Getting Away (reserved)

[Guinevere Elaine Pritchard]

After the incident that occurred at Starbucks, Guinevere was feeling slightly flustered. Typically brush-ins with populars sparked this kind of reaction yet their sly remarks were beginning to have less effect on her; though there were still times she came back to her dorm in tears. Scratching at the back of her head awkwardly Guinevere turned towards the boy and stated, “Hello…thanks for saving me back there. I would have been eaten alive.”

There was a slight pause as she shuffled her feet, shifting her weight onto her right foot. The rain had ceased yet the sky was still dark and the breeze was cool; round puddles adorned the side of the street. Clearing her throat Guinevere continued, “My name is Guinevere Pritchard.” Her brown, almond-shaped eyes widened slightly as she stared at him waiting for a response.

[Sebastian Teamani III]

Sebastian smirked smugly, “It was no trouble, I thoroughly enjoy irritating the populars,” he explained, his smirk spreading to a full, genuine smile which was rarely found on his seemingly ever scowling features. The look of triumph that he bore earlier entered his face once again and skipped into his eyes and evolved into an unbecoming appearance of over confidence. It wasn’t that he was talking to a girl, Sebastian has always been capable to carry on a conversation with the opposite sex despite the deceptive stereo type he was entitled as, a nerd, it was that he was exceedingly proud about fulfilling his second goal in life; to annoy the populars. Mindless goal you say? Well as hapless as it seems, he felt why should he bother being kind to ones that would surely give him a difficult time about having a much higher mental capacity than themselves.

“Sebastian Matthias Cordell Teamani the Third,” he stated with a mock aristocratic air about his voice, reaching out as if to grasp her hand in a handshake. But, instead, he gently clutched her hand in his own and pressed his lips to the back of it, his eyes watching her reaction intently as if transfixed. The action surprised even him. Sebastian always found suave acts over rated and very much cliché. However, somehow it seemed appropriate. Not allowing the shock to seep into his expression, Sebastian allowed her hand to fall to her side as a soft grin danced across his lips.

[Guinevere Elaine Pritchard]

Outfit

Slightly stunned by his polite gesture Guinevere merely blinked for a moment; allowing her mind to absorb all the recent events. Each memory played individually like a short film before her eyes. Conjuring up rational thought she replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her ashen cheeks were dusted with a light blush and Guinevere adjusted the strap of her bag. A silence filled the air like a delicate mist and Guinevere rubbed her arms nervously, her mud-brown eyes staring downwards at the sidewalk.

For once the sector of London they were located at was not busy due to the poor weather. Guinevere was relieved at this fact; as much as she loved London the constant hustle and bustle of the city upset her. Biting on her lower lip Guinevere sighed softly unsure of really what to say. “It’s actually quite sad,” she began referring to the populars, “one day they’ll realize their faults but it will be too late.”

[Sebastian Teamani III]

“Ah… but the pleasure is all mine,” Sebastian said with a smirk as he began walking in the direction of Wigmore’s campus, pretending like he didn’t notice her floundering for a response.“Shall we walk; I figured you would be on your way back to the grounds,” he stated and peered down at her reddened features. The wind kicked up and blew his plaid, wool scarf into his face. With a sputtering hack, Sebastian pulled the cloth away from its new found resting place and flipped it over his shoulder.

After Guin’s comment on the populars he let out a light chuckle. He couldn’t agree more. “Populars” are sad excuses of people. “Actions speak louder than words,” Sebastian snorted a laugh, “And doing anything in one’s power to become socially favorable is a definite indication to narcissism.” It truly was awful how ruthless they were to get what they want. But who was he to talk?

[Guinevere Elaine Pritchard]

“Oh, alright,” Guinevere beamed gratefully up towards Sebastian, a kind smile molding her lips. “That would be nice.” As soon as the statement left her mouth she burst into a fit of giggles, the amused sound piercing the damp air. She found the expression Sebastian had made when his woolen scarf batted him in the mouth to be uproarious despite how it only lasted for less than a second. Feeling her eyes grow wide, realizing her laughter was somewhat rude regardless that the event had been funny, Guinevere quickly covered her mouth with a hand and gave a quick nod of her head.

Clearing her throat she exclaimed, “I’m sorry but…your face was hilarious!” All previously composed serenity quickly vanished and once more laughter exploded from between her lips. A large grin spread from ear to ear as she chuckled into her hand but as soon as Guin snorted her cheeks quickly reddened in embarrassment. Turning her head in the opposite direction her eyes followed a trolley that rolled down the street, puddles splashed wildly beneath its rubber tires.

[Sebastian Teamani III]

A very beguiled look claimed Sebastian’s features, almost as if he was pained to see that she found humor in such an unbecoming act. It somewhat amused him in how quickly she was capable of controlling her fit of laughter. However, she was unable of keeping her blushed skin under wraps. Absentmindedly, in a childish act, he reached a hand from out of his coat pocket and gently poked her cheek before returning it to his pocket. “I’m so pleased to be of entertainment to you,” Sebastian droned on in a monotone, completely disregarding his random act of touching his finger to her face.

“There is no need to apologize when you don’t mean it. Besides, I rarely take offense to people such as yourself,” he confirmed in a confident voice, not sure what he mean by, ”people such as yourself”, although he had a nasty feeling she would ask what he did mean. It wouldn’t be too difficult to come up with a reply on the spot; after all, he was Sebastian Matthias Cordell Teamani III, only one of the smartest people to walk the planet. What would be so difficult about coming up with simple description of who he thought she was.

[Guinevere Elaine Pritchard]

“Oh,” she began allowing her naivety to one more cloud her thoughts as she began to trot down the sleek pavement besides Sebastian, brunette curls bouncing with each step. Her mind suddenly started to churn as his last comment was fully absorbed; laughing softly beneath her breath taking on a somewhat more serious demeanor Guinevere nodded her head. The gesture was stiff as curiosity began to weigh heavily upon her. Arching an eyebrow she inquired, “And pray tell what do you mean by ‘people such as yourself?’”

Her tone was somewhat mocking yet she was genuinely curious as to the meaning of his statement. She peered towards him carefully before clasping her hands behind her back, a bemused gleam within her eyes. “Thank you, it was rather amusing observing one such as yourself have a moment of sheer inelegance.” At this remark a smirk formed upon her lips as her gaze locked onto his face. “If you get my drift.”