nessie // ain't gonna play nice

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo had to give Nessie detention again, though this time is was not for showing off, so he wondered if she had set this up or if it was just happenstance. She had been interested in him for a couple weeks, purposefully getting detention to fool around with him, but then she got all goody goody, breaking no rules and it was disconcerting for Paulo. Of course, he had other students to sleep with, so it wasn't a sexual problem, but it was a bit of a pride problem. What would possess her to avoid him?

Today Ms. Sorin had been a whole hour late to his class, and he had to award detention for that. He was almost excited to find out what was up with her strange behavior. Later that night, when it was time for detention, he waited in his tiny office they had finally given him.

He glanced at the clock. Would she be late for this too?

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

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It hadn't been a wise move, showing up to class as late as she was. Nessie probably would have been better off to skip the class entirely. But, she'd managed to actually fall asleep during a free period and had forgotten to set an alarm. By the time she'd woken up, she was already an hour late for class, and she hardly bothered to register the possible consequences of being so late as she ran out of her dorms. When she arrived, she was promptly awarded a detention, and had to fight to keep from groaning out loud.

Nessie had spent the bulk of the day dreading this detention, and the closer it got to time for her to show up, the more uncomfortable she became. Surely, Paulo would expect that this detention would be like every other. They'd have a bit of firewhiskey and mess around for a couple of hours before her "detention" was over. That wasn't at all her intention at the moment, though, and she wasn't sure how he would take that.

Still wearing her uniform, Nessie made her way through the castle, careful that she was barely on time. She didn't want him to think she was excited, but she didn't want to do anything that might earn her a second trip to detention. When she made it to his office, Nessie knocked on the door and waited for an answer. She wasn't above letting herself in usually, but she was making a point of keeping this time different from the others.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

"Come in." He called, looking up. On time but barely, if it was Nessie, who usually burst in unannounced. When she came in he was surprised to see her still in her uniform, shirt buttoned up and face closed. It was highly unusual and very suspect. Had she gotten pregnant? His life was over if that was the case... oh man he would be in so much trouble... two careers down the toilet.

He didn't reach for his bottle of firewhiskey and looked at her carefully, unsure of how to approach this. "You seem different." He settled on, waiting for her to sit, or demand a game or tell him she was knocked up or something.

Paulo tried to contain his worries and sit there calmly, watching her but it was not easy at all.

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

After giving herself a silent mini-pep talk, Nessie let herself into the office. One look at Paulo told her that the change in both her behavior and her appearance had been noticed. Nessie fiddled with the ring on her finger and chewed her lower lip, not quite sure how to handle this.

When Paulo didn't actually ask a question, though, she simply crossed to the chair set up by his desk and sat down. She was pretty sure she'd never actually sat down while in detention with him, so even this movement felt alien. "I, um... have homework," she told him, pulling a roll of parchment out of her bag as if to prove that she wasn't lying. And she wasn't, really. She did have homework. She just wasn't entirely sure she was going to be capable of doing it at this point. And she had a feeling she wasn't going to get away without offering any explanation at all.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

She sat down and actually took out homework. He thought back to their first detention when she asked him if she seemed the type to do homework in a tone that implied a no in response. It seemed she wasn't going to offer him anything, and so he got a little jumpy. "You aren't pregnant are you?" He said. Paulo had no tact but this would be intense if she said yes. Maybe she was just on her period and didn't want to be tempting, but it seemed like she'd be loud and complaining about it. So, it stood to reason it was something she wanted to hide.

Paulo sat tensely waiting for a response, his foot jiggling in anticipatory nerves under his desk. He really should make sure he casted the spells with students because there were so many ways things could go wrong. This "teaching" shit was no joke.

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

Of course pulling out homework when she'd previously taken pains to imply that she wasn't the studious type had to raise questions. But she hadn't quite expected the one he asked. Nessie let out a choked laugh and shook her head, gasping for breath between giggles. "I'm not pregnant," she finally told him. If she was, she most certainly wouldn't have come to tell him. "It's nothing you need to worry about," she added, her laughter finally quiet. She had no intentions of giving him a real explanation. At this point, Brett was the only one who warranted that much information.

Turning back to her homework, she began to scrawl a few words on her parchment. After a few seconds, though, she looked back up at him. "What time do I get out?" She'd never worried about that in the past since they had their ways of helping the time pass more quickly, but she had to know how much time she was going to have to spend avoiding his curious and somewhat accusatory glances.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo was very relieved to hear that, though he didn't appreciate the laughter. It was a serious thing to ask and a reasonable worry. Right? What was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly uninterested, it hurt his pride. Wasn't he the hot young teacher? Didn't she always want to come in and jump on him? Nothing was different or wrong about him, so what had changed her mind? No one could compete with him, Nessie wasn't serious about sex either. He didn't want her to see him mope, but all he really felt like doing was moping.

"In an hour." He said. Normally they went however long they wanted to and had a good time. But since no one was getting laid, he supposed she could sit here for the amount of class she had missed. That seemed fair, but really he just wanted to make her leave now, but he had to keep up appearances.

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

He was taking things harder than she'd expected, and Nessie was quickly becoming annoyed. She watched as he sulked around the room. She added a few lines to her essay before finally finding that she couldn't contain herself. She threw the quill down on the paper and glared at him. "What the bloody hell are you doing? Does sulking generally get you laid?!" Maybe yelling at him wasn't the best decision since she still had an hour left in here with him, but she really couldn't help it. He was acting like such a child! Briefly, she wondered if this was how she appeared to other people when she was upset, but she decided it wasn't worth focusing on. "I'm not going to have sex with you. It's not like I just told I'm going to shoot your ear off."

Rolling her eyes, Nessie shoved her parchment back into her bag. All of their other detentions had been a sham. This one might as well be one, too. "I'm leaving," she told him. "And if you'd like to keep our other detentions quiet, you might as well let me," she told him, shouldering her bag and heading for the door.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

He was pretty offended with her tone and accusing him of acting like a child. She acted like a child too! Two could play this game. "Yeah go ahead!" he said loudly, watching her leave. Whatever. Like anyone would take her seriously, she had a reputation and she could just be making things up because he had refused to sleep with her and hurt his pride. He didn't care. And he wouldn't give her any more detentions, or at least, he would make another professor cover them if he could.

Ridiculous. Threatening him like that. Who did she think she was?