The Original UR Fan Fic Event [CONTEST] by Yaoihuntresse : http://www.urban-rivals.com/events/?id_event=13357
Fan Fiction Info:
Title - "Love and Final Exams"
Clans taking part - Skeelz
Main Characters - Sasha, Sonny (my character from the previous stories)
Plot: Expected to actually study for a test, Sasha will do anything to take the easy way out.
This is what I have so far....
If Sasha’s math book was a living being it would be a frog; a bloated wart-covered one that dripped slime from every pore. Ok, maybe she was over exaggerating but it didn’t make having to crack the thing open and actually study for once in her life any easier. But Anton made it clear: either pass the final exam or repeat the class. Normally even that wouldn’t have bothered her; mommy and daddy always overlooked those things and were more than willing to slip a few thousand clintz any teacher’s way. That was until stupid Uncle Zatman took over the family finances and demanded that she and the rest of the family actually try not to be embarrassment to him.
And just when daddy got her that nice new Lexus for being such a brave girl when getting her wisdom teeth pulled out. There had to be some way out of this…wait a minute.
Due to space, I can't post the rest until it gets oked.
NOTE: The use of "*" means the character is thinking.
Milton, yeah, that was it. And there he was, reading under a tree, ready for her to bend him to her will. She pulled up the top to her uniform until it was just like a baby-t and pants midway to her hips while doing sexiest hip-swinging walk she was capable of.
*Come on, look at me.* She might as well have not existed; that dumb book just had too much of a pull on his attention. Now only a foot away from him she kneeled in front of him, gently pushed his book down and seductively cooed, “Oh Milton.”
“No, I will not help you cheat on your final.”
“Please?” She attempted to snatch the book away with no luck. “I could use a strong, smart man to help me.”
“Hey, I’m being nice here dweeb. What’s with you? Do you even know how many guys would kill for me to pay attention to them?”
“Maybe because you’re not my type.”
Those very words literally slapped her in the face. “Hey, I’m everybody’s type!” She gave a heavy, angry sigh the second he ignored her. “Fine be that way.”
Sasha’s mind control powers had a funny yet unique way of functioning in the form of placing her middle and index fingers together and two inches in front of her lips; gently blowing on them to create an orange, heart-shaped force of psionic energy. And as soon as it became about the size of a cassette tape, she would take it to her lips, launch it as if she was blowing a kiss and any man caught in its path would follow one, non-suicidal command of her choice. Ah, she was just halfway there and within seconds that ungrateful nerd would grant her that easy “A”.
“Sorry.” Milton turned his head, lightly crushing the psionic heart and her chances with a single hand into dust before getting up to leave. “But I’m surrounded by an imaginary force field that even you can’t get through.”
“Humph.” Sasha pouted, resting her elbows on her knees and her head on her fists. *He probably drools all over Manfred every chance he gets.*
She let her eyes scan the courtyard; there had to be someone. And there he was. Sonny, that scrawny, greasy little emo kid with the blood-shaping powers that Jay, Chiara and several of her other clanmates brought in a week ago. Something about him trying to get an entire Western Burgers parking lot to persecute him or some crap like that. No that it mattered, a guy’s a guy after all.
“Crawling in my skin.” He sang to himself while listening to is Ipod, feeling a little sore about Damien calling him a poser and wanting nothing to do with him. They were brothers in misery, carrying the angst of daily life in own ways. Couldn’t that big jerk see that?
“Enjoying your stay?” Sasha put on her most friendly smile as she made her way toward him.
“I guess.” He removed his head phones and turned to her. “I don’t mind the uniform, but” Tugging a bit on some of the fabric, it wasn’t a bad outfit. The black was a perfect reflection of the darkness around him and at least they were nice enough to give him a sleeveless one where the pants cuffed at his knees so he could get some extra access on his legs. “I worry about them.”
“Humanity will never accept what is different. We need to know fear and hide before the illusion is up.
*Oh God.* Even with her struggle to keep from rolling her eyes, Sonny still looked at her funny. “That’s…very deep.
“You mean it?” His eyes beamed with a rare hope amongst the eye-rolling and inner laughter he knew his clanmates had every time he opened his mouth.
“With every word. How about I meet you at rec room, 5-ish?” She playfully tapped him on the nose before leaving with a flirtatious giggle. “Just keep them coming back for more.”
“Sasha strikes again.” Chiara grumbled, having more than her fair share of watching the whole thing while having lunch with Caleus on a near by bench.
“Don’t.” Figuratively reading her mind, he signaled her to keep from getting up. “She’ll never learn if we keep stopping her.”
You’re like a shining like a shining light,
In the darkness of my heart,
After so long of never-beating, it is a start
It was as of now Sasha was thankful for the inborn trait that every Clint City native possessed: the ability to tone out life’s little annoyances whenever they arose as background noise. Granted out of the other ten poems Sonny composed at the spur of the moment and read out to her, this one invoked the least amount of pain. So she just smiled and clapped after it was finally done. “Wonderful.”
“Any favorite parts?” Ugh! Does he have to keep asking that?
“Well…how it all rhymed.”
“Would you like to hear another one?”
“No thanks. I’ve got homework to do.” Finally free, she sprang up for her seat. “Wow, I never thought I’d say that.”
“Good luck.” Just before she turned her back, she had to wonder: was that a smile on his face?