#twotc

Eric hadn't meant to stare, he was already pissed by hearing her voice. She ruined everything yesterday, and had just randomly popping in, as if the stress wasn't enough, she began to try and be the leader, kicking Eric to the side. Eric Nohr was /never/ kicked to the sidelines. Rising from his seat he walked over, a smirk plaster to his face.

"Your shoulder still looks awful." Ava tilted her head to the side to face him. ”Good morning to you too, Ernie. My shoulder’s not as bad as your face, though. You look beat. More like homeless” she replied, twirling a strand of hair on her long fingers.

"Awww, princess! We are already coming up with cute pet names?" Eric growled through his teeth, and plops down next to her, glaring and tilting his head. "It's almost too bad, I was getting to like your salt." As soon as Eric sat down, the willowy girl quickly stood up, brushing her uniform skirt.

"Yeah, but then.. maybe I should just call you asshole.” Ava shot him a sly smile.” You know what Ernie, some day you’ll go far—and I really hope you stay there. Don't get too comfortable with me. If there is a slimmest, wildest chance of us getting…acquainted, I’d do anything to make it not happen. I'm here to win." "You can't win without your precious teammate, Avril," Eric spat back, rising to glare down at her. "All I could ever hope for and dream for is getting acquainted with you, Avril Ellinges, I've always wondered what goes on under that scarf of yours," he snickered. Her eyes flashed at his response. "Something that you will not ever see, or touch, in your whole lifetime, really. Not that you've seen one anyway, your mother's doesn't count." Ava scoffed in aggravation. Eric playfully grasped his heart and faked a pained expression. "Ouch! You've got me! But, princess," he leaned over and chuckled quietly in her ear, "That's what I've got my imagination for." Pulling away, he shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "Not that I'm worried, or wistful. I wouldn't make myself ill with your touch." Ava stared the boy down evenly, a hit of smug could be heard from her voice. "Listen to me, Eric Nohr. If you want to play this game, you have to be careful. Because you are going to be so damn in love with me. And you’ll be getting off on this, and I really would rather die than feel the same way. You’re not getting any from me. I’m here to win.” Her jaw was set, and her gray eyes looked like stony cement.

“Now move, I've got Head Girl duties. I don't have time to entertain your imagination. Don't think of me too much”.

"Awww, you believe in fairy tales? How sweet," Eric said, grinning down at her. Patting her head, he shrugged. "Thinking of you is like having nightmares while you're awake, there will be none of that, princess."

"You’re not as witty as you think you are, Ernie, you're really not." She rolled her eyes dismissively, lip curled in annoyance. “Why you are still hovering? I've got Head Girl Duties. Move!" Ava shoved him to the side with her good elbow.

"Oh but, Avril! I just need your help!" He cried out in faux worry. "I've been so worried about your poor old shoulder!" He winked and leaned over. "Head Girl duties, eh? That got double meaning to it? Who's the lucky fella- or girl, if that's what you prefer."

Ava muttered lowly, an unbearable smirk in place. “Yeah but you see.. That's what you’ve got your imagination for…yeah?