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Her eyes scanned the parking lot, it was habit. She moved and started walking up the stairs. Kalia lived on the second floor with her parents. She was, after all, only in High School. It was Sunday, her parents weren't home, off doing their 'us time' somewhere in the city. While Kalia was left to get some groceries that they needed. She had been carrying the two big heavy brown paper bags for three blocks now, but she didn't complain. She loved walking, and running for that matter. She ran sometimes for her High School, but mainly she did it for fun.

Blowing a strip of dark red hair that escaped from her low ponytail out of her face she pushed the staircase door open. There were four floors of the apartment building, two rooms on each floor. A new neighbor was moving into the apartment right across from hers, she saw the moving truck in the parking lot and had heard rumors. Kalia's purple eyes looked over to the neighbor's door, but quickly focused on hers. Her arms were starting to ache from carrying the groceries and she wanted to get into the apartment.

Kalia was wearing a nice form fitting dark blue t-shirt that read 'You have the perfect face for radio' in orange lettering across her chest. She had lush breasts that were slightly constrained by the sports bra she was wearing. Her dark blue jeans had holes in the knees and her black tennis shoes looked well used and comfortable. She wasn't really tall, but not real short either, sort of in average range, maybe on the shorter end of things. She was rather beautiful, and she refused to wear makeup most of the time, considering it a slight hassle to do it every day. She had a soft tan over her skin that seemed it would be soft. Kalia also prided herself in being fit, because of her running.

Fumbling for her keys that hung off her pants she miscalculated the weight of one of the grocery bags and they spilled over, causing apples and oranges to go rolling across the floor. "Damnit!" She cursed as she set the other bag down, getting on her knees to start picking up the loose items.
 
As the last box was put down in it's own little temporary place and the movers finished up their work around the truck, Dylan gave a final glance around his new home. It was a cozy little apartment with two bedrooms, a small bathroom and a kitchen/living room that were separated only by the carpet in the living room and the tiles in the kitchen. It was most definitely an improvement from his last apartment where the walls were about to fall in and water was less then sanitary. He made a quick walk through of the apartment as the last mover left the room, and Dylan gave a friendly good-bye and the man returned it. All in all he liked his new little home, it seemed to be in a good neighborhood, close to the school and grocery store, everything else that he needed was just a short drive away.

The move was like a welcomed surprise, the last school he worked in was an inner city school that had to be closed down because the school itself was not very sturdy, the students weren't very academically interested and most of the teachers were leaving for other schools in the area. So after weeks and weeks of threats and negotiations all of the teachers were let go, sent to other schools and the school itself was closed down for good. But that was all part of his history now, he was to start working almost immediately as one of the nearby high school's English teachers. This was not his greatest subject but one that he would need to learn and adapt to if he wanted to keep a job as a teacher.

As the man made his way around his own little apartment he couldn't help but to hear a noise coming from outside, it must have been one of his neighbors or someone in the hallway. Pushing open the small wooden door to reveal the apartment complex's hallway he peeked around a little before noticing a teenage girl infront of him picking up apples and oranges, against his wishes his eyes moved towards her bottom, observing her for a second before realizing that she may need some help. "Do you need help?" he asked simply as he walked forward and bent down slightly to pick up an apple that had rolled over towards his door, moving closer towards her once he was certain that she had noticed him there, not wanting to scare the girl.

Dylan was a man still in his mid-twenties and fairly good looking for his age. His medium length dark brown hair was not really the norm amongst teachers, but that didn't seem to bother him the slightest bit. His sharp dark green eyes watched the room closely as he helped her pick up the dropped fruit. He had been wearing a white comfortably fitting dress shirt and a pair of casual jeans. The cloths didn't show off his figure well but he did have a fair bit of muscle and a nice body to be added to that. He was just above the average height and weight, overall he had a slim but muscular build that looked nice on him.
 
She jumped a little mainly because she wasn't used to anyone coming up and talking to her in the apartment building, her parents were the only couple with a kid older than five. Also she was mumbling to herself so she didn't hear anything until he spoke. She looked over towards him and couldn't help but have her eyes scan him a bit. When she noticed she wasn't very subtle about looking him over a light blush formed on her cheeks.

Scrambling to her feet she took a few steps towards him and said, "Thanks, I...uh...just..kind of dropped it." She said embarrassed. He was good looking, and she didn't like seeming like a klutz around other people. She held out her hand, "I'm Kalia, your neighbor." She paused and blushed even more, "Of course I am...I'm trying to get into the apartment across the hall." She looked down when she realized she was rambling.

She turned and went to her door, "Thanks for the help, I appreciate it." She kept fumbling with her key and when she found her key she slid it in to the slot and tried to turn it, but it would turn. She rattled it a little agitated a little and then placed her forehead on her door with a soft thud. "Wrong key..." she mumbled softly to herself. "Damnit, Josh took it again..." She groaned softly, forgetting about the others presence for a moment.
 
OOC//: Sorry that I took a few days to answer, I've been sick.

Watching the girl as she fumbled around with the keys unable to open her own door he couldn't help but to let loose a small laugh. He watched her closely before asking if she needed any help again, with a simple question and a few steps closer towards her door. He still held one of the oranges and placed it gently into the bag that she was holding in her arms as she still fumbled around with the set of keys in her hands. His hands slowly made their way towards the bag, lifting it gently but not forcefully from her arms so that she could more easily see what she was doing. "Is something wrong?" he asked curiously as his body leaned gently against the wall beside the front door to her apartment. His gaze once again looked over her small body that stood next to his own, of course she was quite a bit younger then himself, but he could still look... couldn't he?

OOC//: Also sorry that it's short. D:
 
Taking in a deep breath and releasing it she lifted her head from the door and looked over at him. He was now standing next to her, and closer. For some reason being closer to him made her heart race, she labeled it as because of his good looks and pushed it aside, or tried to as much as she could. It wouldn't be a very good impression on the new neighbor to jump them. She held in a giggle at the mental image that the thought brought.

"Uh, a family friend took my key, and well..." She sighed and looked at the bags, "I have milk...." She blushed lightly as she turned and leaned one shoulder against her door, her body facing him. She crossed her arms across her chest, unconsciously pressing her breasts together and making them appear a bit bigger. "Uh...could I...possibly use your fridge to hold the things that will spoil until my parents get home?"

((It's all good. Mine is a bit short too, a little bit of a writers block.))
 
As she explained her situation and what she needed he of course agreed to let her keep her things in the fridge until her parents came home. "Yeah, sure come on in." he told her with a smile as her breasts were pushed together between her arms ever so gently. He blushed slightly as his body turned towards his apartment and led her inside slowly. The door hadn't been closed so it was easy for him to open, just a little tap with his shoulder and it pushed wide open infront of him. He gave a gaze around the room and turned towards the kitchen and carried the bag over onto the counter and turned to watch her follow him. He left the bag there for a second while he bent down and began placing the groceries gently into the small white fridge at the back of the small kitchen.

"Do you need a place to stay until your parents come back?" he asked curiously as she came inside behind him. He made his way towards the living room and began to push the couch and TV into place, they were only small so he could easily move them himself. His furniture was cheap and relatively simple, in the kitchen there was a table and 4 chairs at the side away from the fridge and cupboard. In the living room there was a small couch and a large comfortable chair, a TV and a stand that was also light and easy to move, and beside that there was a box filled with electronics that sat beside the TV unopened. His bedroom was also simple, a dresser and a bed.

Unfortunately being a teacher didn't pay very well right now and he this was all he would be able to comfortably afford while still being able to buy himself some food every now and then. But he never really liked the seclusion of houses, especially since he lived alone a house would just be too quiet. But here he would have people closer to him, the noise and distractions almost comforted him at night while he tried to sleep.
 
Kalia accidentally let a sigh of relief go through her lips. She would be lying if she said she wasn't happy that he was kind, she was actually rather thankful. Her parents would kill her if the food spoiled, they wanted to use it for dinner that night. She followed him into his apartment, "Thank you, uh..." She paused and gave a light smile, "What's your name again?" She pushed the door closed with her foot out of habit, she always did that in her place. Rarely leaving the door open, but not really locking it either - not that good of a habit but nothing had happened. There were people in the building that if they heard something even near screaming of pain or something they would call the cops.

She placed the bag down and placed the things that needed to be placed in the fridge, in the fridge. "If it wouldn't be any bother. If you want to be left alone I could just walk around somewhere." She said. She looked around the place, it was...homey, simple. She liked it. She watched him move some furniture and added, "They won't be back for at least a few more hours. Both of them work a bit late." She paused and continued to look around, taking a few steps around the apartment.

"Where did you move from?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She slid her hands into the pockets of her pants. "Do you like it here?" She paused, afraid that she was badgering him. She didn't want to annoy him and get kicked out. Honestly, walking around didn't really sound all that appeasing to her. She wasn't really all that close with the previous neighbor that was in this room. Never have been in the apartment. Sure they talked and what not, but it wasn't anything close to 'buddy-buddy'. More like 'your my neighbor so I'll tolerate you'.
 
After realizing that he had not even told her his name, he stuttered a little as the words escaped his mouth. "Oh, oops." he mumbled as he turned around to face the girl. "My name is Dylan, Dylan Willis." he told her as he took a few steps closer to her and took a seat on the couch that was slightly out of place and crooked in the room. "I moved from across town, I used to teach at J.R Bowser, the school that was torn down last week." he informed her as he turned in his seat to get a better look at the girl. He couldn't help but to stare a little as she walked around the room looking around. "And of course you can stay." he added with a smile as he slid down on the couch until he was almost laying down, his neck and head held up by the small cushioned arm of the couch.

OOC//: >____< Writers block
 
She smiled, "Thank you for letting me stay." She paused and thought about it for a bit, thinking about the school across town. She nodded, "Yeah, I remember, I heard about it." She paused and said, "I heard that it was a dump." She paused and blushed, "Sorry, I..uh.." She stuttered, not sure on what she would say, she didn't mean to be so abrupt.

She moved over towards the couch and sat down on the floor so to not disturb him on his couch. And, she didn't mind sitting on the floor. She stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned back on her hands. "So, just out of curiosity, are you teaching up at the High School a block away? Jayton High?"

She looked over at him, wondering if he was the new English teacher or not. The one that she had heard about in other classes, the rumors and what not. She couldn't help but smile at some of the rumors.

((It's alright.))
 
"Hmm, yes. Why?" he asked curiously at the question. Sure the girl looked quite a bit younger then himself, but surely she wasn't still in highschool. As he examined the girl's figure, her back arched ever so slightly and her long legs out infront of her. It was enough to make any man drool. But he soon caught himself and stared off at the wall for several seconds before returning his gaze to the girl infront of him. "Do you go there?" he added to the question as he looked her over once again, but this time less intensely. He thought about what she said, about the school being a dump, and he had to agree. This made him chuckle ever so slightly as he looked up at the wall behind her.

Ahh, how he wouldn't miss that school even the slightest. The school itself would have fallen down given a few more years of wear. The neighborhood it was located in didn't respect the school either, windows had to be barred and replaced almost on a weekly basis as some of the locals found it fun to stop by and smash a few before they went on with their day. And the students, none of them seemed to even care about the school. Sure he pitied some that actually cared about their education, he was glad that they would be able to move on to a better public school. He just hoped that the other students, who threatened the teachers and staff would just drop out, sure it was a bit harsh of him to think this way but how would you feel if you had your life threatened on a daily basis just because of your career?

But now he would have his chance to work in a good community, in a school with a decent budget and students who actually cared about graduating. The school being demolished was probably the best thing to have happened to him in a long time, in his view. Ever since then his life seemed to be changing for the better, and now he seemed to have a new little friend to play with.
 
She couldn't help but smile and giggle. She nodded, "Yeah, I go there." She said in a matter-of-fact kind of tone, as if she was proud of it or something. She wasn't a straight A student. Sure she could if she actually found a class that could catch and keep her attention. Most teachers just kind of...droned on and on and lost her attention. Like her history teacher, they spoke in mono-tone and she couldn't help but fall asleep during the class.

But, in the classes she liked she excelled. In none of her classes she got lower than a C. She was one of the kinds of students that care about getting somewhere in life. Her parents always pounded into her mind that without an education you didn't do anything better than fast food. And something about working with frozen cow meat grossed her out, especially if she had to do it the rest of her life. She shuddered at the thought again as it crossed her mind. She looked at him with her eyes bright and excited. "You're the new English teacher then." She smiled and said, "I have to admit, none of the rumors really got close."

She shrugged her shoulders and leaned back, laying on the ground, her arms crossed behind her head. She pondered for a moment and looked over at him, a smile still on her face. "Well, you can say you already know one of your students."
 
"Rumors?" he asked curiously as the words spiked his attention to what she had been saying even more. "What kind of rumors are people say?" he added to his question as he slid down off the couch to the floor beside her. His back was up against the couch leaning comfortable against the fluffy cushioned surface. He watched her face closely, he found her very attractive and beautiful, and it was extremely hard for him to look away and ignore such beauty. He flashed her a smile as he sat casually infront of her. She seemed like a good girl and hoped that he would have her in one of his classes. She must be a good student too.
 
She laughed lightly, not being able to get rid of the smile that was over her pink lips. "Well, some rumors say that you are an runaway con and are hiding at the school as an undercover teacher so that you don't get caught. Other rumors say that you are...." She paused trying to find the right words. "Specialist in some activities." She looked away from him said, "And of course there were rumors on how good you might look."

She moved and stretched, her back arching as she stretched on the floor. She liked having him close to her, she felt a little lonely the only one on the floor for some reason. She had her eyes closed as she stretched her back. "Of course, the rumors didn't give you justice." She said it as if it were a side note. But they really didn't, she found him even better looking than the rumors said, he seemed younger than the rumors too.
 
"Well, since the schools do background checks, I'm no convict. But what kind of activities did they say I was good at?" he asked curiously with a bit of a smile, with some knowledge of what she might be talking about. Unfortunately he once had a bit of a fling with a student who just couldn't keep her mouth shut and almost lost her job, luckily she was known as a bit of a drunk and liar so the accusations were put to rest and forgotten. He knew she had told some friends, and that could have spread around the area. Although it had almost cost him his job, he didn't regret much about it, other then the girl who he had chosen to do these activities with. The poor girl needed an A, and he needed a little fun while he was at school. It all worked out for a little while until she opened her mouth about it to another teacher.

But that was all in his past, he hoped. Maybe at the new school he could find a new little student to play with. Someone more quiet and gentle, someone who would have something to lose as well as him if she ever chose to tell. He eyed her gentle, looking her up and down as she stretched out on his floor. He bit his lip gently thinking of her, in naughtier ways then he should.
 
When she was done stretching she moved and sat up a little, but only a little bit, and on her elbows instead of her hands. She looked over at him, wondering if she should really say something about it. She wasn't sure if he would take offense or not. "I'm trying to decide if I should put it in ways the girls at school say it or a way that is....uh...less direct." She paused and pondered a bit. And then said, "As quoted that some of the girls at school say," She paused and then quoted, "He's supposedly a stud and can screw your brains out without even trying."

A small blush came over her cheeks, a little embarrassed that she did just say that to him. Trying to shrug it off, even though she was failing at it. She couldn't help but wonder if the rumor was true or not, but she wouldn't confess that to him. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable. She still couldn't help some images that came into her mind that made her body flare up as if a fire was just ignited inside her.
 
A smile lit up his face as she spoke the words and blushed. His arms pushed forward so that he was on his hands and knees, crawling forward until his body was over the girl's small slender body. He whispered to her, jokingly "Would you like to find out if the rumor is true or not?" as his hand landed at her side and his body was completely above her's. He looked down with a serious face watching for her reaction, hoping that she would take the offer and have a little fun before her parents came home. But even if she wasn't, he'd be the creepy guy next door, and the creepy teacher. But she looked like she would be well worth the risk.
 
The blush deepened and her eyes widened as he went above her, sort of pinning her. The flare inside her intensified as his body heat came onto hers. She tried to keep in a whimper, and also tried to keep in a moan that formed inside her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to answer yes or no and push him away. Her body reacted to his probably in an all too aware kind of state. A small smile formed on her lips and she said, "What if I say yes? What would you do? Would you really show me?" She questioned. She watched him after her nerves came back to her, but her body still felt like fire to her. She had to move from her elbows to be laying down completely again. One hand moving and running lightly against his side, sort of teasingly.
 
His head moved even closer towards the girl's as his lips puckered up for a kiss which he planted against the girl's pretty young lips and rested there for several seconds before he pulled himself back and stared down at her. "Well, do you think I'm good at that kind of activity?" he asked as his whole body came closer towards her's and he stared deeply into her eyes. He had a big smile across his face and his hands rubbed up and down her sides, holding her a little tight but gentle enough not to be considered hostile.
 
Kalia shivered at his touch, she closed her eyes for a moment and opened them, watching him, she grinned at him and said, "Possibly, I think you would be." Her tone soft and quiet, even though a light blush was over her cheeks she was a little bold. She moved her arms and wrapped them around his neck and leaned up a little, pressing her lips right back against his, a little bit deeper of a kiss. Her body flaring at the contact of him, she was beyond extremely excited, which did make her think he was capable of doing such a thing. Getting someone worked up so much even before really touching them did take some talent. At least she figured so.
 
"Well, you're certainly good at this." he told her as his hand reached upwards on her body, first rubbing her belly innocently then moving up towards her breasts. His hands were gently and groped her soft skin gently and massaged them in a small circular motion. His head moved downwards towards her neck and gently sucked on the skin, kissing and nibbling at her neck slowly waiting for a good reaction from the girl. His body lay almost completely on top of her held up only by his knees, with his head and hands pushing down on her gently.
 
She grinned at him, "Thank you," she said sweetly and innocently. When he nibbled her neck she tilted her head to the side, giving him more access, a moan escaping her lips and are body arching, only having to do so a little before pressing against his. "You're good too," she mumbled softly, barely able to contain herself. She wanted to do so many things with him and to him. "Dylan," she whimpered softly, moaning out his name as she shifted a little under him, the desire building up in her. She couldn't remember someone ever making her feel like this.
 
"Yes?" he simply asked between kisses to her neck as his eyes looked up into hers and his hands made their way down her body gripping her shirt gently and pulling it up a little so that he could get better access to her breasts. He flashed her a smile as he waited for her words, watching her as her beautiful body moved around below his. He almost sat up on top of her as she spoke.
 
She looked at him, her eyes transfixed on his. In her eyes was pleading and a little bit of accusation. It wasn't anything that was bad, but what was on her mind would have been a bit hard to read through her eyes. She paused and said, "You're being mean," her tone was playful and light, and innocent all at once. She watched him a little longer and said, "You're just proving the rumors. You already have me feeling like I'm going to go crazy with pleasure and you've barely touched me." She smirked and giggled, "It's sort of like Vegas. What happens in the apartment, stays in the apartment." She couldn't help but have that strike out in her mind.
 
With a laugh he tilted his head and stared down at her. "Well, I haven't really proven it completely yet." he half mumbled as he crawled back a little until he was once again on his hands and knees staring up at the girl. His hands carefully worked around and removed her pants, pulling them down slowly and gently until they were down to her feet. His hands carefully pulled them off then dropped them to his sides. His lips once again began working their magic, kissing up the girl's slender left leg towards her womenly parts. His kisses were gently and slow, holding his lips to her skin for only a second before moving on. Once he finally reached his destination, his lips touched gently with her panties kissing at her area through the fabric. He gave a soft moan as his eyes once again looked up and he smiled, staring hypnotically into her eyes.
 
She watched him as he moved, not able to take her eyes off of him and what he was doing. She didn't put up a fight, she didn't want to. She actually lifted her lower body up a little to make it easier for him to remove her pants. Her underwear was a black soft fabric, not really silk but still soft. When his kisses teased her leg she shivered, goosebumps going over her skin. "Mmm, that feel good," she said softly. Tilting her head back she moaned softly, breathing heavily, she didn't think her body could get any hotter, but that was before...a shot went through her body, her back arching and a moan escaping her again. Her hands gripped the ground, but not really finding anything to grip. One of her hands moved and ran through his hair. "Mmmm."
 
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