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Post by Elsa Brandon on Jul 26, 2009 22:02:58 GMT
Elsa turned up early for practise, not wearing her usual skin display sports outfits but instead wearing a pair of heels accompanied by a short black school skirt and a tight fitted blouse with the buttons undone as far as they could be without causing a scene of nudity. Her tie hung losely around her neck with her hair pinned sharply back. She swung her bag impatiently around her wrist as she awaited the man of her dreams. She wanted to make a point, to make him listen to her as she tried for his attention. One thing was for sure though today she was not playing football. She had to put up a stand and get over her two year and a half crush.
Elsa tapped her foot on the hard ground beneath her. She wouldn't cry today but she'd made sure that she'd overdone it on the accesories, if only to piss him off and make him feel like she had. But she doubted he would, Mitchell would never cry like she had over her, he'd probably just shrug and tell her to get off the field. But she had to be strong, this was for all women kind and bad boys were no good. No bad boy made a happily ever after. She felt nervous, her stomach squirming as she breathed heavily. This was the start of a new beginning.
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Jul 27, 2009 20:08:47 GMT
Mitchell sprinted onto the pitch, his water bottle in his right hand. He was dressed in a fitted tee and a pair of shorts, his sneakers bouncing as he ran. His hair bobbed lightly in the breeze and a frown began to glisten across his heated brow. As the frown appeared, he began to ground to a hault, his eyes skating over the brunette that stood obviously waiting. "Hey Elsa." He greeted her, a smile on his confused expression. "What's up? You injured?" He asked, his eyes skating over her attire. She was actually quite hot for a seventeen year old. He didn't usually go for juniors but he'd take this one on the bleechers.
He pushed the perverted thoughts from his mind and grinned at her calmly, "So... you look nice... I mean I've never seen you out of gym. You don't really dress the same as the other chicks in my class." He stated reporting the obvious difference of the other girls who obvioiusly should have been men at birth because everything in their physical appearance and sports ability screamed it. "I mean, not that that's a bad thing... if you look at them... some are quite manly." He admitted almost wanting to bite his tongue off. He wished he could control his desire to say inappropriate things but quite frankly they just popped out of his mind and uncontrollably out of his mouth.
He looked down at her legs. "You know, there was an experiment once that wanted guys to wear heels to strengthen their achillies tendon and their leg muscles." He informed her causally almost trying to justify why he was so obviously staring at her legs. He couldn't stand it when girls wore a school uniform, it was just far too tempting.
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Post by Elsa Brandon on Jul 27, 2009 20:39:25 GMT
The way his top lined over his toned body was almost too much but she took a deep breath. She had to turn her back on him and everything that he represented, that smile, everything. She returned a sort of half smile as he greeted her, but she didn’t press him any further with pointless hellos. Pursing her lips together Elsa looked around the field before her eyes fell back to Mitch. ”No, not injured.” she informed him as she watched him look over her, probably judging her clothes and making up more clown comments in his mind. She scowled inwardly and could feel her heartbeat racing, it was as if she had already done one of his gym classes and was just finishing up. She frowned as he started to compliment her. Where was this coming from? Perhaps he was low on his slags, she couldn’t believe what he was saying though, it was a temptation put in the middle of the road that she had to avoid. Mitchell was no good for. ”I guess they just haven’t figured out which shop to buy their clown jewellery from yet,” She retorted coldly as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her jaw dropped open slightly as she heard him comparing her to the other girls in the group. It wasn’t their fault they were so big, and Krissy really made an attempt to look pretty, especially with how she styled her hair and make up. ”I think it’s called a sense in fashion,” she said with a slow nod.
She took a step back from him to separate them. It was hard and she knew that as soon as this was over she would have a big big cry but once that was done with she could move on with her life. ”Right because that’s a good look. Let me guess, you were involved in the experiment?!” she said shortly. But this wasn’t why she was here. Involving herself in small talk would only upset her beyond belief, and make her doubt her decision which she really couldn’t and wouldn’t do. ”I’m quitting. Everything.” Elsa admitted boldly with a deep breath. ”I’ve decided I hate sport. I always have. I don’t know why I took them up in the first place, stupid mistake. I just thought I should tell you rather than just not turn up anywhere.” She said with a sigh, ”And now you know, so bye.” Elsa turned from him and she began to walk from the field. Only her heels were getting stuck in the mud and it was making it increasingly difficult to be sophisticated.
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Jul 27, 2009 22:14:46 GMT
Mitchell couldn't take his eyes off her, she was actually a lot more attractive now he'd seen her in this light. "Oh. Not injured? Then why are you dressed up for me?" He asked her smiling slightly, he loved playing with his words. It made him feel good. He frowned curiously as Elsa made a sarcastic comment that he knew instantly as his own. "Els, I didn't think you'd really take that seriously. For fucksake. You don't wear clown jewellery. I just mean't it as a joke. For health and safety." He stated his voice sounding almost compassionate. He frowned as Elsa tried to make excuses for the other girls. "Elsa. They'll never be as attractive as you. I know it's not my place to say since I'm your teacher but really... you know it's true." He implied feeling like he was treading in unsteady grounds.
He rolled his eyes a light smile dressing his lips. "No silly, I would be no good in heels." He laughed politely. He knew this wasn't the reason she was here, and he guessed she had something major to tell him because she'd be getting changed for practice otherwise. "You're not." He stated bluntly, feeling slightly shocked by her bold statement. "But Elsa, your my best female player. You can't just quit? You could get a sports scholarship and everything." He explained, his body aggitated as he started flailing his arms about. "God damn it! What are you doing to me?" He yelled as he ran after her, as she tried to walk away. "Elsa, what can I do? To get you to stay? Anything!"
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Post by Elsa Brandon on Jul 27, 2009 22:47:10 GMT
She rolled her eyes but it was like he could read her like a book, she had dressed up for him but she couldn’t admit that ”I’m only wearing my uniform, Sir. Nothing special,” she corrected him as she glanced down at her attire. It was pretty good today she had to admit, it had taken her all night to pick out. She looked down to the ground as he swore around her, feeling slightly guilty. Maybe she had assumed too far, but she was sensitive and she felt like she was in love, in fact she could feeling the cracking break of her heart right now as she had to break the news to him. ”They accessorise my gym kit, Mitch, without accessories it’s only half an outfit!” She lectured him on the most obvious of things, at least it was obvious in her world. She could feel her skin growing hot as he complimented her, and once more she felt herself look away from him. He was adorable and she would cave in any second now. But she had to stay strong, she kept reminding herself. ”You’re right, it’s not your place to say.” Elsa responded softly as she bit on her lip. She was pretty much sure that every girl on every team she was on was as much in love with Mitchell as she was, otherwise why would they do it? It would hurt them to hear that, yet it almost felt as if a weight had been lifted from her as she heard that. But if she was that good why weren’t they dating by now?
Her brow creased at his blunt remark. She didn’t understand, she wasn’t? But she was, it hurt her too much to have to digest everything he said and to pick it up into tiny shreds of information. She just shook her head, but it pained her to hear him trying to persuade her. Sports scholarship? She didn’t want to have to continue with it into college. She was slightly scared of him as he seemed to be getting agitated and she wanted to run. She could feel the tears steaming behind her eyes but not until she was off the field. She turned on him, shaking her head, she couldn’t understand him. ”For fuck sake, I have a crush on you. Are you fucking blind? It’s the only reason I joined this dumb teams in the first place and I’m sick of liking you so I’m quitting!” she yelled loudly at him. He was so dumb, and she felt embarrassed. She could feel her lip tremble as she looked at him and all of a sudden she tried to break out into a run, only her heels weren’t so compliant so it was a quicker walking pace as she bowed her head to get away. She had to get away from him, she’d admitted everything and now she had to avoid him for life.
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Jul 30, 2009 22:28:11 GMT
Mitchell wasn’t sure why she was being so obstructive. He couldn’t stand it when pretty prissy girls stood up to him; it was a turn on. He knew he shouldn’t like school age girls, but in reality he wasn’t that much older than them, and besides; it wasn’t like he was a bad looking guy for his age. He didn’t really understand the problem. It sort of reminded him of the problems he faced at parents evening, when the mothers flirted, and the elder sisters tried to play footsie; to flirt or not to flirt that was the question. ”Yes. It may not be special, but it looks good. It shows you have a unique sense of style. Maybe you should aim to be a fashion designer. If you are set on your decision to give up sport.” He stated trying to be diplomatic but sensed he was probably failing. He nodded as she discussed her accessories and then pulled a face. ”Well… you are right, but you should access more appropriate gym accessories, like sweat bands and water bottles. I have to look out for the safety of every individual in the class; if you wear your accessories your putting everyone’s safety at risk, I have a duty of care, and I hoped you’d understand that I’d never deliberately say or do anything to upset anyone in the team, least alone you.” He knew she was a fragile soul; he had after all seen her cry about one hundred thousand times. She was a bit of a cry baby. ”Okay.” He stated as she agreed he was out of order. ”I apologise for over stepping the mark.” He commented, confused by her rejection. She’d shown all of the signs before.
He heard her yell and her words stunned him in to silence. ”Oh.” He stated pausing as she insulted him, word after word. ”Well thank you Elsa. I have a crush on you. But you did just say I was inappropriate for telling you.” He stated calmly, although his heart was pounding in his chest. He wanted to run over to her and swoop her up and shag her there and then, but he’d heard rumours; she was a virgin, so she’d need gentle treatment at first. He liked her yes, he was attracted to her, but he would never engage in a relationship with her. It would be morally wrong and he knew that. He had to be inconspicuous about the way he tackled these situations, but he’d had experience and he knew he could manage. ”Elsa. Don’t be silly.” He walked up to her and grabbed her arm gently, ”Look Elsa, why don’t we call practice off and go and talk about this somewhere private… “ He stated suggestingly, he of course wouldn’t try it on with her that day, but give it time.
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Post by Elsa Brandon on Aug 1, 2009 0:24:45 GMT
Elsa crossed her arms over her chest knowing that the next thing to come out of her mouth would most probably scare him away for life. ”Actually I’m interested in becoming a forensic pathologist,” She admitted. Most people who she told that to always thought she was strange, even her own parents but it had always been her dream and she wasn’t about to give it up just because a few high school kids thought wrongly of it. With every word he said it was like he was manipulating her into loving him again but today she hated him so she couldn’t really focus on that. ”Er, right,” she said with a nod. Elsa wasn’t here to discuss accessories. As attractive as Mitchell was he didn’t seem the type for bangles and headbands.
Elsa stopped in her tracks as he admitted to having a crush on her. But how could he? He’d never shown any hints before. She didn’t turn to look at him but instead let out a long winded sigh. She inhaled deeply, this was just so strange. She wanted to kiss him. But she couldn’t because Mitchell was her teacher and it wasn’t allowed and, and well yes. She turned to him as he grabbed a hold of her arm. She was so close to him. She could smell his scent. He was tasty. ”What’s there to talk about?” she asked him pessimistically. As far as Elsa was concerned this would never be allowed. She sighed, but one kiss wouldn’t hurt and even if he pushed her away she was a good runner if she hacked the high heels off and threw them at him. Slowly she moved in on him, her arms featuring themselves around her neck as she kissed softly at his lips.
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Aug 4, 2009 19:47:49 GMT
Mitchell pulled a face of horror. "Why would you want to do such a ridiculous thing?" He asked her cocking an eyebrow, "Elsa you could do so many more interesting things with your time." He suggested folding his arms mimicking her. "It's a pretty boring subject so I've heard. Figuring out why people have died. You are far better off letting someone gothy do such a morbid job." Mitchell didn't really understand Elsa's obsession with accessories. They looked cute, but to Mitchell the less she wore the better.
He listened to her sigh. He paused awaiting her reaction. "How could I tell you? I' m your teacher I shouldn't have this sort of feelings towards you. It's wrong." He admitted playing the game. "But I can't help it, your so talented, and beautiful." He sighed, a light smile of concern on his lips. "You okay Elsa?" He asked her. It had taken too long for her to respond. He shrugged as she asked what there was to talk about. "I just figured we should talk about us... see if we can work around it." He explained, before he knew it she was kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her fragile waist and pushed his lips against hers passionately. His hands on her bum slightly "Practice is cancelled. We need to go somewhere more private." He stated a grin on his face as he pulled out a cell and rang the secretary. "Done." He smiled pushing his lips against hers as he pulled her away from the pitch.
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Post by Elsa Brandon on Aug 7, 2009 12:16:31 GMT
”Oh shut up,” she warned. He was just the type of guy who could change her mind in what she wanted to do just because he disapproved but she wouldn’t let this happen, not today, not ever, so he had to stop talking. ”Right,” she yawned, trying to humour him, trying to forget everything he ever said. She’d rather do that then coach a couple of teams though, what was it about coaching which he actually enjoyed? You know what they say, those who can’t do teach. She smirked up at him.
”Right, it’s wrong.” she said quietly as she crossed her arms over her chest, feeling quite vulnerable. Her brown eyes widened as she looked up at him, the words coming from his mouth were unreal and untrue. How could he find that about her when she’d always thought she wasn’t good enough for him? As much as she tried to fight it she could feel the smile on her face growing wider. Elsa couldn’t believe it, he was the best kisser she had ever kissed, he made her feel electric, as though her whole body had caught fire but in a good way. She pushed herself up against him as she continued to kiss him, her hands cupped around his neck. All she could do whilst he rang his secretary was breath, and try to work her head around it. This wasn’t logical, wouldn’t he want sex from her? She’d always said that she would give him it. ”Where are we going?” Elsa asked as she took his hand and followed him quickly from the pitch. Maybe she shouldn’t be holding his hand in public but right now she wanted every part of him, she wasn’t sure how much she could take though. It was passion vs her brain and morals. Was she to lose her virginity today to a man who was old enough to be her father, who she didn’t really know but just had a crush on, or was there a prince charming out there that she could lose her virginity to? Like Jack Dawson, Jack had saved Rose, was Mitchell saving Elsa or just taking something from her?
She stopped him in his track, looking up at him, feeling so vulnerable and confused, yet so passionate in what was happening. ”Mitchy, what are we doing?” she asked him in a soft voice.
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