Poor Little Rich Girl

[elizabethlivingsto]

Liz could not the small laugh and the small shake of her head that accompanied it at his stalking her. She figured he wasn't serious so she wasn't freaking or getting ready to her lawyer for help. Liz might not look it, but she could kick the boy's ass from here back to London.

Why she had agreed to stick around of rlunch, she did not know. It was not like she planned on eating whatever unidentifiable concoction walked out of the kitchen anyway.

As she had thought, the use of her normal word for a cancer stick confused him. Most Yanks gave her the same look, it must have been worse for someone whose native tongue was not English. "Yes yes, it will turn my lungs black and all that lovely mess." She rolled her eyes playfully at him, though a grin did ghost her lips when he called her beautiful. At least his eyes were open!

"Thank bloody god!" She spoke, pulling her pack and a lighter out of her bag. "It helps with the stress.." She told him, lightingup and taking a much needed drag. Leaning back against the wall, Liz let her head rest against the smooth concrete for a moment, pondering his question.

"On weekends when classes were in session..I'd go home if my parents were home. They traveled a lot. Spend time with them, and the friends that didn't go to the same boarding school...ride my horses.." She blew out a plume of smoke away from Felipe. "If I stayed on campus..there were any number of parties going on..drinking ourselves stupid, breaking any number of rules." She grinned at him. "What about you...tell me there is something worth doing in this town on the weekends..considering it's Friday.."

[felipe]

Felipe sprawled back against a bright green dumpster, one boot hooked over the other one and his hands thrust deep into his pockets. The Brazilian boy's head listed a little to one side as he watched her... and listened. Travelling, horse-riding, parties. Par for the course and as he'd honestly expected.

"I'm still pretty new to town myself," he admitted, "but I already am on the football team. Proper football... not the American kind. I also like to fence. Swords," he quickly added, knowing the first reaction to that was that he liked to erect garden boundaries and such things. "I alos like to ride horses. Maybe one weekend we can try that out togther? We would get completely lost I am sure!" He threw her a grin. He wouldn't mind getting lost with her. Elizabeth was actually nice when she let her attitude drop.

"Around here though there is quite a lot to do. Bowling, the carnival, water park. A whole host of attractions. Some aristocratic mansions that allow tours. You'd feel right at home," he said with a wink. "And then there is the sea. Kinda hard to miss it really. Do you like swimming or boats? A lot of the kids here do surfing although I prefer to watch rather than take part. And you can't forget about the shopping malls. All girls like to shop... right?

He glanced over at the security patrol who was checking the area. "It is a lot worse since the shootings," he said in a low voice. Of course, Elizabeth could know nothing of that terrible day. "Gang war," he added. "Some students were killed. One of the gang was killed right in front of me." It was still a very raw memory.

[elizabethlivingsto]

He was watching her, nothing new for a guy, so she didn't stop him. His body language read of his being relaxed, now that was almost new. Most of the boys she had gone to school with had been proper English boys..with rods so far up their bum they could use them as toothpicks.

"Right pansys they are..having to wear pads and all that...give me a good game of rugby before American football..sorry lot, not like Manchester United...cor..now ther is a team I would not mind being at the bottom of the pile for." She smirked, taking another needed drag from the nicotine in her fingers.

"You ride?" Her voice clearly showed the surprise she was feeling. That had been unexpected. "I'd ahve to wait a few weeks for my handlers to bring my personal horses over the pond...you would not catch my bum on a rented horse.." She scrunched up her nose. "But riding with you sounds like fun.." Felipe went on to talk about a few other attractions in this town, and she looked over at him. "Bowling is boring..just as bas as golf..I've never been to a carnival..and swimming and boating yes..but in pools...beach..you get sand in all sorts of unhappy places...get to fish it out for days.." She smirked again, lifting her eyes to him for a moment.

"I shop..but not at malls..malls are so..ew..cheap knock offs and pathetic fashion, little girls wanting to dress like whores." She shrugged. "I prefer getting my clothing direct from the designers themselves.." Her words trailed off as she saw the security guard and heard Felipe say shooting and gang war. "You...that's a joke right?" She asked, taking her mobile from her bag and going to call Spencer. She was beyond done. No more.

[felipe]

Felipe's eyes widened slightly when she said she would like to be beneath the entire Manchester United football team. A very unexpected comment for sure and it gave him an insight into her sense of humour. He'd started to wonder if such a thing existed. It did... just well buried. If nothing else that maybe hinted at her accepting Felipe. At the very least not feeling so tense around him. A good starting point.

"I ride, and quite well," he assured her. "Not the thoroughbreds I am sure you are used to but... yes. I even competed in some cross country tournaments back in Brazil. Not that I won but its the taking part that matters... right? I would like to go with you, too. I can bring a rented ride if my lowly rear end is too common for your horses," he added with a grin.

All had been going well... Right up until Felipe mentioned the shootings. That had an immediate effect on Elizabeth. "Not a joke. I wish it was," he replied. "But the danger is past now. That's why there are so many patrols around the school and bags are searched at the main entrance. No one can bring a weapon inside the building again so you are safe. Besides, you now have a personal guard as well as a stalker," he finished with a short laugh. "Relax, Elizabeth. No one can hurt you here. You have my word on that."

In hindsight maybe he would have been wiser not to mention that day but then she would have heard of it sooner or later...

[elizabethlivingsto]

Liz often said half of the things she did purely for shock value. This was one of those times. Another amused smirk graced her lips. Liz had a sense of humor, a rather good one at times too..there was just not a lot for her to be humerous about lately.

"Thoroughbreds are just one of the few things I ride..." Liz told him, propping a foot up on the wall she was leaning against. "There's no point in entering a contest if you do not intend to win. And I have..several." She stated easily. Was she bragging? Probably. Did she care? Not really.

So security searched their bags when they came in, stalking the halls. Wonderful. "Do they do a strip and cavity search also?" She asked dryly. Felipe said something about being her personal guard as well as her stalker. The imagry made her smile at least. "Liz or LizBeth please...Elizabeth makes me feel like I've been naughty and got caught." She looked over at him.

"So..rats in your school, gang fights and shootings here...anything else I should know and can use against Spencer so I can get the hell back across the pond?"

[felipe]

"Oh? So you like doing all kinds of riding?" Felipe's left eyebrow lifted in amusement and suggestion. Her smirk in response told him she was teasing. No, it came closer to flirting. He wasn't adverse to that kind of thing and could give equally as good as he got. "I will see what I can arrange for you. Bike hire is commonplace around here!"

"As for the strip and cavity search..." He leaned closer to Elizabeth. "That is reserved for only the prettiest girls and so in your case I would advise wearing your fanciest underwear"Bueno. I shall call you Liz then," he went on. "Although I can't help but feel 'Beth' suits you better. Liz sounds... aloof and you are anything but aloof. But it shall be Liz," he assured her with an uneven smile.

He pondered her last question. "You covered the rats and the shootings... but you omitted the most pertinent factor. You can inform Spencer that their is a mad boy at school who insists on following you all over the place and telling you tales of such horror that they surely have to be invented. Not only that but this mad boy attacked your locker with no real cause and then went on to question you about your lingerie." Felipe shrugged. "He will have you out of this school and across town to the private academy before you can say Buckingham Palace," he finished, adding a wink for good measure.

[elizabethlivingsto]

"I enjoy riding quite often actually." Liz replied to him, her eyes glittering as he seemed to slide right into flirt mode. "Bikes..I would much rather ride something else." She said. Green eyes looked up at the boy as he moved in closer to her, his breath warm on her skin. A low chuckle left her lips. "And just what makes you think I am wearing knicker at all?" The brazen comment was accompanied by another smirk.


"Call me what you wish then..doesn't meant hat I will answer." The Brit told him. He went on about what else she could tell Spencer, the smile on those full lips widening even more. He really and honestly amused the hell out of her, he really did. "Whatever am I going to do with you?" She asked, shaking her head. "Trust me..if I thought I could get him to agree to a private school, I'd do it...he's being a stubborn ass about it all at the moment..I've always been in a prep school...but he seems to think that I need..rounding out..that public school would be good for me..bloody wanker." The cig was gone, and she dropped it under her feet, crushing it with a shoe.

[felipe]

"Aah I see... You like to travel commando fashion." Felipe grinned. "Interesting." Very, in fact. "I shall call you Liz as you asked. I might prefer Beth but I prefer even more that you actually answer me. I would hate to risk you ignoring me instead. For myself I don't mind my full name but my friends in Sao Paolo used to call me either Fel or Fe. My dear little sister loves to call me Filly," he added with a scowl. "My nickname, though, has always been Palhaço. It means 'joker'," he explained. "For some reason I managed to earn that name but I am not sure it was deserved. Do you have a nickname perhaps? If not I might make one up for you." Everyone should have a nickname, after all!

"But a private school wouldn't be anywhere near as much fun as this one. Imagine a place where there are no rats, no gangs... and no stalkers. How miserable would that be?"

Felipe wasn't sure what 'rounding out' meant but another word LizBeth had used sounded far more interesting. "Wanker. What does wanker mean?" he asked. He glanced down at her foot as he posed his question, watching her flatten her cigarette stub.

[elizabethlivingsto]

Liz grinned at him. "Maybe I do...maybe I don't..that's for me to know..and you.." She trailed off, her lips curling into her seeming trademark smirk. "A smart man, knows how to address a woman..." Liz let him speak, that delicious accent telling her about his little sister and her nickname for him. "Hmm filly? Here we are...back on talking about things we ride.." She tossed her dark hair back over her shoulders with a shake of her head. "Can I call you Fefe then?" She asked.

Liz folded her arms under her chest gently. "Nickname?" She asked. "No..not really..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip for a minute. "Daddy used to call me Princess.."

She was really glad when he changed the subject seconds later. "Private school..better teachers who care cause they actualy get paid more..families with money, class, social standing..no vagrants, no garbage..no..absolutely charming personal stalkers." Liz leaned in slightly to him, her eyes meeting his for a moment.

"Wanker..an English term that basically means idiot, moron..also used as a term for someone who wanks one out too often."

[felipe]

"Fefe?" Felipe nodded. "I don't mind you calling me that," he added. A special name and one just reserved to be spoken by LizBeth. He liked that a lot.

"Princess suits you but... no. I will think of something far more apt. And as a bonus I will make sure its not a rude nickname." He grinned as he added that last part. That said, any nickname would likely been in Portuguese and she wouldn't even have a clue if it WAS rude.

Felipe laughed when she went on to describve the benefits of a private academy. "So you think I am charming, do you?" he asked with a grin. He laughed again when she told him what wanker meant. "Ah... yeah... pessoa que se masturba," he repeated. "We use a similar term... Burro," he told her. "Its not something you would say to anyone you called a friend, though!"

She'd finished her cigarette by now and so he pushed himself away from the dumster. "Would you like me to show you to your first class or do you think your 20 bucks will find you another guide?" he asked with a teasing glint in his dark eyes. "But before we go do you want to exchange cell phone numbers? That way if your locker refuses to open you can summon me... can't you?" Felipe somehow managed to keep his expresiion neutral and his amusement well hidden. She was fun to be around... in spite of her attitude. Maybe that was even part of her appeal...?