<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>In class<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jackson D. Blum<br/><hr/><br/>Roxi was so absorbed in her own little war with her inner mind that she didnt notice Jack slid next to her. Only when he pulled her ear bud out did she turn to chew him out, but stopped short as she herd what he had said. He liked her? Her? The outcasted loner, the ice queen, the fucked up drummer of DWMA? Her eyes were still a bit damp from her tears, but she was in utter shock that he was admitting that he liked her out loud. How was she to respond to that? She barely knew him, he could be a loon for all she knew, but a very sexy loon at that. Her mouth kept opening a closing, words failing her as she watched his face turn redder with each second. She knew her own face was probably on fire, but couldnt turn away from the meister before her. The music in her other ear faded and she watched his hand reach behind her and play with her braid. Her breath hitched and she whipped her face back to his as he asked to date her. He wanted to be her boyfriend? Her giddy self jumped up and down and rode her unicorn parade around as her reasoning's left eyes twitched in utter disbelief.<br/><br/>Roxi licked her lips her heart racing as she tried to remember the English language form for 'yes'. His hand was gentle on her hair and the way it pulled and flexed made her eyes close. She bit her lip ring and slowly looked up at him, her eyes half mass as she leaned in closer to him, only a breath apart. She didnt care if Zetsuga was watching, the only person she cared about was right in front of her. "You barely know me, how do you know I dont bury my boyfriends under the rose bushes outback?" she whispered letting her hands drop to his thigh as she teased him. The shock from before ran through her like a white hot rod to her core. Her soul stirred and it caught Roxi off guard for a moment. Maybe... maybe a partnership with him was one of those rare occurrences. Maybe their souls were so in-tuned that they called out to each other. She raised her shaking hand, let it float over the air beside his face and looked into his eyes for an okay to touch him further. Her answer was on the tip of her tongue... "I would love..."<br/><br/>A flash of her step father angry face froze her and she became stiff as a board. Fear clouded her eyes and she shot up tipping her chair over with a loud clatter that echoed across the room. Shit. Her breathing was uneven and her whole body was twitching and shaking with the fright of seeing the mans face. Why had she seen that? Jack looked nothing like him, was ten times better then that man. She looked around the classroom. feeling everyone's eyes on her. She turned back to Jack and knew he probably was freaked out by her behavior. Fuck. She messed it all up. A prefect moment ruined because she couldnt hold it together under pressure. Her reasoning did a 'I told ya so' and giddy girl smacked her upside the head, 'shut up..' Roxi was in such a panic and disoriented that she coudlnt stay in the classroom anymore, the room was closing in on her, she had to get out. She grabbed her bag and frowned at Jack, unable to meet his eyes, "Im sorry.." She could bare to see the look of disappointment or regret that he had for even holding an interest in her.<br/><br/>She swept behind him and flew down the stairs two at at a time. She shot through the door and ran as fast she could down the halls, tears of anger and hurt splashing behind her. Why did it have to hurt to love someone? Why did her feelings run back to that night with her step father. She reached a set of stairs and tripped down the last few. She crashed to the ground, her bag and it contents slipping out of her bag. Her ipod laid on the floor , the next track a sad song about a cold November rain as the first sob burst from her lips. She slowly sat up and covered her mouth while tucking her self into the corner to compose herself, glad that the other classes had started and the halls were empty.