he’d wanted. On the contrary to popular belief, Kaleb didn’t want to jump into bed with every girl. No, he did have a type. And his type was anyone who was not the daughter or relative of the headmistress and her ex death eater husband. It wasn’t in his interests to jump into bed with daddy’s little princess, it would not be a great thing to do. So he had resigned himself to just annoying her. He’d flirt, hell yes as he probably wouldn’t be able to stop himself, but he would take it no further.

”Could you know? How about the intelligence contest to seduce a woman. Now I’m being mean to you, sure, but it’s because I don’t care about being in your bed, Daddy holds too much power for that, I’d end up losing out should I hurt you. But I could be nice to you, then you’d melt in my perfect hands.” He said, a smirk on his lips. He could to, if he switched right now he was sure she would be able to forget every mean word he said to her, every single one, and the first move to get him on that road would be to give up the chair. But he wasn’t about to do that, he liked that he was angry at her, it meant she felt something for him, whether it be hatred, lust or even murderous intentions, there was something there. And as they said, there is a fine line between love and hate. But he’d rather keep it on the hate side, else he may be a little to tempted to take the princesses innocence.

He smirked again, meeting her eyes. He held her gaze, silent for a moment so only the sound of his breath, as air filled his lungs, then poured out of it again could be heard. He licked his lips, then bit his bottom one slightly. Then he laughed. ”But I bet I have a dramatic effect on your feelings. The speed of your heart told me that”

[/color] He said, a sweet smile on his lips. He had to admit, he had exceptional hearing! ”Ahh sweetheart, I like that term, please feel free to call me that darling, if I mean that much to you!”[/color] He said, a crooked smile on his lips as he eyed her. He knew that now he’d voiced his like of those terms, she’d cease to use them. Should she have said that she liked him calling her those names, he probably would have stopped entirely. But because she said how much she hated them, he’d call her that as much as humanly possible.

When she talked of the floor, he could almost sense the irate tones in her voice. They were subtle, but they were there! ”Well now sweet, you can have the chair if you want, all you have to do is apologise, and ask very very nicely”[/color] He said, his smirk growing bigger as he spoke. ”Well that’s good, because I do like a challenge. And besides, sweet cheeks, I’m not looking for love, just someone to warm the cold nights this tower lends us”[/color] He said with a smirk. And that was true, he wasn’t looking for love. When love came along, if love came along, then maybe he’d take the chance and settle down. Right now he was having fun just messing around.

Kaleb smirked even more as she let slip more and more details about herself. ”Well, so you don’t like touching people randomly. I shall add that to my to-do list.”[/color] He said, chuckling. In her anger she was letting him know more and more about her than she would have done if he’d talked to her properly for hours. He watched the way she moved, listened to the way she talked, and even noticed the way she was turned slightly away from him, a sign of hate. He’d expected her to react like that, and he greeted her reaction with a shrug of his shoulders, and a fake frown. ”Well, it’s your loss”[/color] He said, shaking his head.

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It wasn’t just her. He was just incredibly annoying. And the worse part was that he knew it was working. He knew he was getting to her. She could punch herself mentally for letting him affect her so much. She wasn’t able to explain it. Surely if she didn’t care about him, at all, like she often claimed, she wouldn’t let his comments affect her. But each time, she was getting more and more annoyed. And they both knew it. The only redeeming feature of this conversation was that she’d managed her keep her temper. For now anyway. She couldn’t be sure that this control of her physical urges was going to last much longer, but she was doing well by usual standards. So the only way to prevent herself falling off the end of her tether was to going to be to walk away completely or to ignore him. Neither of these were particularly difficult situations, but the trouble for this girl was that for that to work, she’d have to swallow her pride. Something she didn’t do all too well.

Until she saw another way out, she figured a little more conversation wouldn’t be that bad. If it even qualified as a conversation. It was more a case of him talking at her and her shouting back. It didn’t take a genius to work out who was losing this battle. She didn’t look like she was coping so well, currently. Like every other time, she couldn’t stop herself. Something about the situation compelled her to argue (or more accurately shout back). Although she reckoned that she was doing that quite well also. She’d only shouted her answer about three times? She wasn’t denying that her temper often got the better of her, and she was able to admit that he was coping a lot better than she was. Maybe he had no other emotions apart from lust. Everyone across the school knew he was perfectly able of acting on lust. And from this meeting, she could see that the strangest things seemed to cause him amusement. What was amusing about refusing a nice girl a seat in the common room, especially during this weather? Anyone else would have offered her the chair in a moment. At this particular time, she found herself liking everyone else, except the boy in front of her. Why couldn’t he just fall off the edge of the world?

She nodded, without hesitation at his question. She couldn’t think of anything that he could do, that she couldn’t do better. It wasn’t the wisest decision. But then, had she really made any wise decisions since she’d arrived in the room? His next comment about the thing he could do better made her rethink. There was almost no way whatsoever that she was going to beat him on that matter. But then, it wasn’t really a good contest anyway, “Seducing people doesn’t contain the slightest bit of intelligence. If it did, you wouldn’t be able to do it.”

[/color] She could see that she still needed to work on ignoring his comments. “At last,”[/color] she said sarcastically, fluttering her eyelashes, “Something that we actually agree on. I thought this day would never come.”[/color] The one about her father got to her however. “I resent the insinuation that my father goes around killing people for hurting me. You don’t know anything about my family. Don’t make such absurd allegations again.”[/color] Would she really react differently if he changed his tactics? She doubted it. There was just something annoying about his entire existence.

“You can bet anything you like”[/color] she answered, shrugging her shoulders. “ But I can tell you right now, and any other time that you desire to get confirmation, that I do not like you. And therefore, you also mean nothing to me.”[/color] She avoided his gaze at this point; there was something rather uncomfortable, for her, of meeting the eyes of someone she supposedly hated. “Now, if you were really as intelligent as you profess to be, you’d have realised how much I despise you from the beginning of the conversation. But yet, you persist. I don’t know how else I can say it. But you being the super clever boy that you are, I expect you’ll pick up the hints eventually.”[/color] She only lived in hope. “And I’ll gracefully decline from that honour. I’d rather use other words for you. More appropriate ones.”[/color]

Against her will, he had a bargaining tool, while she had nothing. As he kept reminding her. She knew that if she was going to get her much desired chair back, she would have to do something for him first. The thought of being obliged to fulfil his requirements pained her. The chair was comfortable, yes. But was it really worth all that? “Really?”[/color] she replied, as though she wasn’t at all interested in what he had to say. “I wouldn’t say that was true. Can you really say that those girls are a ‘challenge?’ Half of them would jump into bed with anything that moved.”[/color] She was about to add, ‘not unlike you’, but for some unknown reason, decided against it. She was satisfied with what she’d said before that. “And you’re not looking for love? I think the general population gathered that. It’s probably a good thing – you wouldn’t even recognise love when you found it.”[/color] She honestly believed that boys like Kaleb didn’t understand the concept of love. There was only lust for them. “And don’t you dare touch me”[/color] she stated simply, but fiercely. Just the thought was bad enough. There was just something weird about people she didn’t know touching her without warning. [/size]

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Kaleb smirked as he realised just how much he was getting under her skin. How was it so damn easy for him to annoy her? Surely the daughter of the headmistress should be someone harder to annoy than most, although he wondered if it was just him as a whole that got to her, and it wasn’t anything that he said. Maybe it was the way he acted that made her temper flare like it was doing at that very second. He couldn’t help but feel that he’d won some small victory, that by annoying her so awesomely, he had gotten the better of her and scored some miniscule win.

”Oh, I beg to differ. I bet I could have you hanging from my very word like a love sick puppy” he said smugly. All it would take were a few small words and a little action that would have her melt into his arms. And it wouldn’t even be sexual, no, all he’d have to do was run his hand along her jaw and kiss his way into her good books. In fact, Kaleb thought he could probably get her legs to turn to jelly without letting their lips meet.

Kaleb just pursed his lips at the agreement statement, but it seemed like the daddy dearest comment really stuck on her. ”Oh I’m sorry, hit a nerve?”

[/color] He asked, pronouncing every word as clear as day. Ohh, this was good! He shrugged off the comments that she didn’t like him, and that he in act meant nothing to her. ”But you are, my darling, forgetting the vital point in life. Things change. And I could mean a lot more to you than your letting on. After all, would you argue with me so much if you felt nothing for me?”[/color] he asked, clearly winning, as she must have at least felt hate for him to want her comments to make such an impact! ”Oh, sure, I know you hate me, yes, I’ll go with that until your ready to tell me what you really think, darling.”[/color] kaleb said smugly, he knew she hated him, but if there was any other emotion under there, he was going to unearth it! ”Suit yourself”[/color] he said, shrugging his shoulders and slipping further into the chair.

”Yes, they would probably jump into bed with anything that moves, your right, but they chose me for a reason. They chose me because I make them feel special, even if it is just for that one night.”[/color] Kaleb said, smiling, and that was true, as most of them knew of his reputation but just refused to acknowledge it, preferring instead to think that they were his one, and they were, for that night. ”No, I think you have me wrong, because I am not looking for love, sure, but if I find it then I am not letting it go. And I will know what it is because I know it will feel exciting, it will feel exhilarating and it will feel new.”[/color] he ended, describing what he thought love would give him, and that part was completely true!

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[userx]

Ignoring him properly, for what must have been the first time since she’d walked in, she focused her attention instead on the chair she so badly wanted (which was fast losing its appeal) and the many similar ones around it. Truth be told, she wasn’t exactly sure what the difference between the one she wanted and the others was anymore. They looked very similar. Could there really be all that much difference in comfort? Still examining the corner of the one she desired, she held a slightly thoughtful expression on her face. Of course, the main difference was probably the distance that particular chair was away from the fireplace. If she were to move another matching chair in front of that original one, it would probably be just as comfortable. But to give in, and reside herself to another chair, was to give in to their whole argument. She’d be letting him win. Could she really let that happen and not mind? It was highly doubtful.

“You can beg all you want. I’m not about to stop you.”

[/color] His sudden statement falling into the air instantly caught her attention. “But it won’t change my thoughts about you. I can’t be manipulated.”[/color] She said this all very simply, as though the answers were all obvious. “Yet you seem so desperate for me to feel some other way.”[/color] She raised an eyebrow, quite surprised with how calm she was currently being. Pausing for a few seconds, she appeared as though in deep though, considering his own reply. “Hmm. No. I can assure you it’s only hate. Shame.”[/color] The last word was completely sarcastic, she didn’t feel the need to emphasise any words. He’d pick up on her tone, just as he had so many times before. It was quite a happy thing to have someone who actually understood expressions and tone, without her having to describe and explain it. It made the conversation much easier. He couldn’t pretend to misunderstand or misinterpret anything.

She shook her head immediately at his question. “Not at all.”[/color] She wasn’t letting him have the satisfaction of knowing just how much his mere comments irritated her. Although he would have picked up on her tone when speaking about her family. That sort of admitted it. “And things may change, but some things remain constant. And my feelings in regard to other people are one of these things. They never change.”[/color] Her expression got slightly darker, as she observed him using the chair as some kind of trophy, forever reminding her what she had to lose. Although, technically, she couldn’t really lose the chair, when she hadn’t had it. “If you really want a demonstration of my feelings towards you, you’re more than welcome.”[/color] This way, she couldn’t be to blame if she hit him. It was an offer that was up to him to accept or decline. She wasn’t responsible for her actions after that.

Unable to hold her laughter in, she coughed at his claims. “You make them feel special?”[/color] she repeated, as though this was absolutely ridiculous. “I think you think too much of yourself. You could never make someone feel special, because your shallow life runs thoroughly around one concept and one person alone.”[/color] A noise of contempt was made when he spoke about finding love. It was weird, because it was probably the only moment of the conversation, so far, where he had said something, which did sound genuine. Yet, she felt unable to believe him. How could she believe someone who felt it was alright to hurt people like he did? “I don’t believe it’s possible to misinterpret your actions, Garcia. But sure, if you believe all of that..”[/color] she replied, ever so sceptically. She hadn’t even known why she’d brought matters of the heart up. As if she believed in it. She had seen nothing to suggest that love was worth pursuing or maintaining. [/size]

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