<div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/aea798e4-e89f-4b18-818f-18542691c014_zps7fe2002c.jpg?t=1367286795)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tila or “Lala”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>outside training grounds<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jake<br/><hr/>Lala was so engrossed in her magazine, flipping through the articles about how to please your partner in bed and what was hot in fashion that looked like something runway model would wear then normal teenagers. She didn’t notice the person beside her till his head and hand were laying over her like a blanket. She instantly relaxed as she realized it was her best friend and weapon resting against her. She dropped the magazine in her lap, forgotten and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her partner being close to her. The way his body was warm and hard beside her softer and smaller frame, to the clean fresh smell of him made every bone in her body just melt. Ever since that night in Japan, only Jake could pull this sort of reaction from her. Her hand found his tie instinctively and wrapped the smooth martial around her wrist and hand, in a gentle manner. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as he asked what she was doing, and licks her lips slowly, trying to work the word out of her dry mouth. Jake was known as one of the hottest guy in school and she couldn’t disagree. He was a good foot taller than her with a massive amount of red hair that was soft to the touch. His eyes were deep and she found herself more than once getting lost in them whenever he was scolding her or explaining the random problem in class. But what really grounded her was her soul connection that they shared. The tie in her hand, a reminder of how they were always linked with one another.<br/><br/>Lala smiled, a genuine one that she only shared with Jake when they were alone. She rubbed the fabric of his tie between her fingers as the wisps of hair from her weapon tickled her nose. Hi hand on her side felt nice, as if he were calming her. His long fingers were spread over her stomach and she wondered what other things they could do besides fight and comfort her. She let the sensual though play in her minds eyes for a moment till it evaporated into what it was, just a dream. Jake would never cross the line between their friendship and she wouldn’t dare loose him as a friend to do so herself. So they were stuck in this openly flirty relationship, which in Lala’s mind was the best thing in her life since she met him. Her little piece of heaven just for her wrapped in a neat red tie.<br/><br/>She realized she hadnt answered him and slowly opened her chromatic eyes barely seeing the sunny view of the training ground in front of her as she answered. “I was seeing why my personality seems to scare everyone around me, besides you.” She licked her lips again, finding herself doing that a lot with him around. She moved the magazine beside her revealing her bare milky thigh and legs crossed under her. “It seems your too clingy and you need to give me space.” She turned her head and smiled down at him as she teased him playfully. She ran her free hand through his stubborn bangs that hid his jaw dropping eyes from her. “Yes I am playing hookie today, are you here to drag me back to class?” She batted her eyes at him giving him one of her famous pouty face. “Jake… the weather is so nice Stein wont notice us missing for one class…” She knew she would lose this battle, knowing he would protect her even from herself. She let his tie go and crossed her arms over her tight chest giving a little huff. “Well if you wont stay then I am. Youll have to drag me back, cause I refuse to sit in that classroom and listen to Stein go on and on like a freakin psycho path with a teaching degree in crazy.” She looked over to her weapon issuing the challenge, wondering how he would react to her little protest from going to class. It was a normal thing for her to run off and playing hookie, while Jake talked her into coming back and sitting in the hall for class. But today she would put her foot down, not just because she didn’t want to go but she wanted Jake to start treating her as a woman instead of a little girl that he found on the raining streets of Japan long ago.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/d6cc8177-6819-4778-a0fd-943385bec3ae_zps044b313f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Roxi Reed</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Down the hall – In class<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jackson D. Blum<br/><hr/>Roxi was inwardly relieved when Jack didn’t seem too put out at her hostile remark and even let it roll off him like water. She felt bad that she had showed her teeth at him and told herself to be nice. She let a smile slip pass her lips as Jack shot his own sly comeback at her to show he was on to her odd behavior. She watched his body relax and slump in the chair as if he were trying to get comfortable in the rickety plastic chair. She turned her head as he spoke about bring his weapon up and sit next him. Once he said the words, something inside her cracked, not too much to break her but enough that she felt its tiny streaks of pain inside her chest. Jack with someone else? Meistering someone, her alone and cold again up in the back seats, watching them talk and have fun. It felt like someone had cranked the heat down and frost was closing in over her skin as she fought to keep her face as neutral and uncaring as before. She turned to face him when she heard a hushed chuckle from him, and titled her head in confusion. He was shifting in his seat and holding his neck, she watched again hypnotized as he explained he had no weapon and knew of none or meister.  Hope bloomed inside her as she turned back to the front of the class with a small smile that made her eyes shine in the low back lights above them.<br/><br/>When Jack mentioned that loner should stick together did she give a firm nod in agreement. She couldn’t stop herself from turning her head and watching him stretch out before her while yawning then, returning to lay on the desk how she found him. The pull between them wasn’t helping her dirty mind as she pictured sliding over and running her tongue along his neck and nibbling on his earlobe playful. She bet she fit perfectly in his lap his hard chest a puzzle piece to her soft curves. Her hands wanted to roam and explore his chest to feel how soft the texture of his skin was.  She would give anything to know what Jack’s lips felt like against her own and bit her lip ring from letting a moan slip free. She could melt under those beautiful brown eyes and could die happy knowing that would have been the last thing she saw. She shook her head, a red flush look on her face as she sat the chair back down on all fours. What, was, wrong, with her? She had never in all her years, had such thoughts of a guy, let alone one she had just met. Letting out a pent up breath did she watch as Jack picked up her badge and read her details. It felt intament again having him touch something of hers and let him know a little bit more about her. She didn’t miss the corner of his mouth arching up as he turned to her. She gave a small laugh and shook her head. “I guess not… I guess will just have to be friends, huh?” Being friends could work for her, couldn’t it? She only hoped her own mind would stop oogling him and focus, they couldn’t be anything but friends, he probably didn’t see her like that.  She reached for the badge and let her fingers graze his as a shock ran through her and set every one of her nerves of fire with alertness. She brought the badge back to her scarf and hid it again in its folds, hiding her shaking hand. She turned in her chair and light touched the spot where their fingers had met. She tried not to let show how his touch affected her as she absentmindly stroked the table top with her hands forcing her eyes to remain forward. She could fell the walls she had built to keep other out shake and shift with just him looking at her and she knew without a doubt this man could be the one to either break them down to save her, or hurt her.<br/><br/>The silence was eating at her again and she laid her head down to rest on her hands which were very warm all of a sudden. She peeked at Jack and wondered what was on his mind. The pull wasn’t as strong now but she could still feel it tugging at her, and for once she wished she could act on them without the fear of what would happen if she did. “So how did you end up here?” she found that she wanted to know more about him and knew the only way would be to talk with one another. She would respect whatever topic he wanted to avoid and would only allow him to know what she wanted him to of herself. Either way her fingers itched to touch him again even if it were only a few seconds more.<br/>