Tars was now cursing.
Cursing very badly in that case.
Lisa had been drooling.
Rather unprettily one must not ignore and over Him in that case.
Him was handsome.
And that's all that is obliged to acknowledge for your case.
Huh, why was he walking to Tars?
Shiii- ahhh, this is the opportunity to put the sound of the truck backing.
Insert sound here.
And... continue.
Why was he now sitting next to Tars?
Why was he speaking to Tars?
Wait, go back on the last one.
'Hi there,' he smiled showing identical dimples. Tars looked behind him and saw a psycho girl who had been kicked out of her seat.
The situation was like one in those High School Romance movies. Tars frowned when she realized that.
' You kicked a girl out of her seat.' She said to him curtly.
He blinked in surprise like he was miffed she wasn't following the script.
Blue eyes watched from beneath black, wet looking bangs and pale, pale, vampiric skin. Tall body showed a multitude of packs on the stomach when he had sat down next her, all the goodness of his body encased in a uniform of Moroni colours.
'I was assigned to you via a teacher named Mrs Rose. I wanted to sit next to you in case I need a translator.' he said. Tars rolled her eyes and smiled sadistically when a thought occurred to her.
' The girl you kicked out has a better reputation than I. You will like her better.' She said and ended it at that.
He tapped against her a few second later and cocked an eyebrow at her when she flashed him a look that asked him if he wanted to die.
' The girl speaks only five words of English.' he said.
And is hot and flirtatious according from the context of the short conversation he had had in the few seconds of piece Tars had acquired a few seconds ago, what more did a guy want?
' Absolutely perfect for you then.' Tars commented dryly and watched as she finally found out the meaning of turning pink with anger. In kiribati people only turned orange being an equatorial country and Olive was no exclusion.
In Tars mind she was wailing for all peace she would have had if the boy had not come, she was in the middle of a Terry Pratchett novel for God's sake!
' You read Equal Rites?' the boy suddenly asked as he peeked into Tars phone.
Kill him, she muttered darkly.
'What was that?' the boy asked innocently and Tars groaned inwardly.
' You know Terry Pratchett?' She asked.
He looked at her like she was insane and considering the fact that Lisa was still being the psycho she was and muttering and showing death threats from behind the boy to Tars... perhaps she was.
' He is my lord.' The boy said and suddenly pitched forward and laughed, 'Especially in Guards!'
'He is my God and I argue that Equal Rites is better.'
'No it's not.'
'Yes it is.'
'Its not!'
'Dont be childish, of course it is.'
'This situation is only childish because you chose to answer me. And it's NOT!'
'You initiated it by sounding childish. It is.'
'No its not.'
'Yes it is.'
'Yes it is!'
'So you agree.'
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'Truce.'
'I won, no truce.' Tars told him and went back to her book.
A light tap on her shoulder made her ask out loud, 'Do you wanna die?'
'Hi there, my name is Zeal let's start again shall we?'
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' Tars.'
'As in dark and sticky? Sticky with her love for me?'
'Enthusiasim is great, Zeal but keep your pants on your hips, you don't wanna lose you panties during that hot period.'
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'I call in a white flag.' was the response.