<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/GregHead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Greg Larson</strong><br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Stretch<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Genesis Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Beth<br/><br/><hr/>Greg's mind had gone on autopilot halfway through Beth's tirade.  He really didn't give a shit half as much about codes and such as Beth and Braelyn did.  All he could do was watch Beth standing there in her cute little cheerleading skirt that swished with her hips as she ranted about Eddie and some purple haired chick that he didn't recall ever seeing before.  When she finally got done and took a breath of air, he gave her a crooked smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Beth"...</strong><br/><br/>His arms shot out, stretching across the 10 feet or so to where she stood, and his hands grasped hold of the cheerleader, one on her hip and the other around her back.  Then, his arms snapped back, pulling her swiftly to him.  The hand on her back slid up to lightly grasp the back of her hair and he pulled her in closer, his lips closing over her own in a heated kiss.  He continued kissing her for a good thirty seconds before finally pulling his lips away from hers, though he was still close to her, their bodies pressed together as though she was molded to fit against him like a perfect puzzle piece.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll talk to Eddie"...</strong>