Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]
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				Title: <strong>Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 02:17:12</strong>
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				He couldn’t really remember when he started smoking, but at this point that particular detail didn’t seem to matter. The air conditioning the library overpowered the scant protection of his t-shirt, clean and sterile and freezing and god<em>damn</em> if he wasn’t ready for a cigarette. His pencil, rocked between his middle and forefinger, clattered noisily against the table. His skin tingled, and he tried to blame the cold. <br><br>He listened to Beau talk. At the very least, he tried to listen to Beau talk. It was important. He should be listening. He should be studying this Spanish. Studying meant good grades, meant passing, meant no more awkward conference calls between the old man and his teachers. Get through this class, and all the others, and the end of the year. That was it. He just needed to focus—let Beau help him, not distract him.<br><br><em>”So how long’s it been for you, fairy boy?” The question was smug, asked around the lip of a beer bottle, slipped through a salacious grin. <br><br>Jesse tapped his own bottle, brows furrowing. “Seriously?”<br><br>“Seriously, dude.” <br><br>He worked his shoulders up and down, slouching further against the tatty futon. “Since the break up.” <br><br>Alex laughed, a harsh burst of sound that boiled out of his lungs. “Shit, son—can’t be that hard for you to get over it. Can’t tell me you haven’t even </em>looked<em> at anyone.” Alex had deceptively sharp eyes. He could make a person think he was watching, even if he could see them. Maybe that was why they kept hanging out. Maybe he felt like Alex was paying attention. <br><br>Unfortunately, at the moment, he really was paying attention. “No one? Come on.” Alex swayed towards Jesse, intense eyes narrowed. “No mistakes? No mornings after? No shameful walks…?” A few more seconds of silence, and the older boy rocked just close enough to hiss teasingly, “I don’t belieeeve you…” <br><br>“Okay, fine.” He rolled his eyes, and his head spun. “I guess, uh…there’s this kid. Um, Beau. </em>Beauregard<em>. He’s in a couple of my classes, but I could never…what?” <br><br>Alex’s mouth turned up smugly, eyes focused somewhere on the wall above the television as he began to fish through his pocket. “Seriously, dude?”<br><br>“Yeah, seriously! He’s—he’s hot, I can’t—what?” It was alcohol or embarrassment, but his cheeks were blazing as Alex pulled out his cellphone. <br><br>“Beau,” Alex laughed, head lolling back, “let me tell you about Beau.” </em><br><br>The steady rapping of his pencil dwindled down to a slow tap-tap-tap as his eyes wandered up Beau’s arm, settling below his jawline. The other boy was talking, explaining. It might be easier to listen without Alex’s pictures filing through his head. Without trying to avoid too-long glances at Beau’s mouth. Without the burning curiosity to reach out and—fuck, he needed a cigarette. Or a lay. A cigarette. Fuck. <br><br>“I don’t—“ Jesse blurted, dropping his pencil to rub the bridge of his nose. To his relief, the noise cut (most) of his thoughts short. “I don’t get it. I don’t get the conjugations. You’re going too fast.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 05:30:34</strong>
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				Beau wasn't quite sure why he had picked the library as their location to study that afternoon. Well, he supposed he did, because it was quiet. The downside was, it was always so cold in here, and the cold seemed to be distracting his peer. Beau pressed on with his lessons, hoping that Jesse would at least get something out of today's tutoring session, although at the moment it seemed like this was going to be a waste of time.<br><br>It wasn't like he didn't like spending time with Jesse. He had gone out of his way to be a friend to the other teenager when he had first arrived in town, although maybe not out of entirely altruistic reasons. He had told himself at the time that it was because he wanted to protect his reputation as a nice guy, but he wasn't so sure about that now. He had had a crush on Jesse for a while now, so maybe that had been the motives... to get Jesse to notice him and like him.<br><br>Whatever the reasons were, he was now perhaps Jesse's only "friend" at school, although that was probably a push. Of all the people Jesse hung out with, he probably had the least contact with the other teenager outside of school, but he was the only one that had stayed in some contact with the other male despite what had happened to him, good and bad. The only contact he really ever had with Jesse now was studying sessions, which were basically the classes that Jesse didn't pay attention through.<br><br>Beau wasn't getting paid enough (or anything) to teach the other student, and he didn't really want to be a high school teacher, anyways. College professor, maybe, but that was at least second on his list of potential careers. He wasn't sure what was first, but it wasn't teacher of any ilk.<br><br>"... and then you have... Jesse, are you listening to me?" Beau asked, having ignored the pencil tapping up until the point where it started to slow. He eyed the other student, who seemed distracted by... something. <em>His flavor of the week, probably,</em> he thought with a bit of jealousy, although he quickly shoved that away. He was not the type of guy who got jealous over someone else having the attention of the guy he liked. He was not the type of guys to even like other guys, at least not where his peers were concerned. To his classmates, he was a nice, helpful, <em>straight</em> guy. He was never jealous, always friendly, and someone that everyone should aspire to be.<br><br>He started a bit when Jesse dropped his pencil abruptly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He caught the pencil as it started to roll of the table they were sharing, and set it back on his worksheet.<br><br>"I'm not going to fast," Beau replied, trying to hide his annoyance. "If you paid attention in class a little more, this wouldn't be that hard. It's simple stuff, and it's all really well laid out on the worksheets." Which, somehow, Jesse always managed to keep track of and organized better than most people expected.<br><br>Still trying hard not to show just how frustrated he was, Beau shoved a hand through his dirty blond hair, raking his bangs out of his face. He just wanted to go home. Or at least go outside, where he wasn't freezing his ass off. But he couldn't, because they'd both wind up more distracted than they clearly already were here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 07:48:38</strong>
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				He pressed his eyes closed, savoring and hating the unwonted image of his own hand pushing through that hair. Beau's innocent dig at his attention span snagged just underneath his skin, and he latched on to the negative feeling like a drowning man to a lifesaver. It was somewhat sobering. He puffed out his cheeks and slouched further into his chair. Uncomfortable chairs. <br><br>"I pay attention fine." He mumbled, thumbing absently through the well-worn textbook. He didn't, but that was well besides the point. "We just can't all be <em>español</em> savants like you." A heavy, dramatic inhale as he brought his attention back up to Beau, mud-hazel eyes half-closed. "You're going too fast, and I don't get it." <br><br>Even as the disdainful tone seeped out of him, Jesse knew he was being ridiculous. He didn't always have them, but there were moments of perfect clarity when the assholery was too obvious to be missed. At this particular moment, it was practically written across the inside of his eyelids. Beau was...a nice guy. Didn't deserve to have his time wasted. Yet here he was, wasting his time, playing good Samaritan. That was his M.O., his role in the confines of high school walls. <br><br>Jesse pinched his eyes shut again, ran through all the times Beau was the nice guy. His first day, his first semester--study sessions, missed notes, building schedules, visiting nurses. Good kid. Good guy. Always said 'Hi,' always asked how you were doing. A goddamn white knight. He listed off the instances in his head, tried to remind himself that of all people Beau did not deserve to have his afternoon blown on a dipshit with half a brain and half a boner battling it out for attention during finals season. <br><br><em>"You have got to be kidding me." He wanted to look away, wanted to have a modicum of respect for the straight-up obscenity of the digital document. "How did you--"<br><br>"He was drunk off his ass." Alex hummed happily, biting once at his lip as he (re)examined the cellphone picture. "</em>God<em>, it was pretty tho. Glad I took the damn photo--it's like a--a memory aid, you know, a..."<br><br>"A mnemonic device." Jesse grumbled in absent response. He reached over Alex with one hand to take the cellphone, draw it back to himself for a moment of quiet observation. The tiny grainy picture didn't provide the details of a flushed face, didn't do any just to the mottled color of his hair, didn't even begin to pick up a sheen of sweat--but it was definitely Beau. Social, sweet-- "I thought he was straight. I thought </em>you<em> were straight." <br><br>The lackadaisical shrug that he got from Alex did little to assuage the churning just below his lungs. He couldn't quite pick out what was causing the internal tangle--guilt, shock, anxiety, (god-forbid) excitement. At the time, he only shook his head, let his mouth hang open and breathed deeply. "You took a picture of your own dick." <br><br>Alex laughed again, full and loud, and grabbed his phone back. </em><br><br>The anxious, nervous, guilty--excited knot bundled inside him again now, and Jesse shook his head, set his jaw and wired his long fingers over his mouth. This was a <em>terrible</em> fucking time to think about these things. "Listen, can we take a break? I need to have a, uh, a...break." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 21:08:35</strong>
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				"I am not going too fast," Beau replied, frowning a little bit. He was going at the normal speed he usually tutored Jesse at, which Jesse never had issues with when they were working on other subjects. Of course, it never seemed like he had other things on his mind like he did right now, but that was probably more of the issue than Beau going too fast.<br><br>"Look, I'm not a savant of any kind. I just pay attention in class and I do the homework and I study more than two days before major tests," he said quietly, really trying to hide the annoyance he had right now. He really could be using this time to study for his own finals, although he didn't want to leave Jesse in the lurch like this, especially with Spanish. It was a subject that not everyone understood easily, unlike Beau who, admittedly, understood Spanish better than a lot of other students in his class. That was more because he studied frequently and managed to work the skills of Spanish into his head in ways that made sense for him.<br><br>He wished he could figure out some way that it would work for Jesse, but he couldn't get in the other teen's head the way he wanted to sometimes. Other times, he wasn't so sure about that. There were times when Jesse would drift away with this... look on his face. Beau wasn't sure what the look meant, but it was one of those things he knew he would be better off left in the dark about.<br><br>And this was one of those times, that he wanted to know what was going on in the other teens head, but at the same time, knew that it would probably be best if he didn't ask about it.<br><br>"Alright, ten minute break," Beau finally agreed after a moment of considering the other boy's request. This way, Jesse could get his head together, and Beau could run through the flashcards he had made for his History finals. And eat the package of gummy fruit snacks&nbsp; in his bag quickly as he did so, since he was starting to feel a bit hungry. He was glad that his little sister had tucked it in his bag now, although he had been a little embarrassed to find the pink package of Disney princess-shaped snacks in his bag at lunch earlier today.<br><br>Food technically wasn't allowed in the library, but a small package of something could be easily smuggled in unseen and eaten silently. Beau pulled out the stack of notecards and then quickly opened the package of snacks and hid it under his Spanish worksheets, going through the stack of events and names and dates and popping princesses into his mouth from time to time.<br><br>For a six year old and a bratty little girl at times, she could be cute and very kind from time to time. Every once in a while, she managed to slip something into his backpack for him to find at school. Most of the time, they were very girly things, that made his friends laugh at him when he pulled them out without knowing what they were, but sometimes he didn't mind so much. Despite the bright pink packaging. And although he was laughed a little bit at by his friends, it had gotten to the point where they weren't too surprised when the teenager pulled something pink out of his bag anymore. They knew it was his sister.<br><br>Didn't mean that Beau didn't wish she'd get out of the pink, frilly phase and move onto something else. Some other color.<br><br>It didn't take him long to run through the flash cards, since he knew most of the information on them already, and was only running through them to make sure the information stayed fresh in his head. He glanced at his watch when he finished his break and waited for Jesse to return from wherever he had disappeared to a while ago.
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				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:05:41</strong>
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				The penitent burn of cigarette smoke and the sunshine set him at relative ease. There was a door from the library to the outdoors; it had to be propped to keep it open and unlocked, but the librarians didn't usually notice kids sneaking through. It was a favorite escape route of Jesse's during study halls like this one. Plus, if he really craned his head and squinted his eyes, he could still see Beau just around a bookshelf. <br><br>Out of the sterility of the library, his brain started to function more reasonably. He was just being hormonal. And judgmental. And prejudicial. And unreasonable. There was probably any number of unflattering adjectives that applied to him at that very moment. Pinching his cigarette between his lips, shielding it from the slight wind with his palm, Jesse inhaled heavy--resolved with the breath of filthy, scratching air that he was going to put his mind entirely to study, and only to study. Wasn't going to waste anymore of anyone's time today. He exhaled the binding signature in a thin plume and snuffed the cigarette against the brick wall. <br><br>The external door swung open easy, however, and the stifling AC bit cruelly at his resolve. He wet his lips anxiously and preceded back to the table. <br><br>"<em>¿Qué es eso?</em>" Jesse asked in a sharp whisper as he approached Beau's chair from behind. A little bloom of pride opened in his chest that the little Spanish burst didn't sound entirely stilted. "<em>¿Qué está comiendo?</em>" He let his hands rest on the back of Beau's chair, just behind the other boy's shoulders. At the glimpse of a pink package stashed under the worksheets, a snort of laughter burst from his mouth. Jesse reached over Beau for the wrapping, unmindful of the cigarette stink clinging to his clothes. "Dude, what the shit is this? My Pretty Pony snacks?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:22:55</strong>
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				Absently, Beau rubbed his arms to try to warm himself up a little bit, but was unfortunately mostly unsuccessful. He wanted to finish this tutoring session up soon because he was really getting cold. Where the heck had Jesse disappeared off to? Beau craned his head around the library for a moment, then sighed and went back to his flashcards, running through them another time to get everything into his head so he could do other things later that night other than study for finals.<br><br>He'd probably flop down in the backyard and enjoy the evening warmth for a little while or something. See if anyone called him for shit to do, because he wouldn't mind going out and visiting with some people if it came to that.<br><br>Beau started in surprise when he heard the whispered Spanish from behind him. Pretty good Spanish, for someone who claimed that Spanish was hard. He turned his head to look at Jesse as the other student approached from the exterior door, which didn't surprise him too much. He had probably been out having a smoke, like usual. It wasn't really a secret that Jesse was a smoker - he didn't smell overwhelmingly of cigarette smoke most of the time, but once in a while Beau caught a whiff of the scent on his clothes. That, and he was frequently sneaking out during study breaks and getting in trouble with the teachers for doing so.<br><br>"Look, it's from my sister. She's six and she likes to slip things into my bag when I'm not looking," Beau explained quickly, putting a hand over the snacks to Jesse didn't snatch them and reveal to the librarians, if they were actually watching him, that he was breaking school rules about food in the library. It wasn't like they would leave crumbs lying around, but still. They were sticklers about stuff like that. "And they're Princess snacks, not whatever the Pony things are. They're the only ones she'll eat, for whatever reason. They're all the same anyways..."<br><br>He suddenly became aware of how Jesse was leaning over him, and squirmed a little in his seat. "Look, can we just get back to studying? I'm freezing my ass off in here."
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				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 05:07:53</strong>
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				"You said ten minutes break." Jesse mumbled, ducking his head to see the nearest clock. "We've still got...a minute and a half. Besides--" He had begun to stand straight again, but Beau's slight fidgeting caught his attention. He bit his lip and began to withdraw his arm much more slowly than necessary, keeping his palm never more than two inches away from Beau's own extended arm. As he continued, he kept his head lowered close to the better student's ear. "--It doesn't seem like you took that much of a break." <br><br>He nodded his chin towards the flashcards. "You're like a machine. Gotta set of tools for a study session, just in case you get a break in your study session? Hardcore." <br><br>With that comment, he eased away from Beau's chair. His own, he tugged just slightly closer with his foot, slouched into with his legs open and head lolled back. For such a relaxed posture, it felt incredibly affected. Jesse crossed his arms, partly to close off his posture, and partly because the position did little to retain heat. It was much warmer with Beau in front of--beneath him. The thought tickled him, and his mouth quirked into a halfsmile before he could stop it. <br><br>[oh god, so short, so late, so aaaaaasssss. SO SORRY.]
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 06:16:02</strong>
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				"Yeah, I said ten, but you came back before so it's your own fault," Beau countered, trying to suppress a shiver that wasn't entirely from the cold. Jesse was just <em>too close</em> right now. Beau didn't like smokers due to the smell that clung to their clothing, but Jesse was different. The smell of the smoke combined with enough of the other teen's own scent that it wasn't so acrid to his nose anymore - in fact, he kind of liked it when it was Jesse nearby. He'd never admit it, of course, because that was just <em>weird</em>.<br><br>He swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat when Jesse spoke directly in his ear, since he could feel the brush of the other student's exhalations against the shell of his ear, which girlfriends had discovered was a sensitive spot on Beau. Another thing he'd never admit.<br><br>"This is your study session, not mine," Beau countered after a short silence he used to gather his scattering thoughts. "I already know the material, so this is all just review for me. And it's not like I'm actually studying these, I'm just making sure I've already got everything in my head so I can just flip through my mental Rolodex and get what I need." He paused again, then shook his head. Rolodex? That was a word his mother used. "Mental catalog. Whatever."<br><br>He shook his head again and organized the papers on their shared table again, so he could look at what they had done so far for Spanish. "It's just a method that works for me. I don't like cramming because then I'm sleepy the next day and crap for company." And that much was true - Beau needed at least seven hours of sleep a night, preferably more, or else he got particularly snippy with people around him, and nobody liked a snippy Beau.<br><br>He pointedly ignored the slouched, casual posture, although he wished he had the opportunity to just bask in Jesse's relaxed attitude for a minute. He looked... actually kind of attractive. All "devil-may-care" like, a bad boy like his reputation said. And Beau couldn't help but be attracted to that in a guy.
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				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 03:09:10</strong>
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				Beau sounded defensive--a little jumpy maybe. The muscles in his shoulders relaxed, his confidence inflating with Beau's slight discomfort. It was a cruel bolster, but Jesse was getting to a point where he took whatever advantage he could in any situation. This most often entailed finding a way to set the other party off kilter. With teachers, that was often as easy as asking one question too many. With his dad, it was challenging his occupational absence. With Beau, apparently, it was getting too close. <br><br>So he scooted his chair closer. Not too close--just enough so that when he leaned his arms on the table, his hands folded less than a foot from Beau's. He rapped his fingertips against the table, pinky finger flicking out to scrape the clean edge of the worksheet stack. He ducked his head, narrowed his eyes. Smiled. <br><br>"Sorry to be such a damn inconvenience, Beauregard. Maybe you should just go. What's your bedtime? Seven? Eight?" He drawled. "I know how fucking effervescent you gotta be to keep up with those kids you run with." Jesse paused to pointedly once-over Beau. He wet his lips, shook his head. "But you're always around to help me out. Awful sweet of you." 
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 05:30:19</strong>
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				Beau cast a glance at the other student as he continued to relax and moved closer. He wanted to move away, but he knew enough about Jesse to know that the other student would just move back into his space. Normally the proximity wouldn't bother him that much, but he was a bit too focused on how much he actually liked the other student, so he was reading a little too much into it right now. Not a good idea, all things considered, but it was too late to really do anything about that right now.<br><br>He stiffened a little when Jesse started picking at him, and shot the other student a bit of a glare. Now Jesse was making fun of him - he knew that much, and he didn't appreciate it at all. He really needed to end this session before he wound up snapping at Jesse and gave the other student more fuel to annoy him with.<br><br>"Look, okay, let's just get back to this," Beau said shortly, knowing that his discomfort was probably very plain to Jesse at the moment. "The library closes in half an hour and then we'll have to find somewhere else to study if you still want help with this stuff." Already the school library was starting to empty out, and the librarians were busy straightening out the shelves and the tables that students had recently vacated. "And it's getting late and I'm sure you're not going to want to study for too much longer."
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				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 07:20:42</strong>
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				God, <em>yes</em>. The gesture worked out wonderfully, and Jesse hooked himself into the advantageous affectation. Holding his nearness, he pulled one hand through his mouse-black hair, right foot sliding out to tap the outside of Beau's foot. Beau wasn't moving but he definitely looked spooked, like a bird freezing before it flies away. Still smirking, Jesse momentarily closed his teeth around one of the knot-bracelets roped around his wrist. <br><br>"So why <em>are</em> you always around?" He ignored Beau's insistence on studying completely. The guilt over harassing a perfectly harmless near-friend drowned helplessly in the wake of his steadily swelling control-satisfaction. "Do the teachers ask you to bring me to the bright side? Do you want to save me from myself?" His smirk widened humorlessly. "Or do you pity the lonely, neglected stoner kid?" <br><br>In all honesty, he wasn't particularly rebellious against society. Certainly, he had his fair share of underage drinking and illegal smoking, but he wasn't spiraling out of control. At least, not as far as he could tell. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't aware of what his peers assumed of him. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 16:14:38</strong>
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				"You didn't exactly seem to take issue with my help your first day," Beau shot back, shuffling and readjusting his feet under his chair when he felt one of Jesse's bump his under the table. "It's not pity. I would have done the same for anyone else who had looked as lost as you did at the time." Well, he probably wouldn't have made himself as readily available if he hadn't been attracted to Jesse, but that was something that the other student really didn't need to know.<br><br>"You're the one who asked me for help in freshman biology," Beau said after a minute, trying to calm down just a bit. It was a little difficult when his heart was beating hard enough from the proximity that he could hear it in his head. Thank God that Jesse couldn't, and he at least looked like he had had some level of control over himself. The tenseness, however, was probably a dead give-away, but he couldn't force himself to relax.<br><br>"Nobody else wanted to work with you that year in class, so I was always paired up with you for labs and stuff. You were also the one who complained about your Spanish grades and how you kept having to go talk to teachers and stay after school and stuff. I just stepped in because I was tired of it." And maybe he had felt a little bad, but feeling a little bad and flat-out pity were two different things. "I never tried to save you from yourself." And if he had, the first thing he would have wanted to change were the frequent smoking breaks that Jesse took. He couldn't touch the underage drinking thing, since he was guilty of that himself, on a few occasions.
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				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:04:28</strong>
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				As they ran cursorily through the instances, he did remember going to Beau of his own accord several times--not that his legitimate need for assistance in these courses was false. If Jesse was smart enough to get through this work on his own, he certainly didn't realize it himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't have held onto the connection with Beau...probably. No, definitely. After all, up until about two months ago, Jesse still had his boyfriend, so what other reason would he have had to prolong the academic arrangement? <br><br>Jesse sat up halfway, resting his arms on his open knees to position himself marginally closer. It was a considerably smaller move than his last two, but Beau did need a little time to acclimate before his head burst. "So it seems like we've got a problem besides my terrible performance in class--" Not too much time, of course. Grasping the top of Beau's chair with one hand, Jesse leaned forward. He even had to rise a little off his seat to get his face just across from Beau's, a little lower. His other hand rested on the model student's chest, patted once in a patronizing way. His grin was hazy, sardonic. "--You just don't know how to say 'no.'" <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:29:43</strong>
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				There was silence for a minute, and Beau relaxed. Jesse had probably taken the response at face value and maybe now they could get back to actually studying. Beau wanted to get home before five so his mom could get to cooking dinner without having to keep track of his little sister at the same time, something which usually wound up with disastrous results in terms of food. He shuffled the papers around again and put the one they had been working with on top.<br><br>The student looked up when he saw Jesse moving closer - just a little bit - in his chair, and found that the other student was now resting his elbows on his knees and leaning in. He blinked curiously at him, then instinctively leaned back when Jesse leaned closer still, putting a hand on the back of his chair. What was he doing?<br><br>At his words, Beau scowled at him and shoved him away - not too hard, but hard enough to get his point across, that he wanted to be left alone. "I came here to help you out, Jesse, not to be harassed. If that's what you want to do, fine, but I'm done helping you for today. Maybe for the rest of the year if you don't get your shit together and stop bugging me." He quickly started packing his things up, feeling angry with himself for rising to the bait that Jesse had set, but what was done was done and apologizing right now would kill his pride. Beau may have been a nice guy, but his pride wouldn't allow him to back down from his current stance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 06:56:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shove, while not violent, was jarring--rocked him in a way that shook up his thoughts and jump-started his heart beat. For a second, his internals all stilled. Maybe it was a fight-or-flight sort of reaction, but it felt a hell of a lot like thrill. When his breath came back to him, his skin started buzzing, and it took him a split second to realize that Beau was packing up. <br><br>He must have really dug the other kid up. Whether it was the explicit contact or a word too far, the reaction excited Jesse. Made him was to grab Beau's wrists and hold them back, <em>really</em> get in his face and see how he'd fare--get him a little dirty. Dirtier. But that certainly would not do now. Jesse laughed out a sigh, reaching to pinch shut the open zipper of Beau's backpack to stop him from packing up. <br><br>"Hey, hey, hey..." He flashed the most winning smile he could possibly pair with his amusement. "I didn't mean anything by it, relax. You know I can't live without you. Relax." Anyway, he sincerely doubted that Beau would be able to avoid helping him out. Worse to worst, he could just get a teacher to mandate it. He patted the table and added with more sarcasm than sincerity: "I'm sorry." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 17:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beau gave Jesse a stony glare when the other student pinched his bag shut so he couldn't keep packing up. And he couldn't exactly leave, either, since Jesse would probably pull on his bag if he tried to walk away with the rest of his things in his hands until he could find somewhere to finish packing up. Like his car.<br><br>The scowl didn't disappear, even after Jesse tried to smile and get Beau to "forgive" him. He wasn't going to back down this time, even if he had in the past from relatively more mild annoyances, because he could tell that the other student was trying to get a bigger rise out of him. He didn't sound the smallest bit sincere with his apology.<br><br>"I'm done for the day, Jesse. I mean it. I'm going home, and you should do the same," Beau said evenly, collecting the last of the papers on the table and sliding them into his notebook. "Now give me my bag back. I'm not playing this time." He waited for Jesse to make the next mood, trying to get control of himself and not simply grab the bag from the other student and storm off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 20:24:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smooth pitch, the sure words. The tone reminded Jesse strongly of his mother and the heady, monotonous voice she used to tell everyone she was in control. <em>Everything is fine, dinner is almost ready, I'm not crying, I put your bag by the door, you're going to make the bus on time.</em> His smug expression softened somewhat, but his gaze fixed more intently on Beau's face. <br><br>The steady stare served dual purpose: first as an answer to the harsh glare that Beau dealt him in response to his halfass apology, second as buying him a few seconds for decision making. Beau was ready to go. He should let Beau go. But he didn't want to. Maybe because Jesse wanted to win. Maybe just because he wanted to touch him. Maybe because he was lonely. <br><br>Jesse laughed at himself, and chose to chase all three solutions. He stood partially off the chair, releasing Beau's bag to seek out the blond's jaw. Not playing. Beau was <em>not playing</em> this time. Jesse responded in a murmur, "Neither am I." And he leaned forward to take a kiss. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 20:51:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse was up to something, or was planning so he could get up to something. Beau was pretty sure of it. He had gone still and quiet, and was watching Beau, and the stare unnerved him a little bit. What was going though his head? And why had it wiped the smug expression off of his face? Should he be worried?<br><br>For a split second, Beau thought that he'd be okay, when Jesse released his hold on his bag. But he missed the half-raise from the chair and it wasn't until he had stepped closer to reclaim his bag and found a hand on his jaw that he realized his mistake. Jesse had a hold on him now, and he froze a little bit, long enough for Jesse to land the kiss on his lips.<br><br>"Woah!" Beau said when his mind finally caught up with what had happened and he stepped back, stumbling over his own feet in his haste. "What the hell?" It wasn't like he didn't like the kiss, because he did. He liked it a lot. It was more of the fact that he wasn't sure if Jesse was doing it because he wanted Beau or if he wanted to control the situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 23:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he'd decided to go for it, Jesse himself wasn't sure of the exact reason for the kiss. He still wasn't sure. Wasn't sure as he hopped lightly over Beau's chair to try to close the gap between them again. Beau stumbled, and Jesse's arms tensed--reached out for Beau again (to balance him, of course, only for a little more balance) as he chastised with a whisper, "Shhh, we're in a library." <br><br>Whatever the reason, the close contact had eased the knot that had been building in his stomach. He could feel a nervousness tangling up in his insides again with Beau's shocked reaction, but there was a distinct feeling that he could completely relieve it by getting a little closer. "Listen," he took little steps closer; there was only so far Beau could back up before he hit shelves, "I'm sorry." His mouth curled into a grin like smoke, wider with every inch he gained on the other boy. "Why don't you stick around."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 06:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beau quickly regained his footing after the stumble, particularly when he saw Jesse hop over the chair he had been sitting in and come towards him. No, he definitely didn't want to be touched right now, particularly by the other student. Who knew what he'd do this time when he got his hands on Beau.<br><br>"It's your fault!" Beau protested, although he did keep his voice down. He kept backing away from Jesse, since he seriously didn't want to be kissed again (at least not in public, or until he figured out of Jesse was just messing with him or was serious - probably just messing with him), and after what had just happened. "No, you're not sorry, and no, I'm not going to stick around." Of course, he couldn't get around Jesse to get at his bag, and as he looked behind him, he realized that his decision to pick a corner in the library was no longer serving him very well. He was pretty much backed into the corner between the windows and a bookshelf. "Let me go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 08:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shh," he hushed again, more as a mantra than an actual mandate. Jesse threw a glance over his shoulder, just to be sure there was no staff or studentia milling around nearby. They had a good fifteen minutes before the librarians would come sweeping through, shooing all the students out of the building for the day. His attention back to the matter at hand, he very blatantly ran his gaze up and down Beau's person, eyes shooting up and around to fully realize the perfect containment of the location. Not the smartest move on Beau's part, but he could live with Beau dumbing a little down. <br><br>The insides of his wrists just barely skimmed the fabric of Beau's shirt as he stretched his arms past the other boy's shoulders. The window squeaked softly as he ground his hand against it for support, other palm clenching the bookcase. A nice, warm little cage. When he realized he was close enough to feel Beau's breath, he pulled his head back, turned a bit to the side to keep his still-carcinogenic breath mostly to himself. He wasn't completely inconsiderate, after all. "Getting kinda pushy, aren't you, Beauregard? Not even a please. I'm surprised." A mock-scowl. "I think you might be hanging out with the wrong crowd." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 18:19:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not kidding, Jesse," Beau said. "Let me go, or I will call for help and call you on harassment." As much as he didn't want to call that sort of attention to himself and to Jesse, if it got the other student off his back, he'd do it. He really just wanted to be left alone and to go home where it was safe so he could figure out what Jesse was up to. Other than causing him severe discomfort, which he was pretty good at to begin with. He didn't need to practice it on Beau to prove it.<br><br>"Either that, or tell me what you want, and then let me go," Beau said after a minute of silence, trying to think his way out of his current situation. Sure, he could duck under Jesse's arm, but that would mean he'd have to get closer to the other student and risk getting within reach of getting grabbed for whatever reason. And if Jesse realized what he was up to, that was probably very likely. "Come on, seriously. Just let me up." He certainly wasn't going to say please or apologize for anything he had done "wrong" because the situation really didn't warrant it.&nbsp; Jesse was the antagonist here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 19:26:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Buzz</em>kill." <br><br>At this point, it was press forward or relent completely. The latter only promised awkwardness, probably for the rest of the year. The former promised uncharted territory--possibly awkward, but possible something else entirely. <br><br>Jesse pressed forward. "I <em>want</em>..." He withdrew his hand from the window, drew his fingertips featherlight from Beau's shoulder to stomach. His palm splayed out just below the ribs, pushed in, solid. "I want straight A's. The end of school. Preferably with some sort of <em>decent</em> memory to hang on to from this place." He led with his chin, ducking his head forward to brush just next to Beau's ear with his nose, his mouth. "Come on. I know stupid's a little hard for you to do, but--" The hand at Beau's stomach slid around, kneaded at his side. "--I'll bet you could manage just fine if you tried." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 19:39:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beau froze as Jesse's hand came off the window and onto his body. No... no no no he didn't want to be touched. Particularly not in the manner Jesse was touching him. It was far too intimate, too antagonizing, too... something. Something he didn't really like, although he didn't particularly dislike it either.<br><br>"What do you want me to do? Stop working hard during school and just give up my good grades? No!" Beau protested, just before he felt Jesse's lips against his neck. He gave an involuntarily shiver at the contact, and bit the inside of his lip when Jesse's hand moved to knead his side. "Stop fucking with me, Jesse." He was honestly just about ready to scream rape, as embarrassing as it would be.<br><br>Maybe he should give up the nice guy act and shove his way out so he could grab his bag and get out of the enclosed area of the library.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was complaining a bit, but he still stayed put. That had to mean something positive as far as Jesse was concerned. His pinky finger slipped into one of the back belt-loops of Beau's jeans, and he tugged gently to bring his hips closer. "I'm not saying that," he laughed against Beau's neck, "I'm just asking for right now. Just the afternoon. Just relax for a second." A press of his lips over the blood-beating vein, another at the top of Beau's jaw, and Jesse pulled just an inch away. Touched the corners of their mouths together. Hitched his thumb into Beau's jeans. "Just kiss me, kid." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:24:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beau could feel Jesse manipulating his body position, tugging on his jeans to get him to move closer, and the young man found he couldn't really say no. Well, he could have, but he didn't particularly want to. His breath caught a little as Jesse's lips pressed against his neck again, warm and a little chapped against his skin. No, he was not going to let himself enjoy this, and his hands came up and pushed at Jesse's shoulders, trying to get him away so he could think. "No. Fuck off, Jesse."<br><br>Once had efficiently pushed Jesse far enough away to make his escape, he quickly ducked away and darted over to his stuff at the table, packing up the rest of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 22:47:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Beau shoved past him, Jesse's limbs went loose like a dropped marionette. An internal heat buzzed through him, cutting the cold left by Beau's sudden absence. The warmth birthed from something like anger, but more like embarrassment--the variety to which all rejected boys are susceptible. He stood stock-still for a moment, even until he heard the resumed rustle of Beau packing up. He bit his tongue, and dragged his hands over his face like it would wipe away his rising, humiliated blush. <br><br>A few seconds and a few deep breaths and he turned, sauntering lazily back to where Beau scrambled to go. At a normal, conversational volume, he asked, "So is that what you told Alex Marshall?" A brief pause as he dug out his cell phone. "You know. When he told you to suck his dick." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 04:59:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keys... keys... which pocket had he put his keys in? They were in his bag somewhere, because he had a tendency to play with them when he got bored, and that was not a good idea in class or when he was going to tutor Jesse in Spanish. Beau was so preoccupied with looking for them in order to put the last leg of his escape into action, that he didn't see Jesse still completely for a minute before dragging his hands across his face. Or see him saunter over until he was right there.<br><br>Instinctively, Beau tensed, hand on his bag, ready to rush out of the library when he realized just how close Jesse was again. Of course, the other student didn't lean in to grab him; instead, he dropped yet another bombshell, this one a little more of a big deal than the other one had been. How did Jesse know about Alex? They had both been drunk! Well, Alex apparently not as much, but Beau would have thought he would have noticed if Alex had taken a picture with his phone, which seemed to be the case as Jesse was digging out his own.<br><br>"W-what?" he asked, taking a step away from Jesse. "How do you know about that???"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 20:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, well." He affected a disinterested tone, only looking up to Beau briefly before turning his attention back to the mobile device. He continued in a monotonous lilt, "No secrets between friends. And all that." <br><br>His lungs were tight, clenched in embarassment and anger and a not-small amount of morbid self-satisfaction. Alex had sent him the picture--a favor between pals, he'd said at the time. Jesse brought it up now, clicked his tongue softly. "And I mean," he continued, pointedly staring at the small screen, "you look <em>so</em> good. It's a great angle for you." A theatrical repositioning of the phone, lining it up with Beau's head. "So what--how did Alex get so lucky?" <br><br>He snapped the phone shut, shoved his hands back in his pockets and stared at Beau with faux puzzlement. "I mean, last I checked, you guys hardly know each other. Seems a little fucking <em>stupid</em>, if you ask me. I'm sure the parents are so proud." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 22:58:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh shit.<br><br>That was the only thought in Beau's head, and it was playing on an endless repeat. If Jesse didn't get what he want, Beau wouldn't put it past the other student to go public with what he had found out about Beau and ruin his reputation. As much as he hated to believe he was so full of himself that he couldn't live without other people paying him positive attention, he knew that he'd be miserable with people whispering about him and how much of a "fag" he was.<br><br>"I was at a party, I was a little drunk, my ride was still having fun, and I wanted to leave. Alex was heading out, I asked him if I could get a ride, he said sure, but he pulled over maybe a mile from my house and told me to suck him off. Like I said, I was drunk, he convinced me that I'd enjoy it, so I did. I sucked him off," Beau said finally. He wouldn't say whether or not he had enjoyed it (which he had).<br><br>"My parents don't know about it, and I'd prefer to keep it that way. What do you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 18:24:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed, mouth janking sideways. "I'm not going to point out the obvious flaws in expecting Alex to be completely sober at any given point in time, or dwell over the fact that you both claim to be straight..." He fell quiet for a moment, simply watching Beau's expression, unblinking. <em>God</em>, he was winning so hard. Lazily, he turned, sat against the edge of the table to face the window. One hand raised to beckon Beau over, to take a seat next to him. "C'mere." <br><br>What <em>did</em> he want? More importantly, what <em>was</em> he doing? It wasn't straight-up blackmail just yet, but the conversation certainly seemed to be heading that way. Beau didn't deserve this. His conscience kept scratching at him--leave the kid alone. But, now--so close to having things go his way for once in a goddamn year--it was fairly easy to pretend that the nauseous nervousness turning his stomach stemmed from excitement and not fear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Opposites Attract [Nimmy and Whitaker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimmy</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't claim to be anything," Beau replied warily. "People just make assumptions about me. Alex, on the other hand, whatever. He seemed sober enough at the time, and from what I can remember, didn't seem to be speeding or swerving all over the place, so it's not like we got pulled over by the cops." Which is a good thing because that would have been a disaster, considering Beau's parents would have killed him for being stupid enough to let someone else who was drunk drive him home.<br><br>He sighed when Jesse beckoned him over to the table, but went. There wasn't much else he could do, after all, since Jesse had dirt on him that he REALLY didn't want getting out. He sat in one of the chairs, but pushed it a little away from the other student, just to put a little distance between them. It was better that way, at least in his mind, because it would appear that they were talking about whatever, instead of the truth, which was that Beau was practically getting blackmailed.<br><br>"What do you want, Jesse."
			</dd>
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