<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Robert_Buckley.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>:Brandon St. Clair (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132556.msg6773050#msg6773050)<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Wingfoot<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Student - 2nd year<br/><strong>Location</strong>Common Area<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Braelyn, Karter, Yvette, Others, Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>black t-shirt with<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">white wings on the front.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Hermes_Wings_by_Afilimona.jpg)</div></div>Recently purchased blue jeans, recently purchased cross-trainers( Mizuno )<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Braelyn was certainly easy to look at and the way she interacted with him made it pretty clear that she knew just how easy she was to look at.  Despite the fact that he felt as though she was checking him out based solely on the fact that he was "new", her attention certainly felt nice.   The two of them were in mid-conversation and he was completely absorbed by the colour of her eyes and the glossy sheen of her lips when she was struck by something.<br/><br/>He immediately took a step back and fought off a wave of embarassment over not having protected her from that.  Brandon knew he was a little more..."aware" than the average person and if he hadn't been so utterly focused on the sexy cheerleader in front of him he would have been able to intercept the football.<br/><br/>He gave Braelyn an apologetic look and watched as her fair skin began to look flushed from where she'd been hit.  It was good it was just a Nerf football and not a real one otherwise she would have been hurt and that would have caused some drama he suspected.<br/><br/>...and he had no desire for drama.<br/><br/>He was going to speak and apologize...despite the fact that it wasn't his fault when she stepped closer, touched his arm again and lifted upward to kiss his cheek.  His eyebrows shot upwards and he tried to process what just happened.<br/><br/><em>Did she just ask me on a date?  No...she said we'll go get dinner and talk.  That's a date right?  I have a date with a sexy cheerleader or am I going for dinner and talking with a sexy cheerleader?  Who cares?</em><br/><br/>That was a good thing.  The bad thing was that he was now just...standing there.<br/><br/><em>Like she told me right?</em><br/><br/>He looked down at his bicep where she had touched him.  It had been different from the first time.  Her touch had been warm but he still had goosebumps from where she had touched him the second time with her cool hand.<br/><br/>He watched Braelyn move away from him with the same sway to her hips that she'd had when she had approached him earlier and he felt a knot slowly forming inside his abdomen.  He had to tear his gaze away from the way her skirt moved when she sat down next to a brunette with closely cropped hair and a blonde that seemed to be an expert with the laptop she had sitting on the table before her.<br/><br/><em>"Wait right here..."</em>, was what Braelyn had said.  He certainly didn't want to start things off on the wrong foot with the redhead...he had seen what she's capable of when she's angry but he also wasn't a fan of simply standing out in the open because the pretty girl told him to.  Her voice had sounded a bit different from when she had first introduced herself and very much sounded like as she walked away that she fully expected him to not move, simply because she had told him so...or atleast...that's what he perceived.<br/><br/>Braelyn seemed busy with the foxy brunette and he was starting to feel self-conscious...and the mention of dinner got him thinking about food.  On the streets, he was used to a perpetual state of hunger but the last two days had him thinking he didn't have to experience that hollow feeling anymore of being hungry.  Looking around...he spied the campus cafeteria and he felt another surge of hunger wash through him.  He looked back over his shoulder and gave Braelyn one last look.  He wasn't a fan of being told what to do.  Even by sexy redheads with great asses...so with that, he made his way towards the cafeteria and entered it.