Originally I didn't want to do it. I wasn't too happy, when she asked me to go to bed with her. But she was likable. More likable, than Yvonne Hilliard. Much-much more likable. I have got a quick view of her temper, personality, and mindset. She isn't a complicated person, she thinks straight, and wants to solve everything quick and simple, but with a rarity, she has fire inside. Her soul is strong and determined. Good basics to be a warrior. In the old times. Nowadays this type of people usually burn themselves to death. Sometimes they are able to reborn from their ashes, like a phoenix. Sometimes not, and live their remaining lives in a zombie state. I was wondering, which group she belongs to.
The moment she said the word "bed", she turned to be frightened. I immediately knew, that she didn't want to say those words. She just thought about the worst thing, she could imagine. It was so obvious, that I didn't want to even kiss her. But she was looking so frightened, and lost all of her will, that I wanted to do something to make her relive. I hoped a simple kiss would be enough, like in the fairy tales. When I leaned toward her, she didn't run away, although she had the chance. She just closed her eyes, and accepted the kiss.
This kiss. Or the previous one, I don't know which one, or how many times we have kissed each other. She is a perfect kisser, and she is so sweet! Sweeter, than any girls I have known. I don't want to stop this, and fortunately she also doesn't want to. I want our embrace to last for an eternity. I want to love her with all I have now. My hand slide downward, under her skirt, and caress her bum. It seems to make her feeling more intense. So does mine. I want her, I am crazy about her. I want to make a baby with her. Not just one baby, a whole football-group! Here and now. My hand slide under her panties.
A loud noise forces us apart. I don't recognize the source at first, my head is in daze, full with my lover. It is cruel to let her away. She turns back, and my view clears up to see my sister standing at the door like an ice-statue. She looks like a robot, with a crushed program. The source of the previous noise has come from a stack of folders, dropped by her, and she has frozen in the middle of the movement. Only her lips are moving, but no voice comes out of her.
Suddenly my little forest fairy comes to her senses, and start to depart from me. Unfortunately she moves abruptly, and with a cracking sound her panties are thorn from her, and stay in my hand. This small happening astonish both of us. But she is the one who comes out of the shock very quickly, and march out from Savannah's office, head held high.
My sister is too outraged to do the same, she needs some more time, but after that! She kicks out to close the door, and she starts to yell with bated breath.
"Do you know whose daughter is she?"
I don't say a word, but try to look guilty, and partly I really am: I don't even know my little fairy's name.
"Why do you have to come here? I would have thought that you want to destroy everything I and Taylor have been build here!"
"Destroy? Me?!" I an simply angry with her. I have never have any attention to harm them. "You don't really need me to destroy your life, you could do that yourself! If that girl is somebody important's daughter, why did you broke her arm?"
Savannah becomes white and averts her eyes.
"So that girl was right. It was really you, who broke her arm."
"Not only me was the culprit! So don't believe the lies of every teenage bitch."
"Bitch?"
"The whole town have already enjoy her kindness! All the girls hates her because of this. Nobody likes her at all, but since she is one of the richest man's daughter, they swallow their feelings, and don't show their hatred toward her."
Well, my sister's story is questionable. I kissed that fairy, and since she is a very good kisser, at first she was a bit shy. It is not a professional's behavior.
"Why are you here?" Savannah asks me in a very angry tone. She always speaks to me in this manner, why haven't I noticed earlier?
"Sylvia wants to talk to me. It was in the letter you gave me yesterday."
"She is waiting for us in the local family restaurant at tea time."
"Us?"
"You and me."
"What does she wants to talk about?"
"I don't know, maybe, the wedding." Savannah shrugs. "I have to go, I am working here, you know. Stay here, if you want."
She lefts the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
My thoughts are interesting. Sylvia is waiting for me. Half a day ago, I would have flied to this town for the mere mention of this. But now… I am somehow bored. Not interested at all. Sylvia is my ex-wife, my big love, and now I don't feel anything. Like she would be a distant relative. I am over the loss of her. It is all thanks to that girl, and I still don't know her name!
I open my backpack, and take out her school bag. There is not so much inside, a few notebooks, all empty and new. A pencil case with three pens and a calculator, and a purse, with a student card inside, and a badly covered split on the lining. Under the lining there are some paper, maybe to make the bag a bit heavier. Unusual training exercise, so I open the split a bit more, to look under the lining. I am a bit curious, what kind of pink literature she is hiding. The spectacle makes me whiter than Savannah was before. The paper turns out to be money. A lot of money. A really huge amount of money. I carefully cover the split again, and looking into her purse.
Vanessa Carpenter.
This is the name of my forest fairy. Nice name. I am staring at her picture on the student ID for a while. The chime makes me gather my senses, and pack her bag, to put back into my backpack. I take out the breakfast instead, in high time. Savannah storms into her office, she is still not happy. Taylor and the Hillard kids follows her a few moments later, and Ivo invites all of us for lunch. To spend the time, they give me the club's diaries, and a bunch of old videocassettes, to watch them on some tournaments. The room empties with the next chime, and I stay alone.
I pick a cassette, the latest one – judging by the title, and start to watch, while I eat my uncle's packed food. Nearly feels like in the movies. The regional tournament starts with the youngest ones. Five-six years old children are fighting. They are immature, untrained, but lovely and cute. They are also determined and serious. My mind starts to wander like these kids would be mine and Vanessa's… I sight, and roll forward the tape, until I notice Yvonne. I am watching her with the trainer's eyes. Comparing to her current knowledge, she was very clumsy. Good movements, but evident tactics, so she lost. It was the same with Ivo. Savannah did a really good job with them during the summer holiday. The last one is Vanessa on the tape.
She is good. Simply good. Nice movements, with a bit insecure tactics, and a few mistake. That's why she ended on the second place. This video makes me want her more. Her scoliosis surely comes from the plaster, and it could be corrected in no time. Some strengthening, and filling better tactics into her head, and she will be ready for the adult tournaments. I want her. In every way. But at first, I want to train her, and the future brings, what it has to bring. Finding her will be easy, and since she is not too popular in this town, I hope she will agree to come with me quickly.
I still have a lot of time until lunch, so I start to read the club's diary. It is written with neat handwriting, and there are glued pictures here or there. Not just from the tournaments, but other activities as well. I find a lot of Vanessa. She has the widest smile in all of them. Maybe she is not so unpopular, as Savannah has told to me. This diary is much more interesting, than any other books. We should write one for every groups in the camp. It would be a good memory for all of us.