``who put the glad in gladiator? [trentttt]

[Felicity Tennessen]

It was fairly rare when Felicity liked to belt out a tune while she was in the car; it wasn't typical and it wasn't something that she prided herself on doing. It made her different from all the other senior girls who seemed to enjoy riding through the streets of the island, looking happy and carefree with their friends as they drove around, swerving to avoid cars and giggling and screaming when a mediocre song came on the popular radio station. But for some reason, the impulse was striking her. While she sat at a red light, she reached up to the sun visor of the passenger seat, pulling out a CD from the very limited collection she had there. She blew off some dust and pushed it in the CD player, looking out the window at the car next to her and smiling widely at the attractive man in the passenger seat. She smiled and visibly licked her lips, stretching up so as to push her breasts out. When he turned his head to ogle at her body, another head suddenly appeared; an irate wife in the driver's seat, scowling and holding up her middle finger to Felicity. Fee grinned widely, waggled her fingers and pressed on the gas to accelerate through the intersection while her music blared up. The sun slammed against the hood of the car just right to beam into her eyes just as she began singing the first few lines. "I've been cheated by you since I don't know when..." Her voice trailed off as she concentrated on driving, heading onto campus and toward the library.

"So I've made up my mind: it must come to an end!" Her voice became more confident as she swerved into the parking lot, swinging her car around the aisles a few times, rocketing past open parking spaces only to be able to listen to her song longer. " MAMMA MIA! HERE I GO AGAIN!" She finally said when the song reached the chorus. With a delighted grin, she pulled into a space and hummed along until she had turned the car off. She put her keys in the small purse next to her, pushing it over her shoulder. She got out of the car and went around to the other side, opening the door and pulling out a stack of books that she had to return. She locked the doors and closed the car door behind her, awkwardly walking up to the automatic doors of the library. Once she was in the cool facility, she hefted her stack of books over to the desk, barely looking at the woman she handed the books to. She didn't say a word and, instead, brushed past the desk and into the library, her eyes automatically scanning around. She was supposed to meet a endearing, if lacking in intelligence, sixteen year old Native American boy here whose name was, bless his heart, Trent. She didn't know any more details than that but she was prepared to run if he wasn't who he said he was. Things like that could certainly happen; Felicity wasn't ignorant. She had a nice pair of brass knuckles in her pocket, ready to go.

When she entered the book section of the library, she let out an audible sigh, her eyes glazing over as she allowed the smell of new and old to wash over her. She stepped into the mystery section, her eyes roaming over the titles and running over the cool glossy spines as she felt against the book sleeves. She ran a hand over her bare arm, glad that she'd worn a strapless top to show off her shoulders. It was pretty warm in the library, so the casual denim shorts she wore helped too. Her shirt was a dull orange that clung to her well made body and her shorts were short enough to provide a nice view of her muscular thighs, but not enough to give away anything else. She leaned over to fiddle with the straps of her silver sandals and stood back up, adjusting her fake pearl earrings and rubbing her hand against her clavicle. She perused through the stacks, keeping one eye on the door for an attractive boy to come strutting through. She pushed through the rows and rows of books, pulling out and leafing through a few of the fiction books. She could only stay in that section because it was the only one with a view of the front door. Unless he decided to sneak up on her and scare her from behind. She didn't really like surprises though. Then again, she also figured he wouldn't know what she looked like. So there was a very small chance that he actually /could/ sneak up behind her and have the right girl. She left her back unguarded, successfully satisfied with her reasoning as she pulled another novel from the shelf and looked through it.

[Trent Lawson]

HE'S A GOOD TIME COWBOY CASANOVA
look's like a cool drink of water but he's candy coated MISERY

Trent was never one to wake up early. In fact, he hated getting up early. It just was NOT his thing. He was the type of person to drink all night and sleep all day. A real party boy. But this morning was different, he was meeting Fee, a hot girl he had met on the Academy's IM, at the library. He had never been the library, so he figured it would take him a while to find it. All he knew was that is was somewhere on campus. He left his hair messy this morning. Most girls told him thats how it looked best. He put on a tight fitting white wife-beater style tank top and a pair of jeans. He hated it when guys where there jeans half way down to thier knee's. His jeans where loose but he wore a black belt to keep them up.

He stayed in the dorms at the academy, so he knew he wasn't too far. He jogged the little ways to the main building, and went inside. It was about eight thirty AM. Damn, I am never awake this early. He said, looking at his cell phone. He walked around the school for a bit, then rememebered he had his Ipod in his pocket. He pulled it out, and put both headphones in his ears. He turned it on, and flipped through a few songs. He turned it on the song Cold by Crossfade. He had a connection to this song, with a certain girl, but he never really talked about her much. It hurt him too bad when he thought about it. She was the one girl who had tamed him, brought him back to being sane again. He didn't want to fight. He stopped playin' every girl in site. He was a different guy with her. But he was stupid and lost her, and he doesn't talk about her much. " I never really wanted you to see the screwed up side of me..." He mumbled the lyrics. " What I really meant to say is I'm sorry for the way I am.. He mumbled as he looked around.

He eventualy saw a sign that said 'library'. Finaly, damn that was hard. He walked inside, and pulled the headphones out of his ears. He knew from movies that you where supposed to be quiet in librarys. It looked kind of like the librarys in the movies. He was looking for a girl that fit the following description : hot older women. He knew she was blonde from the pictures. He was excited to meet her. He ran his hands through his hair. His chocolate brown eyes looked around, then fell on a girl sitting in a area that he could see from the doorway. She was looking through a book, and she looked like the right girl. And hey, if she wasn't, she was hot, so why not sit down and pretend to be interested in the books? Maybe that would lead to something later?

He walked up to the girl and leaned against the nearest shelf. You must be the lovely miss Fee, correct? His voice was smooth and romantisized. SHe was georgous and she looked like the right girl.

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HES A DEVIL IN DISQUISE A SNAKE WITH BLUE EYES

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[Felicity Tennessen]

Felicity happened to be looking up when the lovely young man came strutting (literally strutting) into the library. He didn't stop and look at any of the huge displays, giving long detailed histories for the theme of the month, which just happened to be dragons. Something that Felicity knew about excellently. The fact that he didn't stop or at least glance made her frown slightly and then perk up. Well, hey! She could be his mentor! In all things intellectual and turn him into a fine, upstanding young man who she could teach a few sexual tricks to or something. She blinked, lettign the thoughts roll around in her head. "Excuse me?" A voice said behind her, making her spin around and put her hands on her trim hips. "I-I've seen you here a lot and I was wondering if you might want to ...." He trailed off and Felicity examined him. Six foot one. Pale. Blond scraggily hair that hid his gorgeous blue eyes. His clothes were baggy and disheveled, giving off an appearance of possible homelessness. And the fact that he'd approached her made her heart soar and for her to take a few steps closer to him, backing him deeper into the rows of books. "If I might want to...do you sometime?" She purred, reaching a hand up and pulling her top down, proving that her shirt had built in support and no need for a separate bra.

The homeless man's eyes flew open and he coughed a few times, his back against the wall, his face flushing red as he couldn't tear his eyes away. "They're real." She cooed, allowing him to do more than just look. After she'd stepped away from him, she smiled delightfully back at him, tugging her top back into place. He was standing against the wall, holding one of the shelves to support himself. He looked a lot more calm as she stepped back and away from him, still smiling. "Give me a call when you get that haircut. And be confident in yourself!" She waved once more and didn't look back, picking up the books she'd put on the ground and tucked them underneath her arm. She came out of the bookstack, only to see Trent canoodling with a blond little girl who turned around when he spoke. Her eyes registered confusion and they flickered back at Felicity who was simply watching with amusement. She inclined her head slightly at Trent and the petite blond focused her brown eyes back on him. "Well, I wouldn't say that..." She said awkwardly, shifting to the side. "But I am pretty hot!" She looked over at Felicity who was looking up to the heavens for help. Lord have mercy, this poor child didn't know how to seduce a man.

Luckily Felicity was there to step in, ready to help anyone in need. Well, not really. Just this one time. She slipped between the two of them, seeing that the small blonde was getting dangerously close to Trent, no matter how awkward the poor child was acting. Because they had been so close, when Felicity slipped between them, she was more or less against Trent's chest, staring into his eyes. Oh, they were the same height. This would work out nicely. Instead of blushing and pulling away, Felicity stayed there, simply testing the boundaries. The blond behind her was trying to peak around to get another look at Trent but Fee was waving her away. With an annoyed huff, the girl finally stalked off, looking for some other library hotties. "Pleased to meet you." She began cooly, staying close to him but not actually making a move. "I'm the lovely Fee that you're looking for. I'm not sure who that delightful little morsel was, but I'm sure that we could get to know her, together. If you want." Fee certainly knew how to push buttons and test boundaries. She had no idea how this boy (who was four years her younger, four!) would react to her coming onto him. Guess she would have to wait and find out.