Arisa yawned quietly at the back of the classroom as she counted down the seconds until the lecturer Donald Rufus, an elderly man with wispy grey hair, a well kept goatee, and bottle-rimmed glasses yammered on about angles and lighting, and other nonsense she didn’t quite understand. Sure she was greatful that the old monkey had taken her in as his assistant, but photography was something she had no knowledge in, nor cared to develop. Hell, she might not even have accepted the offer had Eiji not been a Photography major.
It had only been pure chance that she’d seen Eiji competing at nationals the previous year. She’d felt bored one afternoon and switched on the tv to find a familiar face running around the court and swinging his racket with impressive might, she’d been mesmerized by those powerful arms, and strong legs ever since. He hadn’t quite made the finals, but semi’s were good enough in Arisa’s eyes, and frankly she only cared for Tennis a wee bit more than she cared for photography.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t find him cute, but dating was something she’d long given up on, opting for the more casual approach, sex for Arisa was entertainment, a reward she dished out for fun. And occasionally a way to get what she wanted. And what she wanted right now was to put those arms and legs of Eiji to good use in the swimming pool.
The sound of students suddenly standing up and packing their stuff away snapped her out of her little daydream, her eyes fixed on Eiji, Arisa did notice a few girls pointing her way and giggling, having clearly misunderstood her heated gaze as something else. She smiled and waved at the girls, ignoring the faint snicker and rolling of the eyes as if to say she didn’t stand a chance. Her full red lips twitched a bit when she heard one of them whisper “slut.” But besides that remained motionless, secretly scheming how she could get the two little bitches expelled. Plagiarism was always a good one.
Her deep blue eyes returned toward Eiji, their eyes meeting as he seemed to have noticed the hostility in the air. Mr Rufus had already left, something about a staff meeting, and sensing the awkward tension, the rest of the class hurried off, the two girls following closely behind.
Making sure that they were alone, Arisa finally stood up from her observation point at the back of the class, making her way over to Eiji with a fake smile, her long blond hair swishing from side to side as she walked. “Hey Eiji…. Can I ask a favour?” she asked pulling up a chair beside the red head, and sitting unnecessarily close to the tennis regular.
It had only been pure chance that she’d seen Eiji competing at nationals the previous year. She’d felt bored one afternoon and switched on the tv to find a familiar face running around the court and swinging his racket with impressive might, she’d been mesmerized by those powerful arms, and strong legs ever since. He hadn’t quite made the finals, but semi’s were good enough in Arisa’s eyes, and frankly she only cared for Tennis a wee bit more than she cared for photography.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t find him cute, but dating was something she’d long given up on, opting for the more casual approach, sex for Arisa was entertainment, a reward she dished out for fun. And occasionally a way to get what she wanted. And what she wanted right now was to put those arms and legs of Eiji to good use in the swimming pool.
The sound of students suddenly standing up and packing their stuff away snapped her out of her little daydream, her eyes fixed on Eiji, Arisa did notice a few girls pointing her way and giggling, having clearly misunderstood her heated gaze as something else. She smiled and waved at the girls, ignoring the faint snicker and rolling of the eyes as if to say she didn’t stand a chance. Her full red lips twitched a bit when she heard one of them whisper “slut.” But besides that remained motionless, secretly scheming how she could get the two little bitches expelled. Plagiarism was always a good one.
Her deep blue eyes returned toward Eiji, their eyes meeting as he seemed to have noticed the hostility in the air. Mr Rufus had already left, something about a staff meeting, and sensing the awkward tension, the rest of the class hurried off, the two girls following closely behind.
Making sure that they were alone, Arisa finally stood up from her observation point at the back of the class, making her way over to Eiji with a fake smile, her long blond hair swishing from side to side as she walked. “Hey Eiji…. Can I ask a favour?” she asked pulling up a chair beside the red head, and sitting unnecessarily close to the tennis regular.
