Lady Jace Beleren
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A Learning Curve
Chapter 1
Mikaela tapped her nails against the side of the red Solo cup in her hands. No matter how much she stared at the table in front of her and wished silent social cues into the world, it seemed that she would be doomed to listen to stories about what he, Daniel she recalled vaguely, and his "boys" liked to get up to. Not that he was really all that terrible. She had been subjected to far worse just walking around campus. It was just that flirting and talking were both equally difficult for her.
Flirting because she had no memory of ever really being interested in it. No boyfriends, no first kiss, no anything. At first, she hoped college would be different. Now, just finished up her first semester, that hope had gone away. Her roommate, bless sweet Anya, had been so incredibly sweet about everything. About her weird roommate who never seemed to show much interest in other people. That led to the other problem. Conversation.
Mikaela always found speaking with people to be a complicated web of bullshit that had no solution. You could try your best and be turned away, never to know what went wrong. Even worse, if you were too kind, people assumed they could get to do things for them. So, she only spoke with people she had gotten to know. Painted herself on the wall like a pretty flower when strangers were around. And yet, somehow, she had ended up at a party.
Finals were over and Anya had told her about a party. Mikaela, as always, had been skeptical. But, there were going to be free drinks, not too many people, and Anya had promised the older girl who invited her would only be allowing fun people in. Anya, unfortunately, knew most of the people here. Apparently half of the physics department at Harden University were besties and met up like this regularly. Which meant Anya disappeared to talk with them. At the least, Mikaela had free beer, another thing Anya had introduced her to early in their friendship.
Now, it was all she has to keep her distracted while Daniel talked at her. Her focus was directed so intensely at the coffee table that she did not notice when he finally stopped until a new voice joined them above the low murmur of the party.
"She isn't interested, Dan. Don't be a pain in the ass." The voice was strict, but surprisingly soft given what it said. Mikaela looked up to see the source and nearly dropped her cup.
Standing above the couch, half leaning on one of the arms, was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. Even leaning as she was, it was clear she was on the taller side for a woman, probably only a few inches short of six feet. Her hair was a bold combination of dark scarlet and fathomless black, long enough to reach her shoulder on one side with an undercut on the other. She was pale as snow, her bloody red lipstick and dark eye liner making it stand out even more. Most striking of all, her eyes were so green they shone in the light. Mikaela had no idea how long she stared before Daniel replied.
"We were just having a conversation, right..." The silence hung like a guillotine over Daniel.
"Mikaela." Her voice was thin even by her own standards.
"I wasn't forcing her to sit here or anything."
The beautiful woman sighed and gave Daniel a withering look that she doubted anyone could weather for long. Not if they suspected they were doing anything wrong. It took Daniel about seven seconds to give in and stand. He did not seem especially angry, but there was something about his posture Mikaela thought was strange. He muttered a quiet "sorry Bella" as he slipped around pretty girl.
It happened from time to time. Mikaela would see someone who was visually pleasing. But, it never went further than a glance. Never lingered. She was sure she would forget about this woman, Bella, before the party was over. That is, until she felt the cushion sink down beside her and a shoulder nudged her own. Mikaela looked over to see that Bella had settled onto the couch beside her.
"Sorry about him. Dan isn't like... a creep or anything. I don't invite creeps to my parties. He just talks a lot and you looked panicked. I'm Bella. I don't recognize you." There was no accusation in her voice, just curiosity. It only took Mikaela a moment to figure out that she was the cool older student Anya talked about.
"I'm Anya's plus one. Blonde with the curly hair." The little smile told Mikaela that Bella knew who she meant immediately. However, it took only a moment for that to turn into a long silence as Bella looked at her, likely waiting for more. "I'm a freshman. Psychology major."
"Do you usually go by Freshman or Psychology Major? Should I call you Psych for short?"
Mikaela felt the blush immediately spread across her face, one hand releasing its death grip on her cup to nervously push hair away from her face. "My name is Mikaela." A quick sip of her beer was the only thing that came to mind. She would need to find Anya or more alcohol if she wanted to survive.
"Mikaela is a cute name. I always just get Twilight jokes. I am going to guess that Anya left you alone to go flirt with Cam." There was a small and knowing smile on Bella's lips. Like she knew everything about everyone she invited to these things. And now Mikaela was next to he studied.
Mikaela, however, just gave her a little nod. It seemed Bella understood exactly why Daniel had gone on talking for so long. She was ready for the gorgeous woman to get up and leave. After all, it was a party. Except, she stayed right where she was. Just looked at Mikaela with nothing but kindness on her face. It must have been another thirty seconds before Mikaela felt the silence too heavily to stay quiet.
"So... this is your apartment?" Mikaela felt her stomach flip over at how widely Bella grinned.
A Learning Curve
Chapter 1
Mikaela tapped her nails against the side of the red Solo cup in her hands. No matter how much she stared at the table in front of her and wished silent social cues into the world, it seemed that she would be doomed to listen to stories about what he, Daniel she recalled vaguely, and his "boys" liked to get up to. Not that he was really all that terrible. She had been subjected to far worse just walking around campus. It was just that flirting and talking were both equally difficult for her.
Flirting because she had no memory of ever really being interested in it. No boyfriends, no first kiss, no anything. At first, she hoped college would be different. Now, just finished up her first semester, that hope had gone away. Her roommate, bless sweet Anya, had been so incredibly sweet about everything. About her weird roommate who never seemed to show much interest in other people. That led to the other problem. Conversation.
Mikaela always found speaking with people to be a complicated web of bullshit that had no solution. You could try your best and be turned away, never to know what went wrong. Even worse, if you were too kind, people assumed they could get to do things for them. So, she only spoke with people she had gotten to know. Painted herself on the wall like a pretty flower when strangers were around. And yet, somehow, she had ended up at a party.
Finals were over and Anya had told her about a party. Mikaela, as always, had been skeptical. But, there were going to be free drinks, not too many people, and Anya had promised the older girl who invited her would only be allowing fun people in. Anya, unfortunately, knew most of the people here. Apparently half of the physics department at Harden University were besties and met up like this regularly. Which meant Anya disappeared to talk with them. At the least, Mikaela had free beer, another thing Anya had introduced her to early in their friendship.
Now, it was all she has to keep her distracted while Daniel talked at her. Her focus was directed so intensely at the coffee table that she did not notice when he finally stopped until a new voice joined them above the low murmur of the party.
"She isn't interested, Dan. Don't be a pain in the ass." The voice was strict, but surprisingly soft given what it said. Mikaela looked up to see the source and nearly dropped her cup.
Standing above the couch, half leaning on one of the arms, was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. Even leaning as she was, it was clear she was on the taller side for a woman, probably only a few inches short of six feet. Her hair was a bold combination of dark scarlet and fathomless black, long enough to reach her shoulder on one side with an undercut on the other. She was pale as snow, her bloody red lipstick and dark eye liner making it stand out even more. Most striking of all, her eyes were so green they shone in the light. Mikaela had no idea how long she stared before Daniel replied.
"We were just having a conversation, right..." The silence hung like a guillotine over Daniel.
"Mikaela." Her voice was thin even by her own standards.
"I wasn't forcing her to sit here or anything."
The beautiful woman sighed and gave Daniel a withering look that she doubted anyone could weather for long. Not if they suspected they were doing anything wrong. It took Daniel about seven seconds to give in and stand. He did not seem especially angry, but there was something about his posture Mikaela thought was strange. He muttered a quiet "sorry Bella" as he slipped around pretty girl.
It happened from time to time. Mikaela would see someone who was visually pleasing. But, it never went further than a glance. Never lingered. She was sure she would forget about this woman, Bella, before the party was over. That is, until she felt the cushion sink down beside her and a shoulder nudged her own. Mikaela looked over to see that Bella had settled onto the couch beside her.
"Sorry about him. Dan isn't like... a creep or anything. I don't invite creeps to my parties. He just talks a lot and you looked panicked. I'm Bella. I don't recognize you." There was no accusation in her voice, just curiosity. It only took Mikaela a moment to figure out that she was the cool older student Anya talked about.
"I'm Anya's plus one. Blonde with the curly hair." The little smile told Mikaela that Bella knew who she meant immediately. However, it took only a moment for that to turn into a long silence as Bella looked at her, likely waiting for more. "I'm a freshman. Psychology major."
"Do you usually go by Freshman or Psychology Major? Should I call you Psych for short?"
Mikaela felt the blush immediately spread across her face, one hand releasing its death grip on her cup to nervously push hair away from her face. "My name is Mikaela." A quick sip of her beer was the only thing that came to mind. She would need to find Anya or more alcohol if she wanted to survive.
"Mikaela is a cute name. I always just get Twilight jokes. I am going to guess that Anya left you alone to go flirt with Cam." There was a small and knowing smile on Bella's lips. Like she knew everything about everyone she invited to these things. And now Mikaela was next to he studied.
Mikaela, however, just gave her a little nod. It seemed Bella understood exactly why Daniel had gone on talking for so long. She was ready for the gorgeous woman to get up and leave. After all, it was a party. Except, she stayed right where she was. Just looked at Mikaela with nothing but kindness on her face. It must have been another thirty seconds before Mikaela felt the silence too heavily to stay quiet.
"So... this is your apartment?" Mikaela felt her stomach flip over at how widely Bella grinned.