<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 13th, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gambit<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Damn speedster! Damn heels!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (https://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5dsu48-l-610x610-blouse-school-school+uniform-uniform-school+girl-skirt-tartan-girly-short+skirt-mini+skirt-grey-sweater-knitted+sweater-pink-pale-plaid-pleated+skirt-pleated.jpg), Panties (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB10qDEOVXXXXXlaXXXq6xXFXXX6/Women-Lace-font-b-Silk-b-font-font-b-G-b-font-font-b-String-b.jpg), and Heels (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/c1/a0/c3c1a0f81b24db97ec782b5d22e7a042.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Hourglass was whimpering and holding her elbow from the pain. Why did they even call it a funny bone? Her legs squirmed as she rocked slightly, silently cursing in her own mind at the fact that she just HAD to wear these heels today. Sure, they looked pretty and she had always wanted to wear heels, but she should've known better than to practice in a school that had all types of mutants. She could've never known, but still she was upset at herself for her decisions.<br/><br/>In too much pain to hear Gambit approaching, she didn't get herself fixed up before he arrived. When he spoke, she froze for a second before looking up to him, still holding her elbow. The crudely-branded M on her right cheek was nearly completely visible as her bangs were out of place from her fall. Both blue-gray eyes stared up at the teacher as she listened to his words. Oh, that accent!<br/><br/>Without thinking, she simply took his hand, not seeming to realize how exposed she was. The palm of her hand wasn't covered, having decided to not wear gloves today. Her scars were raised in varying stages of healing. Older ones were white and somewhat thin while her fresher ones were puffy and pink, still in the process of healing, and the freshest ones, which had occurred before coming to this school still had scabs that were in the process of falling off. She didn't flinch at the feeling of his hand in hers, though. She had gotten used to the pain after all these years.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you,"</strong>she said softly as she got up with his help. It wasn't until she was fully standing, though, that she realized she may have sprained her ankle, though. She had been so focused on the pain from her elbow that she hadn't realized until she tried to stand on it. She grabbed hold of him after nearly falling and kept her arms around him as she tried to kick off her heels, but of course she had to wear heels that had a strap on them to keep them secure. She made all the wrong choices today, it seemed.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she gave up on the task of removing her heels that she realized she was basically hugging him. With a bright blush, she let him go, standing on one foot so she didn't put any weight on her hurt ankle.<strong>"I'm sorry. Lost my balance. Um... Thanks for helping me up,"</strong>she managed to choke out, despite her embarrassment.<br/><br/>Slowly and carefully, she moved back from him with a bit of a limp and turn away from him to hide her flushed cheeks before she lowered herself down to her knees. She crawled on all fours, beginning to gather her things, which had been strewn all over the hallway. Unfortunately, her skirt was just short enough to reveal the hot pink crotch of her panties.