The Hangover

[Sloane Taylor]

Just like a good little puppy. Sloane smirked to herself when Nolan chased after her. As she predicted, she was not to be the one going after him. Like clockwork these boys were. Determination was an admirable trait, one Sloane loved to exploit in boys, particularly the ones who haven't had the best of luck with girls with faces...and bodies like hers. For all she knew, this boy could very well be a virgin in all aspects of the word.

When the Silver student finally fell into step with her, she slowed down and turned her head a bit to look at him. The smile caught her a bit off guard but it didn't make her miss a step, something she was proud of being in control of.

Not a lot could faze the Gould junior and the ones that did faze her, she took it all in stride. "You're asking a lot from me." She said after a long pause. Her walk had slowed to a stop and they were once more standing face to face.

"For a complete stranger, you are quite demanding." She crossed her arms under her well-endowed chest, deliberately pushing it up, knowing they were the real attention grabbers in any conversation. Her ladies have brought her fresh meat almost every time she had an...itch she couldn't scratch. Sloane doubted they were going to fail her today. But then again...there's always a first time for everything. It seemed to be that way with this good-looking student today.

[Nolan Ahlstrom]

Nolan couldn't help it.

Any guy, when faced with dire peril, will haplessly fall prey to the less than subtle charms of a low cut shirt. Nolan could have been inches from his own doom, and yet his eyes still would have strayed to Sloane's ample buxom, if only for a moment. It was the briefest of glances, and Nolan hoped that she did not notice his weakness. Really, it wasn't fair at all.

The halls were nearly empty, and Nolan began expecting the bell to ring any moment. He turned to watch another student rush past in an attempt to be on time to class, but really it was to give him a moment to regain a bit of mental composure. His eyes returned to meet Sloane's. She was pretty, really pretty. Something inside Nolan was screaming at him not to let her walk away, to just sit there and look at her. The skirt, and those boots. She must be driving the guys at Gould here wild.

“I wasn't demanding,” he said as calmly as possible, “Just trying to give you an excuse, cause I really just wanted to steal more of your time.” Nolan smiled again, hoping she didn't mind being a little late, hoping he wasn't just pissing her off. He didn't think so, but it was hard to tell with girls sometimes. “Tell you what. I'll let you get to class on time if you promise that I can take you away at lunch. Sound like a deal?”

[Sloane Taylor]

Score. Sloane's boobs one, mankind zero. She felt proud of her ladies; they've done well. She wouldn't have noticed how he had, if only for the briefest of moments, fallen prey to her feminine charms but notice she did. She wasn't going to make a big deal out of it but how could she not let him suffer a little for that little stunt he pulled back at the lockers? It just wasn't right to let a bad deed go unpunished after all.

His admission to wanting to spend more time with her would have made any other girl swoon and blush but Sloane wasn't any other girl. She was Sloane Taylor. She ate boys like him for breakfast. And enjoys it. It would be absolutely delicious to finally have him begging her for more. She didn't know when she started to find him as a challenge because boys like him had always been so easy to bed. This boy, all awkward and gangly...it was fifth grade all over again.

Why was she wasting so much time with him? He was a Silver, they wouldn't have much time together even though their schools were collaborating. For all she knew, he could be younger than her and she wasn't partial to younger guys. Not even if said younger guy looked like he could snap her like a twig.

He was still persistent and in a way, Sloane had to give in and give a dog its bone. "Now who's being forward?" She smirked, uncrossing her arms before running her fingers through her hair once more. "Again, your class is right down the hall to your left." She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. She took the opportunity to stare at his rear, smiling at what she saw. Well...he looked to be very well-put back here. He could very well be worth all the trouble. "Now be on your way, slugger." Sloane turned to walk back to class, his request left hanging in the air.

[Nolan Ahlstrom]

Nolan was spun around in circles, both figuratively and literally. Again, right when he thought it was going well Sloane showed him the door. Girls were absolutely crazy, and this one was no exception. What was a guy supposed to do? He had put himself on the line twice, and both times he was rejected. Actually, she didn't even turn down the offer for lunch, she just plain ignored it! Nolan stood for a moment, trying to figure out what happened as he listened to the girls footsteps echo throughout the hallway.

The hallway was entirely empty save for Sloane and Nolan. He turned around, his mouth half open as he attempted to say something. No sound came out. He was entirely speechless. What could he say to turn her around? This is the area of girls where Nolan showed a lack of experience. All he could do was watch the boots and the skirt move away from him. Damn she had a nice ass.

His dad always told him there were some games you couldn't win. Nolan had listened and accepted it as advice, though both his brothers would tell him that was a load of crap and that you can win any game if you try hard enough. As the youngest of the Ahlstrom family, Nolan had always assumed his older brothers were speaking about themselves, as they seemed to succeed at just about everything. Nolan was never quite the same, never as lucky or outgoing. But both of his brothers also had the fortune to mature with a mother around, a woman to talk to when they needed feminine advice. Nolan hadn't been so fortunate.

Nolan turned back and began walking towards his own class. Who knows? Maybe he could talk to a girl in class.


*Wrap? Unless you want to keep going...*

[Sloane Taylor]

*Just one more. Sloane likes Nolan don't worry *

She was inches away from her class yet she didn't want to go in. No she didn't feel bad about leaving Nolan hanging. He needed to know that she was just not the girl he needed to tamper with. She spun on her heels and walked back to where she left Nolan. A smile lit her face when she saw that he hadn't left for his class.

She sure hoped with this gesture, the Silver student didn't think he had her wrapped around his finger. "You sure are hopeless, slugger." Sloane hooked her arm in his and pulled him in the direction of his class. Lightly placing a hand over his arm, the redhead guided the boy forward.

"When a lady introduces herself, she expects the gentleman to repay her in kind. This usually works if said gentleman introduced himself, kissed the back of her hand and bowed. But we're not in the 16th century anymore so the dramatics need not be displayed." Sloane started babbling. "However, in the 20th century, a more subtle approach would be for said gentleman to tell said lady that she is very pretty and then tell her his name and ask her out for dinner. Really, is that so much for a lady to ask?"

Sloane looked up at her new...friend with a raised eyebrow. "You really ought to keep up with the times, my boy."

[Nolan Ahlstrom]

*Oh, I'm not worried. He maybe was, though!*

His name! He never introduced himself! Now Nolan remembered why he never talked to girls: he never did it right. Things had seemed to go somewhat well. Despite Sloane's varied reactions Nolan thought that he had played his part well enough, but of course he had forgotten an extremely critical part.

Nolan was flushed, there was absolutely no hiding it this time. “I'm sorry.” His boyishness started to shine through. Nolan was still fairly young, something his size often belied. “I didn't realize... I mean, uhh...” He tried to think of any way to recover from this, but he couldn't see a way. “I'm Nolan. My name is Nolan.”

He looked down towards her. She was very pretty. He had already noticed that she could dress very well, and her face was easy on the eyes. Nolan especially like her red hair, and he couldn't get the smell of it out of his nose. And her eyes, those uniquely blue eyes. He had never seen anything like them. She was a very attractive girl.

“You're pretty,” he blurted, for a moment not even realizing he had said it out loud. A sheepish grin grew across Nolan's face. He didn't mean to say it, but once he did a feeling of confidence washed over him. He'd already made a complete idiot of him self, how worse could it get? The pair slowly walked down the hallway, their flirtational waltz potentially nearing its end just four doors away. Nolan decided he had nothing to lose.

“Okay, that's all three. You know my name, I complimented you, and I asked you out to lunch. What else would you like?”

[Sloane Taylor]

The bashfulness of his reply and introduction made him all the more endearing in Sloane's eyes. But it was uncharted territory for her. She was not the type to be enamored by simple gestures, which Nolan seemed to be full of. He wasn't extravagant like all the other guys who lavish her with gifts and attention just to get with her.

When he complimented her, it wasn't tinted with sleaziness or fallacy. She could tell by his voice and gesture that he meant what he said. Although most guys who say she's beautiful or gorgeous or whatever actually mean it but their underlying tone said that the words they use were merely tools to hasten their results in bagging her. The honesty behind Nolan's whole gesture flattered and also scared her. She had to look away, compose herself and come up with her signature smirk.

"You make it sound so romantic." She simpered with that smirk of hers as she turned her head sideways when they came to a halt in front of a door. She slipped her arms out of his grip and stood in front of him once more. "Maybe I'll see you in the cafeteria. Maybe I won't who knows. Just keep an eye out for me, slugger." She reached one hand up to playfully punch his chin before ruffling his hair slightly.

She once again made to leave, this time without turning back even though she really wanted to.

*You can end it or just leave it here. Your call *