*｡･+ is she trouble?

Psychology says, you’re not afraid to love, you’re afraid of not being loved back.

Drakkar quirked his brows as he painted a slight smile on his face. “Oh, babe… I think you already are classed that way.” He chuckled and stepped a bit close to her. “Not my words, but the school’s brats.” Drakkar added, followed by a shrug.

“Ouch,” fake hurt written across her face, Calysta clucked her tongue softly, giving a shake of her head, “Bring a girl down, why don’tcha. It’s just a pity I grew out of caring much for what school brats-- and by extension, clearly, you-- said. Why are you trying so hard, anyway?”

Drakkar smirked as he rolled his eyes. “Yet, that’s the keyword. But you indeed need my attention, if not- “ He cleared his throat. “Why would you bother explaining me this?”

"Gods,” she shook her head and for good measure, gave a roll of her eyes, before continuing a little more sternly than before, “Stop with your mind fuckery. Desperate need for attention does not correlate with making a couple sarcastic comments, ‘kay? If it did, then I’d be classed as pretty needy by now.”

“Oh my,shopaholic- itis does sound like a terrible disease. Thantheek goodness it didn’t infect you.”Dot joked at the older girls serious voice pattern. She shrugged a little at next co mment.”Hm,I wouldn’t think you were that bad and it makes a good way to talk to people. Oh yeah,I can totally see that but maybe I won’t sell all my stuff,just the pencils and pens. Oh yeah,it does start to look hectic later in the term.”

“Thank goodness is right. If you had it, I’m afraid there wouldn’t be much hope,” she even cracked a smile, then, as she kept the joke going. “Oh, I was. But it’s okay-- I’m at peace with how awful I used to be, now. And I’ve bettered myself... or at least, tried to. So long as you never stoop to such levels, you should be good, though. Even the pencils and pens will get you something of a profit, I’m sure. Hell, if you had anything left come exams, you could make some spending money for the holidays just by standing outside the exam hall and preying on the people going in and out. See? I’m economical.”

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

Drakkar chuckled as he heard the words coming out from the blonde’s lips. It was clear for him that she was trying something out, and though he didn’t knew what it was, he was determined to go along with her. Call it interest or just to have a good time for once. Look, I’m not a conspiracy guy but what if I tell you that everything about being stared at is just a general move to ‘trick’ you? Not saying it’s true,but it might be. And perhaps I’m just not interested in participating so I don’t pretend or maybe I am interested, but I consider the attitude they adopt a bit stupid borderline annoying. Drakkar laughed and immediately glanced at the girl’s blue eyes. So? Which one is it?

“I think,” she started, as if her point were actually a lot more important than it was... and quickly disproving that, “That you’re making my head hurt.” Then, after casting one last look to the group she’d been entertaining, Cal gave a shrug and looked back to the boy, “It’s not like I need their attention. Or yours, for that matter. My ego isn’t that fragile, yet.”

You deserve better, she almost uttered. Why settle for me being your everything, when you can do so, so much better? She couldn’t, verbalize the thoughts running round her mind, though. Saying them ran the risk of him realizing the truth-- and however selfish it might’ve been, her fear was that he’d do exactly that, and their happy little bubble would burst. She shouldn’t have stood there saying nothing when she knew she should have, but gods be damned... she couldn’t help herself. Cal wasn’t shy about pushing closer still to him as his arm went around her waist, leaning into his hand, eyes closed. Maybe if she were over emotional or just softer, she might’ve been able to find words to say in reply and maybe shed a tear or two to boot, but she wasn’t, and he had to know that the very fact she’d not pulled away was enough; right? His words couldn’t change a lifetime of what she’d believed, but they at least were enough to keep her rooted in place. Allowing herself to be moved closer, kissing him back just as much. She didn’t want to pull away and didn’t want to struggle through, knowing that she couldn’t say those three words, not yet, maybe not ever, no matter how much she knew she did. What a combination they made-- if the moment didn’t feel so serious, she might’ve laughed. “I... trust me, Thayer. I do-” love you- “I just... I can’t.” It wasn’t final. In the future, perhaps, she’d be able to put how she felt about him into words, but her fear was if she did... it could come crashing down. Better it be as it was right now, than lose it altogether. Voice a whisper, she gave the smallest nod, her lips pulled in the closest thing to a smile she could get, “Please do.”