More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)
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				Title: <strong>More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:10:33</strong>
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				Ariya Scott looked out the tinted windows of her parents' car, watching miserably as they drove her to school. Ever since the year before, they had taken to driving her to and from school every day. She did not mind it much; it was an excuse to stay away from everybody else. Her life was not as exciting as people always promised in high school. For her it was more like the worse four years of her life rather than the best. Only one more year left and it almost seemed too good to be true. She would be glad to get out of there for good. June seemed so far from now. Eight painfully long months. She would probably die before she made it past winter break. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>The car pulled up next to the curb, right in front of the office. The school consisted of three buildings. The front office that they were in front of now, the gymnasium, and the main school building where all the learning, and overall hell in Ariya's opinion, took place. She opened the door and stepped out without a word to her parents then shut it firmly behind her. They never said any parting words to her like other parents would. No "have a good day at school honey" or "have fun sweetheart." She was lucky if she got a good morning out of them. Her relationship with them had been reduced to almost nothing. They had no idea who she was. She felt like a stranger to them. They never made any attempt to do things with her anymore. They had when she was little, but not now.<br><br>She watched for a minute as they drove away. Her green eyes followed the navy blue Porsche until it was out of sight. Sometimes she wondered why they did not just give her the car, or a car, and let her drive herself to and from school. That is everywhere she ever went nowadays. Some life she had. <br><br>She turned and walked up toward the school building, her crimson skirt swishing around her toned thighs. The blouse was snow white cotton material and the crimson tie hung loosely around her neck. Her long, dark brown hair fell to her shoulder blades and was about as straight as hair could get. The only thing that made her hair interesting was a pure white streak in it at the left side of her face that stood out against all the rest. It had once attracted attention from others, but not anymore; Everything had changed.<br><br>Ariya pushed her bag further up onto her shoulder and brushed her hair out of her face as she walked up the steps toward the main school building. It was a chilly November day and she was anxious to get inside. She did not like school, but it kept her mind off other things. Not to mention her parents would give her a very long lecture about how important it was if she did not try her best and get a good mark, and by good mark they meant the best in the class. Her parents were the least of her problems. She seemed to have a lot of those that were impossible to solve. She had given up trying to fix them and just pretended they did not exist, though there were constant reminders of them.<br><br>Many of the other students were already inside the long white halls that were lined with lockers. The tiled floors were littered with specks of dried mud and dirt even though they were washed at the end of each day. Ariya dodged between the other students and kept her eyes on the floor. A few of them called out to her and laughed, but she ignored them. They did not know anything apart from the rumours they heard and spread, most of which were anything, but the truth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 05:58:02</strong>
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				The airport was massive. The building was massive. And the anticipation was larger than all of that. A red SUV pulled up, an emblazoned Chevrolet, perfectly cleaned and painted. The vehicle belonged to the parents of a rising high school senior who was fortunate enough to go to school on a program that many people would die for. Going to school in Europe was a dream for many, but, having lived in Europe for seventeen and a half years, America was a dream come true. The vehicle drove off, leaving a very strange package behind. Standing on the sidewalk was Kyle Kovolick. A former resident of Ukraine, moved to Germany and has had the fortunate opportunity to come to America to learn what it is about this country that makes it so beautiful. The females were the first to fit the definition.<br><br>The young man adjusted the strap on his shoulder and walked toward the office. About the same time Kyle's hand touched the door the buzzer rang for first period. It gave him a jump, but he recovered and entered the office. Almost immediately a secretary looked up and squinted, her old eyes wondering if she was being deceived. She wasn't, and her voice eventually cracked: "You must be the transfer stoodint." Her pronounciation of the word caused Kyle to smile as he walked to the desk. The toothy grin revealed a very white set of teeth, bordered by thin, pale lips extending into matching dimples on his cheeks. A very pronounced chin and jawline were next. A very well maintained beard style traced his jaw, cutting at the underside of his chin. It was a very thin line of facial hair, which trailed up to thin sideburns and then another well maintained haircut. The length was even all the way around and it had that prickly-soft texture. The last notable feature of his face were his eyes. They shared a similar shade of hazel, constantly switching between green and blue. His eyes reminded himself of a mood ring. <br><br>"Yez," Kyle said, walking up to the counter. He was wearing a very cultured ensemble of clothes. A polyester and rayon button-up that buttoned only half way, exposing a dark undershirt, blue or black depending on the lighting. It clung to him in the right places. Broad shoulders and a thick chest, Kyle was healthy for an almost eighteen year old. The tail of the outer shirt was not tucke in, but he wore a belt around some loose fitting, dark denim jeans. Those fell in a bunch around a pair of canvas shoes which matched the grey sheen of the shirt he wore. A saddlebag hung to his side, carrying little, as he had not been to class yet. <br><br>"Well," the woman spoked, "let's get you to homeroom. We don't want you to be any more late, now, right?" Her accent amused Kyle, just as much as his probably amused her. The young man nodded and leaned against the counter, waiting for the lady to get him ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 06:53:35</strong>
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				Ariya went quickly to her first period class and sat silently in her seat at the back of the room, slowly taking down the notes that her history teacher was writing on the board. She'd been going to this private school for three years now and in those three years, not much had changed. She swept the white strad of hair from her face when it fell into her eyes. Too many times she'd heard people whispering about her as she passed and though she knew a lot of people here, she did not consider any of them friends. Her green eyes glanced up at the board at the front of the class every few moments to make sure she was missing nothing important. History was not one of the subjects she found that came easily to her, so she had to work a little harder in this class to please her parents. They were always expecting more out of her and so she complied by getting the best grades she could so they would leave her be.<br><br>Ariya's gaze was slowly drawn to the window. She wished class would be over soon, actually she wished the day would be over so that she could go home. Her parents wouldn't be coming to pick her up for an hour or two, so she could stand on the grounds or in the school and do whatever she wanted, within school rules of course, without having to deal with everyone who thought she was no more than bad news. She preferred to be alone nowadays, that way she could do what she wanted and be herself without having to alter herself to fit in with everyone else, that and the fact she really didn't know how to make friends. She was better off alone. <br><br>The door to the room opened, ripping Ariya away from her thoughts. She frowned slightly as the secretary entered the class with an oddly dressed boy behind her. After a moment of quietly talking to the teacher the class was informed that the strange boy was an exchange student from Europe. Ariya rolled her eyes. Apparently someone had forgot to tell him there was a dress code. She had never been fond of the crimson outfits everyone had to wear, but at least the boys outfit had pants. The girls were forced to parade around in skirts every day. Some of them might not have minded, but Ariya hated it. <br><br>Every girl in the class had sat forward, except for Ariya. She knew they would try and get his attention. Any new boy that came their way was a new challenge and they loved every minute of it. Ariya would be lucky if he happened to smile at her before he found out about her.<br><br>“Why don’t you introduce yourself to the class?” the teacher suggested, seeming intrigued himself. “What has brought you to America?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 07:18:30</strong>
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				Kyle's bag was a little heavier. A few sets of uniforms were tucked neatly into one of the larger pockets, but the secretary had decided not to make him change, for the sinple fact that he was already late. The hallways were empty; lined with lockers, it was rather lonely. The promptness of the secretary did not allow his eyes to linger. Her patience was waning with Kyle and she eventually grabbed his shirt and began pulling him past various literary arts classes and science classes. Eventually they entered another hallway that led into the history department. Without a chance to even look where he was at, Kyle was drug into a classroom that he couldn't even identify the number for. Then he was just left standing, feeling oddly out of place with the sea of crimson and white before him.<br><br>Kyle's head jerked, looking rather surprised as the teacher spoke to him, but he jumped again when the secretary brushed by and gave him a pat on the arm, for good luck. "Danke," Kyle called after the secretary, who hurried posthaste back to her comfortable chair. The young man turned to the teacher, who motioned that he should face the class. The young man turned to the eager eyes that watched him, taking note of those that looked really interesting. But the most interesting wasn't even looking at him. The teacher gave a terse cough and brought Kyle back from his thoughts. <br><br>"Hallo," he said, nodding around the room. He adjusted the strap on his bag and gave a nervous cough. "My name... is Kyle. Kyle Kololick. I vas mainly raised in Germany," his accent made it sound like 'jer mahnee' "and, I've, ah... I have come to America, to..." He waved his arms a little, thinking about the proper verbal expression of his thoughts, "To find out what makes America zo beautiful." The 'l' rolled a little longer than he intended, but he smiled and scratched the back of his head. He stood, waiting patiently for instructions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 20:44:46</strong>
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				(OOC:&nbsp; kind of short, sorry I had writer's block, but I wanted to get the reply up for you. I will do better.)<br><br>Ariya watched as all the girls giggled as he spoke. His accent was going to make him even more appealing to them. Ariya smiled at his reasoning for coming to America. He was quickly going to find that the glamour of the country faded rather quickly. Ariya did not think there was anything special about her country. Maybe if she actually got a chance to travel she might appreciate it more. <br><br>“Well Kyle, we welcome to America and our school,” Mr. Haver said after the new student had finished speaking. He lifted his hand and pointed in Ariya’s direction. “Why don’t you take a seat next to Miss Scott at the back and we’ll get back to our lesson. I am sure she would be willing to help you catch up.”<br><br>Ariya felt the glares from the other girls in the room as their teacher suggested the seat beside her. She looked down at her notebook, her face flushing slightly. This was the last thing she needed. Every girl in this room already hated her and she did not need for them to look down on her more. She doodled on her paper, not daring to look up at him. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 22:01:37</strong>
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				Kyle nodded, spying the seat as soon as the teacher gave him Ariya's name. The young man began squeezing between bodies, a certain few purposely making the trip more difficult. Kyle smiled at a little blonde that thrust her shoulder into his path. She gave him a wink and his smile faded. He pushed by her, but felt her eyes lingering. Kyle scowled, then stumbled forward after a guy stuck his foot out. The exchange student recovered, his hand shoving the desk backward that he was supposed to sit at.<br><br>The chair clanged against the back of the wall, and spurned silent laughter out of a couple jerms that happened to associate themselves with the original prankster. Kyle straightened up and turned around, smiling innocently, affirming his safety as the teacher looked at him questioningly. He sat down, nodding and making himself seem perfectly fine, even though he had every urge to go back and give the jerk what-for. <br><br>Kyle finally settled, and pulled out his one notebook. The papers were mostle filled with abstract designs and scribbles. Kyle lingered on thumbing through until he reached a blank sheet of paper. He began looking at the board and getting a confused look. The pencil began scraping through the air, immitating the figures on the board, but not writing anything down. Kyle turned to Ariya, his free hand tapping on her desk. Then, soft words, barely audible over the lecture, asked: "Can you tell me what, uhm.. iz on ze board?" There was one flaw to his language barrier, he couldn't read the cursif that the teacher used. It was the most basic form of cursif, textbook even. Kyle just was not too keen with it, at any rate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 03:43:41</strong>
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				Ariya looked up when Kyle tripped and fell into the desk. She gave him a small smile as he sat down and turned her head back to her notes while Mr. Haver started his lecture again. She quickly jotted down what he was saying, printing in all capital letters. She had very neat printing. Her first year here other students had often photocopied her notes to pass around class because they were easy to read and study from. She let her thoughts wander instead of listening to the teacher. She could not help but wonder what would happen with the new student. He would surely be accepted by the females. He would be swarmed by them. Depending on his extracurricular activities he may make friends with the boys. He would not be her friend after today. She was sure of that.<br><br>Ariya looked up as Kyle tapped on her desk. Her green eyes met his and she leaned toward him to hear him better. It took her a moment to figure out what he wanted but she smiled and nodded, tearing the page out of her notebook and handing it over to him. She could rewrite the note later. Hopefully he could read her writing. <br><br>“Can you read it?” she asked, waiting for his reply. She wanted to make sure that helped him, if not she would have to find another way to convey what was written. She was sure Mr. Haver would not mind if she was helping him. He had already asked her to help catch him up for the class as long as she was not distracting his entire class.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 05:18:51</strong>
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				Kyle was taken aback by Ariya's generosity to share her notes, but he was confused why she seemed so disinterested, and how she understood him so well. Kyle knew he didn't speak very well, and he was surprised she had heard his whisper. Those hazel eyes peered across the paper, before his fingers delicately picked it up. Her handwriting was very neat. The spacing between her letters was almost perfect. He wondered if one of her parents was a type writer. Kyle set the paper on his desk and began writing, but his words were being scrawled out in some mutant form of English/German that would definitely not pass a quiz.<br><br>Kyle nodded, responding to her question. His eyes raced over the paper, while his hand continued to scrawl his own deviant shorthand, but his attentions split once more as he verbally recognized her grace, "Your pen... it iz very beautiful." Pen being short for penmanship. Kyle's eyes flashed in her direction and a smile follwed, his eyes fell back to the paper and he continued to scribble. When he had finally caught up, he slowly handed the paper back to her. <br><br><br>Kyle's eyes drifted back up to the board and immediately assumed a gaze of innocent ignorance. The new words looked like giant ovals and squiggles. He turned back to Ariya and laid his head on his arm, his hand covering his head. Kyle looked like a shy child, "I... It iz, zo diffacault to read hiz... chi- hen-scratch." Kyle was embarrassed, visibly, that he was asking for so much help already. His eyes had turned to a dull green, showing his discontent for his situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 06:01:01</strong>
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				Ariya watched his trying to quickly copied her notes onto his page. She was relieved that he could read her writing. She was not sure how else to help him if he had not been able to. She turned back to the lecture to continue taking notes so she would not get behind. Mr. Haver’s class was not easy to pass and if she did not get good grades her parents would become even more unbearable.<br><br>Ariya looked over at him, whispering a thank you as he complimented her writing. It had been a long time since anyone said anything to her that was not a condescending remark. She was use to the glares from girls as she walked down the hallway and the looks she got from the boys. Everyone said the same things about her. She would be sad when he began picking on her too.<br><br>She smiled and took her paper back, tucking it into her notebook for later as she went back to copying. When he spoke to her again she stopped and turned to him. She smiled and nodded in agreement. <br><br>“I have had him for three years, so I am pretty good at understand it now. I can lend you my notes after each class if you want,” she offered. She did not know why she was bothering. He was not going to stay talking to her, but school had gotten lonely. It was nice to talk to someone, even if it was only for a day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 21:15:46</strong>
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				Kyle's eyes lit up, her offer striking a chord where he didn't have to feel guilty about asking for help. The student's head lifted, a new color in his eyes. He listened to the teacher explain things, but his slow translation tome allowed him to write down little. Eventually, Kyle dropped the pencil and leaned forward, placing his arms atop his desk, then resting his cheek on them to look at Ariya. His eyes still resembled sapphires. Very slowly he spoke again, soft and just under the teacher's own volume:<br><br>"I vould prefer... uhm... to read you. I mean... your pen." Kyle smiled nervously, as his words didn't process his entire thought. "Sorreh," the young man said, trying to further ammend his mistake. "And... danke. Thank you, for ze help." <br><br>Kyle jolted suddenly, he head sliding off his hand and he slipped almost out of the desk. The exchange student's head snapped around, staring at another male student beside him. Kyle's jaw set, but the tacher stopped his lecture and asked, "Mr. Privall? ...Is everything al-?"<br><br>"Its fine, sir," Mr. Privall said. "I just thought our new friend was falling asleep." The student's eyes narrowed and Kyle understood. He lifted his head a little and smiled warmly at the teacher. The instructor nodded and continued. Privall scoffed quietly and turned to face a female that he was trying to convince that he was a better choice to hit on than the German. Kyle, a look of dejection on his face, turned his head slightly and whispered to Ariya, "These people are such doucje-bags." Kyle, of course, referred to everyone that seemed set at making his life miserable.
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 04:35:19</strong>
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				Ariya was surprised to see the hopelessness leave his face when she offered to share her notes. She had never seen anyone so happy to be taking notes for class. Then again, if she had gone to Germany she would probably be having the same difficulty he was having trying to understand the teacher’s writing and probably a bit of his speaking, she would be grateful for someone’s notes as well.<br><br>She smiled as he stumbled over his words, trying to tell her he would like to read her notes. His accent was cute and added to his charm. He was going to win over every girl in the school with a simple greeting. She would be a little sad when he would not talk to her anymore. It was only a matter of time before they turned him against her.<br><br>Ariya went back to her notes, but her attention quickly flew back to Kyle when one of the boys next to hit decided to take a shot at the exchange student. She rolled her eyes. The boys at this school were very immature, then again what could you expect from a bunch of rich kids at a private school. She was sure he would be accepted into their ranks soon enough. It went the same way with every new student.<br><br>“It will get better for you,” Ariya replied giving him an encouraging smile. “It happens the same way all year. You’ll fit in soon enough, don’t worry. You’re just a little threatening right now.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 05:15:26</strong>
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				"Da..." Kyle cut himself off before he said something he shouldn't have. His attentions were divided, however, as he realized there was a faint tapping on the leg of his desk. The exchange student turned from Ariya and looked to the foot that was attached to the body of the boy who had kicked his desk earlier. The immature rat was trying to win the affections of his crush by doing this. Privall gave Kyle a smug nod and smiled just as snootily. The look on the student's face gave Kyle a disgusted feeling in the pit of his stomach. The exchange student turned back to Ariya, his eyes coated with a mischievious gleam. Kyle grinned.<br><br>"Sorry, bud," Privall whispered, "Just trying to keep you out of the witches dream-sleep." <br><br>Kyle whispered to Ariya, not even acknowledging the fact that he spoke, "You are nize. Very, very..." The grin turned into a devilish smile as he forced himself to violently sneeze, his own foot driving into the foot of the other boy, who yelped and thought he heard a distinct crunch. Kyle turned to the boy, hunched over his desk and said loudly, "Gazeuntight. ... Or whatever you say here." The last part was barely above a whisper, intended only for Privall to hear.<br><br>The teacher only smiled and continued, but Kyle turned back to Ariya, "Now, it iz not ze problem. I never wanted to fit in." Kyle paused, adjusting himself in his seat and assuming a pose where he could admire the girl next to him. "Very nize, yes. Miz Scott? Right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 04:15:00</strong>
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				Ariya’s gaze shifted between the exchange student and the other boy. She knew what he was doing. He did it to every new male student to come to the school. It did not help that Kyle had chosen to talk to her instead of anyone else. The entire school had alienated her. They made sure no one got close to her. Over the years there had been a few who had tried, but they always had ulterior motives. She suppose she was partly to blame for that.<br><br>Ariya smiled as Kyle got back at Privall. That would lose him some popularity points with the boys. Privall was in the group that seemed to run the school. Derek was their ring leader. Ariya knew how they operated and tried to stay clear. She did not want to be caught in the middle of them again. <br><br>“You might not want to fit in, but you will,” she said as her smile fell away. Her eyes went back to her paper as she jotted down a few more notes. “Everyone fits in once a bit of time has passed.”<br>Ariya knew the last bit was not completely true, but she did not feel like telling him that she was the outcast. He would know as soon as the girls out their hands on him and they would at some point. He could not avoid them forever. She would not be surprised if he knew by the time lunch had ended. <br><br>“Yes, you can call me Ariya,” she replied, glancing over at him. Her green eyes linger for only a moment before looking away. “I’ll give you my notes after class.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 05:04:59</strong>
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				Kyle looked at Ariya as she spoke, a look of innocent confusion on his face. His eyes had changed from their extreme shade to one very neutral. He sighed when she finished and turned, looking at the board and seeing nothing but swoops and swirls. It looked nothing like the Times New Roman on the computers. Before he strained his eyes trying to understand, the german student turned back to the girl sitting there. She was mysterious to him. Aluding to what would happen to him and saying little about herself.<br><br>"Vell... Doz dat mean zat you," Kyle paused and smiled. He shook his head, looking at Ariya with a sincere expression, "I am bastardizing your language." He said with a chuckle. He distinctly heard a sob from Privall behind him, who had buried his head in a book to hid his moment of sissyness. Kyle had attracted some more stares because of it, but two of the five were definitely malicious.<br><br>"Zo... Are-ya... Ary... Ar-i-ya, zat is a beautiful name zat I am giving no justize to." Kyle rubbed his eyes and continued smiling. "Danke. Thank you... but... how iz it zat no one likes my speaking to you?" Kyle shrugged, leaning over a little bit and adding, "I enjoy it immenzely, don't vorry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 05:54:51</strong>
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				“No, it doesn’t,” she answered honestly, but did not bother to explain further. She did not care to go into her history at this school. She preferred to convince herself that it had not happened, but at least ten times a day someone reminded her. They could not leave her in peace for long.<br><br>“Thank you. You’re English is not that bad,” she said, a light blush crossing her cheeks as he complimented her name. It had been a long time since anyone had said anything remotely nice to her. She might actually miss his company when they took him away.<br><br>“It’s a long story and probably not one I should tell in class,” Ariya replied with a small smile. It was a story she did not plan on telling him at all. He could hear it from everyone else, or at least one version of it. At that point his view of her would change his opinion of her. He would stop all communication with her, or at least that was how it had always happened. She doubted he would be any different. “I am sure you will know soon enough.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 20:32:31</strong>
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				Kyle pursed his lips and gave her a disapproving look. He leaned away from Ariya and looked to the board, the teacher writing more notes on the board. Kyle pulled at his shirt, a pensive gesture as he tried to understand the words written versus those spoken. It still made no sense, and he continued getting a headache from the very thought of those swoops and swirls being letters. Kyle gave a sigh and turned back to Ariya. She was much easier to figure out, or at least more fun than trying to decipher the illogical calligraphy on the blackboard.<br><br>Kyle continued whispering to her, but he expressed a little more than just a question. Genuine interest. "Vie vould I hear it frum somebody elz?" His voice was curious, quizzical. "I vould much prever if you were the one to zay it."<br><br>Out of nowhere, a ball of paper struck Kyle on the side of his head. A look of malice crossed his face as he turned and tried to find the culprit. Everyone had turned around and left Kyle without so much as a glance. His rapport was not starting off very well, but he still picked it up and unfurled it.<br><br>It read rather plainly: Meet us behind the gym after school. <br><br>But the script was so blurry and muttled that Kyle couldn't make all of the characters out. A look of frustration was on his face as he read the note and his free hand grabbed his chin as he struggled to read through the ink blotches and wrinkles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 05:15:21</strong>
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				“You will hear it from them, because they will get to you first and once they do, everything I say won’t matter,” she whispered back without looking over at him as she wrote down more notes from the board. This conversation was going somewhere she did not want to discuss. She was surprised she had even let it get this far. “You should not be talking to me now.”<br><br>Ariya saw the wad of paper hit him in the side of the head, though she had not seen who had thrown it. It could be any anyone in the room really. The teacher’s back had been turned and everyone was intrigued by the exchange student’s presence, though it different from positive to negative feelings. <br><br>Ariya leaned over and took the paper from his hand. She could barely read the words; she doubted he had any idea what they said. She smoothed the paper out and wrote the words over again beneath the hastily scrawled ones. She passed the note back to him with a sympathetic smile. This would either be about him or about why he was talking to her. She hoped for his sake it was the latter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 05:51:02</strong>
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				"Iv I asked you," Kyle spoke slowky, reading the letter in his hand, "to meet me in ze outzide of ze gym, vould you come?"<br><br>The question posed no logic. He knew for a fact that he was brand new, and Ariya had had nothing more than a simple conversation that she kept trying to duck out of. Kyle's eyes skimmed over the paper before he crumpled it up. On the other hand, Kyle was not using this to gauge their relationship already, but he assumed her answer would be 'No.' It made sense to him. It was logical. <br><br>Kyle took the paper wad and dropped it behind his desk. He leaned closer to Ariya, his voice getting a little softer, "I don't know your story, and I don't vant to know from aneevone elze. Even if zey said you bonked a pony."<br><br>Kyle pulled away from her and began to fake write things, occupying his mind a little from the awkward events transpiring his first day here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 20:21:08</strong>
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				“I don’t think that is a great idea. They want you, not me. My presence there would not be looked favourably upon,” she replied with a quick glance in his direction. She really did not want to discuss this. Especially on his first day here. He could learn what he needed to from others and never speak to her again. She could handle no one talking to her. It made life simpler some days, a little lonely, but that bothered her far less than having the complicated relationship with friends that she’d had when she had first come to the school. “I think it would be better if you went alone, like they asked.”<br><br>“And if the story was that instead of a pony, it was every guy in this school, what would you say?” Ariya did not have to wait for his answer. Much to her relief the bell rang, signalling the end of class. She packed away her textbook and handed him her notebook. She had a different one for every class, so it would not affect her ability to take notes in the other classes.<br><br>“Give it back tomorrow when you’re done,” she said politely as she picked up her bag and slipped it onto her shoulder. “You can keep boring them until you don’t want to anymore.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 20:53:16</strong>
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				Amongst the noise of the bell and everyone getting up to leave, Kyle fought for words to say. He couldn't find anything, the girl just got up and left. Surely it was rumor. She seemed too nice to be lumped in with those whores who continued to give him lustful stares. He stacked the notebook on his desk and stood, trying to get his stuff ready and chase after Ariya. A look of confusion on his face. Kyle grabbed his bag and the book and tried to step away, but something caught him by the back of the collar. It was Privall, fuming.<br><br>In an instant, Kyle was recoiling from a blow to his face. Revenge for stomping on Privall's foot. The exchange student stumbled backward and bumped into a desk. The teacher was busy erasing the board for the next class and missed everything. To Kyle's dismay, Privall exitted posthaste and left him in a group of individuals who were gawking emphatically. Kyle growled and pushed through them. Just as he hit the door, the secretary almost bounced her head off of his chest. They both jumped and stared at each other.<br><br>"Oh my," the older lady spoke, "Go change, sweetie. And then come up to the office."<br><br>Kyle looked up and down the hall. Ariya and Privall had both disappeared. The student turned back to the secretary and nodded, smiling innocently and headed to the nearest male restroom. The old lady smiled back and began pushing through the masses of students to get back to her comfortable chair. <br><br>Kyle changed without issue and left, walking towards the office. There he was interviewed by the headmaster and was even bought lunch. Ariya's notebook never left his hands. Even as Kyle enjoyed a hamburger from a place called Burger King. He thought it was odd that he get such nice treatment. <br><br>Kyle remained detained the entire day, making friends with the office workers as he discussed the various aspects of Germany and Ukraine. Finally, at the end of the last class, they allowed him to go. Kyle gave them all a valediction in Russian and headed to the gym. His mind never being able to leave Ariya or the note. <br><br>When he arrived, there were a few guys smoking, Camels by the smell. Such privy worms, Kyle thought. As he began walking up to them another group of individuals walked up. Several females and two guys from class in the morning. One was Privall. He walked with a noticeable limp. <br><br>"You all okay dere?" Kyle asked, a smile creeping onto his lips.<br><br>"Fuck you."<br><br>"Zorry... I dont zwing dat vay."<br><br>Privall lurched forward and hauled his fist through the air. The girls shrieked at Privall, but he missed his mark and recieved a headbutt from Kyle. Privall fell over, holding his nose. He sobbed audibly, while his friends laughed. The girls still had a worried expression on their face.<br><br>"Vat is this? Zum clu ob rich pricks?" Kyle asked, his spectators. The laughter died and their gaze finally became visible. They had no intention of accepting him. They wanted to own him. The had blood in their eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 21:34:56</strong>
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				Ariya slipped out of the class as quickly as she could and headed down the hallway to her next class without looking back. The rest of the day however her thoughts remained on Kyle and if he would go to the gym after school.&nbsp; By the time the end of the day came around, she knew she had made up her mind. She would not feel right leaving him to go alone, so after her last class she headed out toward the gym, slipping out the door of the school and around the back where he had been told to meet whoever sent him the note. However, when she stepped around the corner, she instantly regretted it.<br><br>“Well well, if it isn’t Ariya, the private school whore,” one of the boys said as he moved forward through the group toward her. Ariya shifted slightly on her spot. She should not have come. She knew better than to get involved with anyone who went to this school, but she had been worried about what they may do to the exchange student, especially after he had been talking with her. “Have you come to get to the new kid a little better?”<br><br>“No, I just...” Ariya let her sentence trail off. He would see through her lie anyway, he had always been able to. She took a step backward, holding onto the strap of her bag tightly. Why hadn’t she just gone home like she had wanted to? He would have been fine and if he was not then the school would have taken care of it. They did not want one of their first exchange students being beaten up on his first day of classes. It would look very bad in the paper.<br><br>“Don’t lie. You came here to fuck him, didn’t you?” he snapped as he stopped in front of her. Her green eyes met his blue ones, but she had no answer for him. He had light blonde hair and a perfect tan. He was the captain of the football team at the school and therefore the ring leader of everything. How she had ever let herself be sucked into his games, she did not know. “Why don’t we give him a little demonstration then?” <br><br>Before she could reply he pushed her up against the brick wall of the building and dropped her bag to the ground. His lips met hers in a rough kiss as his body pinned her to the wall, cutting off her escape, not that she could leave anyway. Derek got away with whatever he did when it came to her. He’d been blackmailing her since her second year. <br><br>One hand slipped beneath her skirt and grabbed her ass as his right moved to her chest. She could hear the girls laughing as she forced herself to kiss him back. She could not make him angry, not if she wanted to graduate this year and not have her parents find out everything she’d done. Derek released her just as quickly as he had forced her against the wall.<br><br>“What do you think new boy?” he asked, grabbing Ariya’s arm and pushing her in Kyle’s direction. “You want to give her a try?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 22:49:33</strong>
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				"Ye av got te bekidding."<br><br>Kyle watched as Derek abused the girl, the girls laughing, the boys staring lustfully after her. Kyle's jaw was agape, the sight nauseating as it unfolded. The exchange student turned around, stepping over the fetal Privall. What was he doing in America? This was not the paradise he imagined. The hazel-eyed student averted his gaze and dropped his pack. His fingers let slip the notebook and he turned back to the group, unbuttoning his coat. A couple of the guys in the group started popping their knuckles, perceiving his actions as a threat.<br><br>When Ariya was shoved at him he quickly stepped forward and caught her in his jacket, wrapping her up and making sure she didn't fall. Kyle set her steady and turned back to the group of juveniles. Kyle's turn to fume was not.<br><br>"You don vant ta know what I think, ye fucks," he replied coldly to the boy named Derek. His eyes were aflame. He couldn't care about the impressions he got from getting in a fight. Some people needed to learn their place. Kyle loosened his tie and untucked his shirt.<br><br>"Whoa!" Derek called out, his eyes taunting, staring down Ariya. "I never knew you'd defend the school slut. Besides I-"<br><br>"The only whores here now, are dose tramps right dere."<br><br>The girls quieted and turned a focused gaze on him. Their voices seemingly lost before one chimed, "He really is an ass." Then, "Kick his ass."<br><br>"Come on, ladies," Derek said, trying to gain control of the situation. With no luck, of course. The girls were not used to being picked on and they sought blood. In the meantime, Kyle rolled up his sleeves, revealing a very interesting tattoo on one arm and a number of intricate scars on the other. The prep boys looked at him with a more curious gaze. Kyle's own eyes were searching for which one to hit first. Kyle was out for blood, especially after seeing their maltreatment of Ariya.<br><br>Privall had gotten to his knees and lurched forward, grabbing Kyle's waist, hoping to keep him stationary while someone else joined in. Before the others could react, Kyle had chopped the numbskull across his forehead with a sharp elbow.<br><br>"That's not good," Derek noted with a grimace.<br><br>"Vell? ... Vat do ye hope to do vith me? Vith her?" Kyle had his fists clenched with a very limp body of Privall at his ankles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 03:46:05</strong>
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				Ariya did not dare look up from the ground as she was pushed toward Kyle. She knew her face was red from embarrassment. She had not wanted him to see anything that he had. It was one thing for him to hear it from others, but to see her actually kissing Derek and basically confirming everything he said about her was another. <br><br>Her eyes snapped up as he wrapped his jacket around her, her shock clearly showing on her face. She had not been expecting him to defend her. No one ever had before, mainly because they wanted to fit in at this school and defending her was a quick way to be blacklisted. <br><br>Ariya couldn’t move as he fought the other boy, in particular Privall, who had not seemed to have learned his lesson yet.<br><br>“You have this all wrong kid,” Derek said as he finally managed to silence the girls who were screaming for a fight. “Tell him what we all know Ariya. Tell him how he’s just defending a slut.”<br><br>Ariya knew that tone well; he’d used it on her before. He was having a hard time controlling his anger and he would take it out on her later if she let it continue. She took a slow breath and slid Kyle’s jacket off of her shoulders and held it back out to him. All the emotion had disappeared from her face as she looked directly at him.<br><br>“He’s right,” she replied, making sure she sounded convincing. Derek could make her life hell in twenty-four hours, if one more student thought she was a slut as a sacrifice then it was one she had to take. “There’s not much more to me than that.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 05:05:54</strong>
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				Kyle turned to Ariya, his gaze steady, his eyes blood-thirsty. This was a sick joke, one that he didn't want to play anymore. Jaw clenched, he pursed his lips, removing all empathetic notions from his face and he asked in slow and even tones, "Is dis prick... the reason vor your bad rap? ... Did he jus' use you vor his sick game zen spread rumorz about you?" <br><br>His accent was thicker, coated with an insatiable rage for what he was seeing. Kyle's eyes narrowed, his attempt to find truth to anything she said being obvious, to her only. He demanded the truth, silent and furious. <br><br>The scars on his arm were from tattoo removal and a few knife wounds. Kyle was a seasoned fighter when it came to jerks and degenerates. Behind him rated the lowest scum on earth. They made America un-beautiful.<br><br>"Tell me, please, Ariya..." Kyle had not passed judgement on her, his words proved it, he just needed her cooperation or else he'd beat away her fears with his bare hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 00:46:26</strong>
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				Ariya did not know what to tell him. The truth was out of the question right now, she could not afford the repercussions that came with it. She looked away from him as he spoke, closing her eyes. Why did she come here? This was only going to get her in more trouble.<br><br>Someone grabbed her hair suddenly and pulled her backward, making her scream. On this side of campus though, no one would hear her.<br><br>“Okay, maybe she’s not quite the whore I make her out to be,” Derek snapped as he gave her hair a rough tug, making her wince in pain. “You might think you are doing her a favour right now, but really all you are accomplishing is making things worse for her. You can’t just tell a girl she’s a slut and expect her to be one. There is a lot more to it than that and I promise you that if you breathe a word to anyone who might want to help her, she’ll be gone from this school in a day.”<br><br>Derek moved his right hand to her neck and released her hair the tore open the front of her shirt. Ariya’s eyes widened as she attempted to claw loose the hand around her throat. She did not one what he had planned, but at this point she just wanted to go home.<br><br>“Please Derek...” she mumbled, hoping to get his attention away from Kyle before he did something stupid.<br><br>“Shut up,” he shouted at her, his grip on her neck tightening slightly. “You can join the fun or walk away, those are you two options if you don’t want her to get hurt.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 01:17:21</strong>
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				Kyle's eyes widened in shock and he stepped forward. But he avoided doing anything brash. At least, not yet. As Derek offered the ultimatum, after forcing her to strip and holding her tightly around the throat, Kyle's mind went to work. His face assumed a very devious sneer, his eyes glaring at Ariya as he stepped forward, starting to unbutton his shirt. Derek seemed somewhat taken aback by this, but warmed up to the idea, retaining his suspicions. Kyle moved closer to Ariya, his shirt falling to the ground, exposing his broad chest.<br><br>Kyle was visibly tense, ready to enact his plan. If they wanted him to join in and fit in, he was going to indulge them. Kyle was going to make them regret their very existance. A calm hand touched Derek's, telling him he could take it from here. To Kyle's surprise, his grip had loosened. To make his act more plausible, the exchange student slowly replaced Derek's hand with his. Although as soon as his flesh touched hers it became sensual, much, much less violent. Kyle's eyes stared into Ariya's, hoping to find her trust. <br><br>As Kyle replaced Derek, the football captain turned to his friends and offering his hands in victory. They had another initiate. Even if it was only for a year. Everyone was getting exceptionally excited, probably to Ariya's dismay. They felt they were going to be getting a show, perhaps one they could join in on. Derek turned bodily back to Kyle to see how far along they had gotten, but he froze, and all excitement died from the crowd.<br><br>Instead of grabbing Ariya's crotch, which he imitated, Kyle's hand had grabbed Derek's own package. Immediately that wierd bile rose in his throat. His sour face couldn't be hidden. <br><br>"Tell yer goons to leave," Kyle demanded, squeezing Derek's scrotum painfully. "You vill be vise and allow us te settle her betveen you and I."<br><br>Derek, a man in every sense of the term, was about to become a woman. Kyle squuzed Ariya's neck reassuringly and then released her. She was free. Derek was soon pinned against the wall, much in the same fashion as Ariya had been. With a whine, Derek waved his goonies away. They were reluctant, even the females.Their eyes could't leave the scene. Kyle squuezed harder and Derek gave a squeal. This urged them to move faster. Which, they did.<br><br>"You're vite the li'l beetch, yah?"<br><br>As they disappeared, Kyle turned to Ariya, a smile on his lips. It was genuine.<br><br>"You are wery pretty," Kyle sounded apologetic, "vut I am not a van ov rape."<br><br>His accent was thicker as he hid his anger. Kyle's free hand reached up to Derek's throat, it was time to... negotiate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:26:05</strong>
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				Ariya was shocked when Kyle began removing his shirt. She had not thought he was like all the others she had met in the school. For a moment she forgot Derek was holding her as Kyle’s shirt slipped from his shoulders to the ground. Was he really going to use her like others had? <br><br>Ariya noticed the change in grip as Kyle’s hand replaced Derek’s, though it did not calm her nerves. Her fingers wrapped around his arm, hoping his grip would not tighten anymore. Derek and his group gave a cheer, but within moments all of that changed. <br><br>Kyle released her and she stumbled away from him slightly, pulling her shirt back together. The buttons were ripped off now, so it would be impossible to keep it there without her holding it. It took her a moment to figure out what was going on. When she saw Derek pressed against the wall and Kyle holding him there. <br><br>“No Kyle!” Ariya yelled as she grabbed his arm, trying to pull him off of Derek. “You don’t understand. I can explain everything, but you have to let him go. He’ll ruin everything if you piss him off.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:52:11</strong>
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				"I vill... for you," Kyle said, releasing his grips on Derek, hose eyes were larger than the $1 jawbreakers you get from vending machines. "But... iv he pisses me ov... I'll make im a voman."<br><br>Kyle withdrew completely from his, his eyes darting back and forth. Without anyone else there, Derek had no back-up. He could only express the truth, something that Kyle deserved to know. He had dove headlong into this mess, something he was going to regret, he knew. Kyle stood between Derek and Ariya, but kept the football jock against the wall. Kyle remained tense, ready to lash out in case something went wrong. Derek understood, now, that Kyle was bigger than he was, in many ways. <br><br>Kyle could turn Derek's life into Hell for the entire year. <br><br>"Vell?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 03:25:21</strong>
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				Ariya was relieved when he let Derek go. The jock chocked slightly, rubbing his neck. Even though he was along now she could tell he was furious. She was going to pay for this later, just how bad it would be would depend on if she could get Kyle to back off him completely or not. <br><br>Derek pushed himself off the wall and moved away from them, making sure to stay clear of Kyle’s grip. He shot a glance at Ariya, his eyes darkening once more.<br>“I’ll see you later,” he snapped and walked away, still rubbing his neck. <br><br>Ariya grabbed her shirt again and wrapped it around herself. She would have to get her parents to purchase a few more shirts for her from the school tomorrow. For a moment she did not say anything to him. She did not know where to start. <br><br>“They’re not lying when they say I’m the school slut, it’s just... not by choice,” she said finally, looking down at the ground as she spoke. “Derek could get me kicked out of the school with what he has or he could send it to my parents. I have to keep him happy if I want to make it through this year. I know you think you were helping and I appreciate the thought, but you’re only going to get me in more trouble if you make him angry.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 04:13:29</strong>
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				Kyle became visibly disheveled, his gaze wavering as he looked at her, thoughts racing through his mind at blinding speeds. He was silent for what felt like a long time, his eyes begging for answers to the questions still floating around. The exchange student soon pressed his hands against his face, trying to physically wipe away his confusion, but that didn't work either. Kyle's fingers dragged his lips as he pulled his hands downward, eyes of a dull color staring at the girl, Ariya. Her words sank like a ton of bricks and were just as hard to digest. What he didn't believe, she was saying was true. Even with the condition, he didn't know how he felt anymore.<br><br>"Vat?" Kyle asked finally, his mind still in the process of wrapping around her words. "You ver... forced? I'va nein... no idea ov vat to do. Vy... how does that douche av control ov you?"<br><br>Kyle was stunned, his body scarcely moved and even shook as he walked to the pile of his clothes and grabbed his own shirt. Because of his undershirt, he felt comfortable handing her his shirt. It was large, but at least it offered the convenience of being able to button.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 04:40:47</strong>
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				Ariya looked up at him as he spoke. He seemed shocked at what she had gotten herself into. She knew she owed him an explanation for it all. He had tried to help her at least. If it was just the fact that she had been outnumbered he may have succeeded. <br><br>“I was home-schooled until I started freshman year here. I’d never had any good friends, but I wanted them. I did some things I shouldn’t have to get them. Nothing illegal, just against school rules. Derek has proof, a dvd to be exact, of it all. He’ll send it to the school and my parents if I upset him enough and I can’t let that happen,” Ariya replied, hoping that explained a bit to him. She took the shirt he held out for her and thanked him softly for it.<br><br>“I understand if you don’t want to talk to my anymore,” Ariya said as she slowly did the buttons of his shirt up. She bit her bottom lip slightly as she searched her mind for the right words to say to him, sorry did not seem like enough for having to drag him into all of this. “I didn’t want you to get involve, not like this.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 21:44:56</strong>
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				"But..."<br><br>Kyle growled, his head throbbing painfully as he tried to wrap his mind around everything. Okay, she was forced into doing things because she thought she would fit in better. Right? No, it was wrong. Morally. And for someone to record it and then blackmail another to get whatever they wanted was infuriating. Derek became Kyle's mortal enemy at that moment.<br><br>"Vat am I supposed to do?" Kyle reluctantly seceded from his violent intent and even more hesitantly took her advice to understand and not make things worse, for the time being at least. Kyle looked at Ariya with a mixture of hate for her situation, his newfound helplessness, and an urge to just leave and go back to Germany.<br><br>"I though av America... being zo beautiful," Kyle said, somewhat pathetically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 14:37:36</strong>
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				Ariya dropped her eyes back to the ground. This was the last thing she had wanted to happen. She had not gotten Derek angry in over a year and for the most part she was old news and he left her alone. <br><br>“I don’t expect you to do anything. This is the way things work at this school and no one can do anything about it, not you, not me,” Ariya answered. She wished there was something more she could tell him. Something that would not make this place seem as bad as it did to him now, but nothing came to mind.<br><br>“America is like any other country. Anywhere you go there will be people using other people. You can’t get away from the nature of humanity, you can just change the scenery.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: More than a language barrier (AidenConners and TenchuFall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TenchuFall</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 20:15:05</strong>
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				Kyle stepped back, leaning against the wall, his tense body gleaming with the light of a fading afternoon. He couldn't begin to force himself into defeat. He was even tempted... no, he would. Those eyes suddenly flashed an intelligent hue, gleaming a fiery green. And a smile parted his lips. Soon, his words carried to her, resolute. "Vait, vait... vat iv... I vound hiz 'evidence' and disposed of it?" <br><br>There were only two flaws to his plan. First, and foremost: where did Derek live? Secondly: how many copies were there? Kyle did not mind resorting to delinquency, it was a much better alternative than seeing this girl suffer through her last year of school. It was supposed to be fun. But what was more fun than causing a bit of trouble? And, especially, seeking vengeance over the boy who held your life in limbo for a duration of time Kyle couldn't fathom. He immediately pushed from the wall and started grabbing his things. He threw his jacket on and left it unbuttoned. It seemed he was set on this plan of action. <br><br>"You know vere he lives, yes?"
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