no rest for the violent

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Lizvette gulped as he moved past her. His silence was what bothered her the most. His height was the more attractive part about him. Lizvette glared with a perplexed blink. Attractive? Who was attractive? She shook her head, wiping the thoughts away as if her brain were an Etch-a-Sketch. There was no point in being genetically superior to this rest of the freshman in his class anyway. His brains were made of sawdust. She decided to side-step a few feet away from him. She was still annoyed about him being put in charge of her. She knelt down and with a quick look at what he was doing, decided to mimic him.

"What did who do?" She sighed, lifting herself and sitting on her heels. She blinked over at him and rubbed her face when she felt an itch. She relieved the itch but smudged dirt onto her face. She looked away and moved to the next plant, not having the slightest problem with crawling in the dirt toward it. She didn't care how something was achieved or the state of her while doing it, as long as it was finished successfully. She looked to the freshman. Of course, he was faster than her. This is where he spent his time. He had a great deal of time since he didn't attend his classes. He must've been a farmer or something. She watched him for a while, ignoring her duties to notice the length of his fingers. Realizing she was shirking, she growled at herself. She wasn't going to give a three year failure any more of her attention.

"I kicked some garbage." Lizvette said finally with a huff, instantly going back on her idea of not giving him any more of her attention. She didn't exactly need to hide the reason but the way that she worded it was a bit sly. "Human garbage." She was grinding her teeth as she said it. Recalling the incident, he needed a good kick...Down a flight of stairs. She felt justified but easily took the punishment. "If someone asks you if you got a sex change, wouldn't you be angry?" She snapped her head to look at the freshman and with a blink, looked back to her work. Maybe she wasn't justified. She felt it though. She opened her mouth to speak again and ended up watching him instead. She glared at his back. He had broad shoulders and it looked muscular, even through his uniform shirt. Lizvette's left eye gave a twitch.

"I'm going down there!" She stood up suddenly, shrieking her words out of sheer embarrassment. Her hormones couldn't be serious. She turned on her heels, prepared to march down the row of bushes to the very end. She heaved and huffed with her back toward him. It was just her, wasn't it? She was ovulating. She must've been. Sweating, she noticed as she wiped her forehead with her arm. She absolutely did not want to touch him. She was not some dog in heat. She looked up at the sun.

That was it. It was the actual September heat. She had sun stroke. She'd only been out here for twenty minutes but it was that. Or maybe, she was poisoned? Could that happen in twenty minutes? She blinked frantically, raising her palms to stare at them. She whipped around around and looked at Baer. "Can you get sun stroke in twenty minutes?" She blinked at him. "You heard me, right? Can you? Because I feel hot." She blushed looking at his face. Her shoulders slumped. No, it wasn't sun stroke. Lizvette looked away with half-closed eyes. This fool was actually just throwing her off. She'd felt the same way when she saw Heath the first time. He'd never smiled at her. He wasn't exactly cold, just uninterested or oblivious. Lizvette stared down the length of her body. Were emotionally unavailable guys her thing? She nearly collapsed with the revelation.

Her hands balled into fist. She was going to break that cycle. No more of that waiting maiden nonsense. She needed to be forward, right? She looked over at Baer and smirked. Let's test it.

She walked to him, planting her feet firmly in the ground. She squatted beside him and glared at his face. He couldn't possibly have a girlfriend, right? Or... Was he into guys? Maybe she should ask. Lizvette's eyes slid away. So, how did someone ask that sort of question. Blinking and pondering it for a moment, Lizvette's vision snapped back to him.

"Are you homo?" She grunted out, tactlessly. "If you aren't, are you dating someone?" She asked again, with very little thought for proclivities of social normality. "If not, after we're done, do you wanna make out?" She glared at him, showing that she was completely serious in her line of questioning and reasoning.

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Lizvette watched him as he spoke. He wasn't embarrassed at all by any of it. He was as straightforward as she was when it came to actually answering people when something was asked. She blinked at him, wondering exactly what had set her off about him again. It had to be the unemotional masculine thing right? She sighed to herself, raising a hand to her face. That had to be it.

Her eyes narrowed when she was asked if she was in heat. Her expression then softened into a lazy one as she thought over the answer. She probably was. If that was the case, did it make the attraction real or was this because she needed to get her hands on someone to fool around with and he was the closest? Lizvette slowly blinked at him.

"Who says that to a girl?!" She yelled with clenched teeth, throwing a punch at him suddenly but missing on purpose. But, then again, who goes up to someone you barely knew from class three years ago to ask them if they're homosexual and everything else that she blurted. "Couldn't you just say something nice like, 'You're cute. I wanna date you.' to me!" She threw a few karate chops at his head as she reacted violently to his question. "So insensitive!" She hollered at him and groaned as she slide away from him.

"Seriously?" She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. She felt an itch at her cheek and gave up being annoyed temporarily to wipe her cheek on her shoulder. She blinked, seeing a stain of dirt and touched her face with her hands. There was dirt there? She tilted her vision up to glare at Baer. She reached to him and grabbed him by the face. "Weren't you going to tell a girl that she had dirt on her face?" She growled the question. "Or, didn't it occur to you that I might care a little about my appearance?" She asked with the same not-at-all pleased low tone. She hadn't planned to touch his face but she did and when she realized it, she let go and took her hand back. She blinked, swiveling her head around to see if anyone was around to witness her violence toward him. It didn't happen if it was his word against hers.

"Maybe!" She said after a few minutes of guilty silence from her. "Maybe I am in heat." She told him in a whispered voice. "But, even if I am-" She said pointing at his face. "You should just tell me yes or no anyway!" She yelled and then rolled her eyes away, deciding to look somewhere else because of admitting such an embarrassing thing. Yet, asking him flat to make-out wasn't embarrassing? She shifted uncomfortably. "Okay! Just forget it even happened, alright?" She told him with a sigh. There was no need to draw it out. She was starting to feel a little depressed about it anyway.

"I'm going." She said, standing up from the dirt. She rolled her eyes and decided to walk back to the school. She stopped for a moment, looking over her shoulder. If she left him, he'd get in trouble for not watching her. She couldn't just sit there an torment herself with such a stupid guy. She huffed, tapping her foot in annoyance as she tried to think of what to do. He seriously wasn't going to chase her then? She blinked, looking downward to her muddy shoes. Her face scrunched and she stomped her feet. Then, she suddenly began to march back to him.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." She repeated until she got to him. She grabbed him by the top of the head and pulled his head backward. She leaned down to his face and planted an, although enthusiastic, unskillful upside down kiss on the freshman and pushed his head back to where it had been before she had tampered with it. "Let's go." She said suddenly and began to try pull him by his shirt backward. When she couldn't get much leverage that way, she reached for his waist and tried to pull him, herself moving backward this time. "Could you be a little more cooperative when I'm trying to molest you?" She asked his back with a frown.

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Lizvette huffed, still frowning. She blinked at him as he stood up. She'd noticed before that he was just a bit taller than she was. Maybe it was only noteworthy now that she was standing closer. Well, no, she had bumped- Lizvette looked down at the ground suddenly. She'd bumped chests with him. Did he take that as some kind of sexual cue from the very start? She blinked to him when he let go of her hands, her feet taking a new stable position on their own. Her heart began to pound in her chest like a drum when he turned to her. She watched his hand move to his pants to wipe it. He shouldn't do that. Who did his laundry? Dirt on gray uniform pants, she should say something about the expense involved in cleaning that kind of fabric. He'd have to take it to a dry cleaner and have it done properly. She opened her mouth and for a second time, nothing came out. Her mind went nearly blank when he lifted her chin.

She tried breathing deeply to calm herself. She closed her eyes when he began to wipe her face. Lizvette smiled to herself. He did care. He didn't mind the dirt but he did care because she cared? It was like that, wasn't it? She opened her eyes when he was finished, giving him a small smile. They were compatible. If she had known that when she saw his stupid face for the first time, they could've dated then. She would've at least done his homework for him. She could've done a lot of things for him.

"I'm not a pet you're going to take for a walk, you know." Her eyebrows raised as she felt a little exasperated with him but she had yet to smack his hand away. She liked it very much, now that he had actually touched her. "I just-" She gulped. Her eyes darted left and right as she tried hard to think of how to phrase what she would say next. "I-" Her eyes moved to him, looking straight at him but then moving slightly as if they were searching for something. "I want your attention." She took his wrist in her hands, lowering her head shyly and laid his palm on her cheek.

Lizvette closed her eyes. Was this stuff really coming out of her mouth? She'd picked on him. She'd told him she wanted to make out with him. She kissed him and now she was hinting at sex... Or was it a relationship that she wanted? Well, of course, she wanted a boyfriend. She cuddled his hand between her cheek and shoulder almost as if it were something that was hers now. Her eyes snapped open and she looked to him. He was straightforward. So was she, well... Most of the time. She felt shy around him. So, with a clearing of her throat, she straightened her posture. She gave him his hand back went to flattening her uniform. She had to say what she needed to in terms that he would understand.

With another clearing of her throat, she looked to him. "I think..." She started, crossing her arms over her chest. "Given what you said previously about your inability to care about gender, that you wouldn't be very bothered by-" She looked over her shoulder with narrowed eyes back to the school for a moment. "My less than feminine habits." She stopped and looked to him, making sure that he was following what she was saying. "Personally, I think it might be ideal. Neither of us are dating anyone." She hugged herself and she took a few steps to the left, turned and then crossed back in front of him to go to the right. She paced when she gave a problem her undivided attention. "We seem to be compatible physically. I find you attractive and you feel the same way, right?" She turned her head blinking at him. Of course, he did. She didn't claim to be a beauty, but genetics were in her favor if the makings of her personality wasn't.

"So, what I suggest is this." She moved back toward him and stopped in front of him. "We should mate." She blinked at him. If he understood nothing else, he would understand that. "Do you-" She looked at him, raising a brow, wondering if she was making her words penetrate. "If you don't want to date, we could just relieve our stress or something like that." She raised a hand, waving it around out of embarrassment. "I mean, it's only if you want to." She told him, looking away. "You already know that I want to." Realizing her shyness, she straightened her posture and reverted back to her confident nature. Her shoulders than lowered again. He wouldn't want someone who was that confident. He was ultra masculine. He would want someone who was soft and warm, wouldn't he? She had to lower her guard, for just a little while.

"Baer..." She took a step toward him, leaning against his body. Her hands reached to his face. She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs and did her best to put on what she thought was an ultra sexy manner. "Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked quietly. "Do you want to kiss some more?" She asked, leaning into him more as her fingers reached, combing through his hair. She was finished with that soon and her elbows were comfortably bent at his shoulders. Her nose touched his and she had to admit, tall and muscular men were definitely her thing. She smiled and closed her eyes. "How about me naked?" She reached down to her shirt, unbuttoning just the two at the top and then looked to him for a reaction. "I mean," She shrugged and brought her arm back to lay on his shoulder. "It's your choice."

Was she naturally like this? She couldn't decide on an answer. Maybe she was in heat or maybe she liked him even more than she let on (which there wasn't much left to prove in that department) but, she did like it if he liked it. At least that much was fact.