Collab with @Fabricant451 and @lovely complex
It was hard to imagine a day getting any worse than the morning had gone. Truth be told, Darian’s morning was quite eventful but it wasn’t exactly what she would call good. She had kissed Melanie in front of a class of her...well…’peers’, had pretty much shot herself in the foot in front of the one teacher she actually liked, and had assumed her first hook up of the new school year would be everyone’s favorite goodie two-shoes herself. Two of those things sounded positive, though that was disregarding the simple fact that the kiss came with a slap and Gigi...well…
Darian sighed as she dragged the unconscious Gigi back into the room. Gigi had been...different, but in an oddly intriguing way; the girl Darian had so often written off as a perennial good girl had shown a flash of something else, something darker, and something Darian didn’t expect. Gigi’s kiss had been different, it was the kiss of someone ravenous, it was the kind of kiss Darian gave to the younger students she took under her arm for a night or two...and it was the kind of kiss Darian had never been on the receiving end of.
”You’re fulla surprises, ain’tcha?” Darian asked herself as she put Gigi onto the bed. ”Not the way I wanted to get you in my bed but...don’t say I never did nothin’ nice.” She figured her words were falling on deaf ears, but it helped ease her into situation.
There was an unconscious girl in her bed. A girl who WOULD be missed by her classmates. Said classmates might well have found out that Gigi was last seen with Darian, a girl that none of them really liked. Had Darian just left Gigi out in the hall...it wouldn’t exactly look good for Darian. Still, as the dark skinned girl looked over at her bed...the setting still didn’t look good for Darian but at least it was better than leaving Gigi.
”Funny thing is, I ain’t been kissed like that before. I know, right?” Darian was holding a conversation with the passed out Gigi, which was to say that Darian was having a conversation with herself. She was thinking aloud. ”Thing is...I didn’t want to bring you around here, to my room I mean. You’re nice. People like you.” Darian rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand as she went to sit at her desk, digging her crappy outdated laptop out from the drawer. ”You could do better than me.”
Darian gave a look back to Gigi while the monitor of her laptop lit up. Darian’s fingers slid along the trackpad to her email inbox, where the most recent message was from the student council.
Darian read the message no less than four times, honestly shocked that she had gotten the go ahead. Student Council encouraged the students to run, but even the guidance counselor had expressed his doubts over Darian being allowed to give it a shot. It was why she needed the staff recommendation in the first place.
”Holy shit...Mrs. Castro I could kiss you..” Darian would have to apologize to her favorite teacher but that would come later. For now, she opened up a word processor and started her sudden task.
”My fellow students...no….Greetings...ugh no….Hello, my name is Darian Green and I want to be your next Student Council President….no...too formal...too stiff...fucking why did I ditch out on English…”
The task was clearly going to be something of a challenge…
If Genevieve said she was remotely ‘experienced’ she would be lying, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t prepared to take chances. Her image wasn’t always seemingly flawless. She had years of alone time to read, observe, and practice. After all, Burnswick Private Academy is the first and only school she has ever attended. No one would know that her foster mother, Persephone, was rather promiscuous. Gigi took in her surroundings. Even if she was only a child, her wide eyes caught onto things not many adults wanted someone that small to see. No one was perfect. Persephone was a prime example of that. A woman who mothered abandoned and lost children by day and who filled her own empty void by sleeping around at night. Human nature was a fickle thing and most individuals walked the grey line of what was right and what was wrong. Not even her fathers can say they’re completely innocent.
The silently sleeping baker felt like she had a moment of peace with herself. Until her dying day, Gigi will call Persephone her mother, while her fathers would always be James and Virgil. Yes, her foster mother had a reputation that made men believe they could take advantage of her, but… she was still a good person. Who was Gigi to judge when the wildest experience she can recall is letting go of Virgil’s hand to protect a girl being cornered by a group? Being homeschooled, she didn’t have many opportunities to interact with other kids besides when she visited the orphanage, but in some instances like that, all Gigi’s fears and insecurities shut off and she became something more, you know? She can’t recall the faces of any of those middle schoolers, only that the situation didn’t look good for one person. Words seem to come easy to her when the situation direly needed it. There was no doubt those students could beat the living shit out of her and the mysterious girl in her past. The odds were against them but somehow… with words, she was able to trigger them emotionally and make them back off. Her papa didn’t interfere either. He stood at a distance and watched, ready to jump in if they came near his daughter. By the end of it all, he was thoroughly impressed and could only smile. Perhaps it was that moment that made her parents have higher expectations of her, they saw a voice, she didn’t believe she had.
Attending a co-ed private school was a bit of an overwhelming experience for her. She learned within the first week of school that appearance was everything. It didn’t help that her dad was constantly checking up on her through the Headmaster. Anxiety wasn’t something she experienced until she went to highschool. Maybe that explains her OCD when it came to cleaning. Being around many people trying not to set them off was nerve wracking, while making sure her grades were on point so she wasn’t a disappointment. What happened to that voice they thought she had? Life was more intimidating than she expected and if she was just… obedient… problems wouldn’t arise.
Or was this a challenge she needed to conquer? Her thoughts were blaring and loud, her fears became sharp and dangerous, and people’s opinions made her doubt she was even capable of achieving anything…
Why is it she can see the good in others but not herself? Anxiety was a bitch.
Her face squinted a little at the words: You can do better than me. Gradually, Gigi opened her eyes to reveal her sea green orbs as her haze became clear, taking in what was in front of her. Surely, her amok hair from falling on the floor, being dragged, and then sleeping on a stranger’s bed, could cause misunderstandings. Her uniform most definitely had wrinkles now, which is why she preferred hanging up her clothes. Of course, she didn’t mentally comprehend any of this. Her stare rested on the face, a distance away, in front of her’s. The laptop light reflected off of the dark skinned girl’s bewildered face, as she seemed lost for words.
Curiosity filled the little baker. Silently, she slid off the bed and tiptoed to see what was on the laptop. Darian was caught up with typing something… OH. A speech? She was running for Student Council President? The ash-blondie wasn’t surprised (though most individuals would be-- she was a weird exception). Rather, she was impressed Darian cared about the school enough to take a big chance like this. Her stare couldn’t help but see the struggle the she-wolf was having when writing her speech.
Patting her skirt down, not realizing her top button of her blouse was undone, Gigi gently complimented, “It’s really cool you’re running for a position on Student Council. I think you would be a refreshing change. I’m sure there’s issues you’re passionate about.” The baker girl prepared herself for a violent verbal attack so she stood her ground and began twiddling with her fingers, “You- you may not see it, but you’re one of the most impressionable people at this school. Sure, you terrify most of the student body, but… your voice is memorable and I’d like to believe you actually care. That’s something this school needs…” Biting her bottom lip, Gigi debated if she should back away and make her retreat. Instead, she kept her feet planted. She wanted to give Darian some advice on writing her speech, but for now. she was going to hold her tongue and wait for the repercussions of her actions. Mentioning she was running for President as well wasn’t something Gigi should do in this instance… maybe she could tell her before she leaves. Not wanting her potential competitor to backdown, Gigi would try her best to cautiously talk about this topic, hoping to some higher power, they could have a somewhat reasonable conversation.
Darian was, for the first time in her academic career, too caught up in her task that she didn’t even hear Gigi waken, and it was only after the baker had spoken that Darian knew her secret plan was suddenly a shared one. She scrambled to close her laptop even though the damage had been done. Her first thought was that it was a terribly rude thing to do: read over someone’s shoulder at potentially private information. Her second was that she was glad, at least, that she hadn’t been perusing some of the other files present on her laptop; the presence of company, passed out or otherwise, wouldn’t have deterred her.
”It doesn’t matter anyway,” Darian responded, the slight edge to her voice present once more; whether she was speaking to Gigi or about her own chances was up in the air. ”I’ve got no chance anyway. Fuckin’ assholes didn’t even want me to run, said I’d just embarrass the school. Why the fuck people think they know me better than I know me?”
Darian shook her head slowly, a heavy shake that came with the years of weight attached to it. ”It’s a stupid idea anyway. Don’t pretend like you believe that shit you said. This school needs me like a submarine needs screen doors. You can drop the act, Gumdrop, I know you ain’t here because you wanna be, and I know you ain’t interested in makin’ nice.”
Darian pushed her laptop aside and stood up from her desk in order to plop down onto her bed. ”Don’t let me keep ya from your lessons or whatever. I know you wanted to leave ever since I bitched you out. Shame. I woulda rocked your damn world.” Darian rested her hands beneath her head, knees bent upwards, as she relaxed on her bed.
”But you tell a fuckin’ soul about my stupid Student Council thing and I’ll tell the whole damn school what color underwear you’re wearin’” At that, Darian motioned to her own chest, a subtle indication to the other girl that the undone button offered the tiniest of glimpses.
But a glimpse was all Darian needed.
Oddly enough, the more the bleached haired woman lashed out, the less she seemed intimidating. Was it because Gigi was mentally prepared for her venomous bite or was she actually getting use to her? Her gaze never left the other woman’s face, who inadvertently revealed her thoughts on the matter.
Yet, Gigi couldn’t help but see the core of her argument in her rant, as if the flooded words of the troublemaker had shed some small light on the person behind the mask. She stood quiet as Darian left her desk and plopped her nice bottom on her bed. With a roll of her eyes, Gigi went to grab her bag, “You have a roundabout way of kicking someone out. You’re pissed at the world for painting an image of you and here you are, assuming things about me.” Putting her bag on her back, she sighed at the ‘problem’ child, “Sorry I can’t be sympathetic, Darian. From the sounds of it, you’ve already given up. Everyone will have their judgements, I just never thought you cared enough to quit.”
As she tried to pat her hair down, to tame it to some degree, Gigi voiced on, “Less competition for me! If you don’t trust me now, what makes you think you can trust me later? Best describe my underwear in great detail, lace and all, because I’m obviously going to tell the whole school.” Though thankful, the sarcasm was strong in her tone, as she buttoned her blouse. Not one to admit she was a pinch turned on, she ignored the comment about Darian rocking her world. To be honest, she probably could have. Nonetheless, Genevieve was given new information that Ms. Green had a poor sense of self and had little to no drive to get what she wanted.
Approaching the exit, she reached for the doorknob, “If you do decide to not be such a baby, I believe you’ll find more inspiration in your speech by staying true to yourself. After all, you know yourself better than anyone else, right?”
Suddenly, Gigi’s hand instinctively pulled back when she heard the robotic cell phone voice, "Ladies first." What was that kid’s name again? Why is he in the girls’ dorm?
Knock.Knock.Knock.
Definitely hands of a smaller person. She heard more footsteps approaching from down the hall. What the hell? Was this a major rescue team or something?
"Uh... Excuse me for a moment, I just gotta..." L was there too? It sounded like things were being taped on Darian’s door. Turning her head towards Darian while taking a step back, Gigi was annoyed at the fact that so many people felt compelled to look for her. Or was this some odd coincidental thing? Sending an army wasn’t necessary. Sure, she fainted... BUT she was fully capable of taking care of herself. Her friends had no faith in her, did they?
“How much do you care about your reputation?” Gigi whispered, low enough so no one else would hear her. Her glare gave off the feeling that she would let Darian, who loved to lead, call the shots since this affected her probably more than ‘Little Miss Sweetheart’. If Darian wanted her Gumdrop to mosey on out into the party of opinionated individuals, she would do so. Until then, the baker girl would wait.
Darian’s response to Gigi’s little analysis was a collective scoff and a rolling of the eyes. Who did she think she was, thinking she had Darian all figured out based on one admittedly awkward encounter? She had half a mind to say something, if that wouldn’t have meant playing directly into the baker’s hands. Darian knew enough to know that Gigi’s words came twinged with a goading cry to them, a way to get Darian to pony up, perhaps by saying ‘who said I was quittin’’ or something equally as simple. But Darian knew better than to be manipulated so easily.
”I ain’t kickin’ you out, but I doubt you wanna stay. About the only thing to do in here is me.” Darian offered a smirk at her own off color remark. She thought it best to simply avoid the topic of her personality or the fact that….”Wait what do you mean less competition?” Slow on the uptake, perhaps, but the revelation and realization had the girl bolting upright. ”YOU? You can’t be serious. What the fuck kinda President would you be? Mandatory bake sales or some goofy shit. You’re the definition of a follower, Gumdrop, this school would eat your little ass up if you attempted to lead it. What’s the hardest decision you ever had to make? Blueberry muffin or cranberry muffin?” As Darian spoke she had gotten off her bed and approached Gigi, though not close enough to get in the girl’s face.
”Nice people ain’t worth SHIT in politics.”
Darian had more to say on the subject but paused as she heard the knocking and the voices outside. What the fuck was happening now? Were they that worried about their precious Gigi?
”It’s all I got,” Darian whispered back, annoyed at the people outside, ”Way I see it, we got two options. Option one, you go out all cryin’ and shit because I kicked you out after ‘whatever’. Makes me look like the asshole but the fuck do I care. Option two we have a little fun, but that’s gonna require you to unbutton that blouse again.” Darian felt there was nothing wrong with playing a little trick on the nosy little bees.
”Unless you got some better idea.”
Now the delinquent was curious about Gigi.
The fire between the two girls was quite apparent. Both had their perceptions of the other and both were stubborn as fuck, neither backing down from their point of view. Did Darian truly think she was not competition? This… this infuriated her. She will save the heated debate for Campaign Week though. Gigi couldn’t help but sense a challenge in Darian’s two option ultimatum.
“If I was a follower, you wouldn’t have enjoyed my tongue.” And with that, she dropped her bag on the ground and brought her hands to her hair, undoing her ribbons. Approaching Darian’s wrist, Gigi tied one of her red ribbons around it. Then she went back to making herself look like a major misunderstanding. Flipping her hair, she rubbed her hands in the ash blonde strands to give off the vibe that she had one hell of a time with the she-wolf. The next moments, she unbuttoned her blouse, not one button, or two, but three, revealing enough of her lavender bra to make anyone bewildered, and even took off her nylon stockings. Quickly, she put her stockings and the other ribbon inside her bag and placed her bare feet back into her shoes.
“Too bad this is only a lie. I’m too ‘nice’ for you, right?” Gigi said teasingly. Picking up her bag, she stared at Darian wondering if she was going to add anything to their ‘act’, “If we’re doing this. Might as well go all out~. I think they should see you first.” Gigi couldn’t help but smile, a faint blush on her face, showing she was excited. Was it bad she didn’t mind tricking her friends for not trusting her? Plus, this was kind of exhilarating.
Darian didn’t know what brought this side of Gigi on, only that she was definitely digging it. The irony was lost on her, of course: Darian had always been so adamant to tell people off for assuming things about her and yet...how many times in their little adventure had she assumed things about Gigi? Up to and including the belief that Gigi was some sort of goody two-shoes type. Darian wondered what their classmates would think if they had been flies on the wall for this particular series of events. Would they still think of her as someone to be admired...or would they simply blame the delinquent Darian for corrupting her?
Darian was good. But she wasn’t that good.
With a smirk that could say a thousand words, Darian mentally pat herself on the back, believing herself to be the composer for this deception symphony and for the better glimpse at Gigi’s lavender bra. ”Doesn’t have to be a lie, you know. We could make them wait. What’s ten more minutes?” If Darian was teasing it didn’t come through in her voice, and she raised her eyebrow towards the not at all bashful baker as if asking her to consider the offer.
Before getting an answer, though, Darian hurriedly lifted her black tee up over her head, making sure to tussle up her hair as she did so. The shirt was tossed onto the floor near her bed and the girl with bleached hair and an eternal attitude stood in just a black bra. To sell the illusion, she lowered the straps to her upper arm, as if she had just been forced to hastily put it on. For a second she thought of undoing the hooks but thought better of it. With a shrug and a whisper of ’Fuck it’ Darian also quickly slid her pants down her slender legs, stepped out of them, and tossed them with her shirt. She was in her underwear as if she had no care at all.
”Gotta make it look legit, right? You should sit on the bed, try and look like we just got done, all post-coital glow and shit. You ready?”
The day was turning out pretty alright after all.
Having a show of Darian stripping definitely didn’t make thinking clear and easy, Gigi’s sea green orbs trailed down the slim body. One thing the other girl surely had compared to Genevieve’s figure was sexy attributes for days. Though Gumdrop has never ‘finished’ before, or even had sex for that matter, she could definitely recall times she walked in on her guardians by accident (...and there was the internet). Ultimately, this was all an act and she didn’t think Darian’s words held any meaning beyond: let’s put on a good show!
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She strutted to the bed, unintentionally putting a little bounce to her walk. Crawling onto the comforter, giving Darian a nice view of her rear end, Gigi gently turned around and brought her knees together, giving a more ‘bashful’ bliss image. Putting her hands in between her legs, which pushed her skirt inwards and caused her boobs to push out, Gigi started to breathe slightly heavier, like she was catching her breath (oddly enough, she seemed like she had the orgasm of her life and speedily got herself together after the knock).
Somehow, she was able to go teary-eyed and even add more pink to her cheeks, she looked fixedly at Darian and licked her lips, so the shine would add to the trick. Playfully, she moaned, “Mm. I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”
”So that’s a ‘no’ on the doing it for real, then? Well, your loss,” Darian tossed a remark Gigi’s way, though her eyes watched intently as the other girl crawled, literally crawled, onto the bed. It was a nice image, one that Darian was not likely to forget anytime soon. The final part of the preparation came from Darian herself, who took a quick detour, turning to dig through her backpack. She pulled out a cigarette and put it inbetween her lips; she couldn’t light it - the last time she did it set off the sprinkler system in the dorms - but the intent was clearly there. A post-coital cigarette like they do.
With one final glance over towards Gigi and a nod that followed, Darian finally approached the door. With one hand on the handle she craned her head towards Genevieve and counted down from three with her fingers. When she got to one, the game was on.
Darian opened the door and to her great surprise stood not one, but four faces. Four familiar faces were getting an eyeful of Darian Green in nothing but her bra and panties, with the bra practically falling off. Though her eyes noticed the very unexpected (and certainly unwelcome) figure of Raphael (she would never call him ‘L’ that was just out of the question), Darian kept her cool, leaning against the doorway with all the confidence and swagger as someone who HAD just been interrupted in the middle of a sensual act.
”Hey, Melanie,” Darian spoke in her low husk of a voice, ”Got room for one more if you’re interested. Knew you liked that kiss, girl.” Darian puckered her lips and blew a quick kiss towards their class rep.
If shame had a name, it absolutely was not Darian Green.
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Darian & Gigi
It was hard to imagine a day getting any worse than the morning had gone. Truth be told, Darian’s morning was quite eventful but it wasn’t exactly what she would call good. She had kissed Melanie in front of a class of her...well…’peers’, had pretty much shot herself in the foot in front of the one teacher she actually liked, and had assumed her first hook up of the new school year would be everyone’s favorite goodie two-shoes herself. Two of those things sounded positive, though that was disregarding the simple fact that the kiss came with a slap and Gigi...well…
Darian sighed as she dragged the unconscious Gigi back into the room. Gigi had been...different, but in an oddly intriguing way; the girl Darian had so often written off as a perennial good girl had shown a flash of something else, something darker, and something Darian didn’t expect. Gigi’s kiss had been different, it was the kiss of someone ravenous, it was the kind of kiss Darian gave to the younger students she took under her arm for a night or two...and it was the kind of kiss Darian had never been on the receiving end of.
”You’re fulla surprises, ain’tcha?” Darian asked herself as she put Gigi onto the bed. ”Not the way I wanted to get you in my bed but...don’t say I never did nothin’ nice.” She figured her words were falling on deaf ears, but it helped ease her into situation.
There was an unconscious girl in her bed. A girl who WOULD be missed by her classmates. Said classmates might well have found out that Gigi was last seen with Darian, a girl that none of them really liked. Had Darian just left Gigi out in the hall...it wouldn’t exactly look good for Darian. Still, as the dark skinned girl looked over at her bed...the setting still didn’t look good for Darian but at least it was better than leaving Gigi.
”Funny thing is, I ain’t been kissed like that before. I know, right?” Darian was holding a conversation with the passed out Gigi, which was to say that Darian was having a conversation with herself. She was thinking aloud. ”Thing is...I didn’t want to bring you around here, to my room I mean. You’re nice. People like you.” Darian rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand as she went to sit at her desk, digging her crappy outdated laptop out from the drawer. ”You could do better than me.”
Darian gave a look back to Gigi while the monitor of her laptop lit up. Darian’s fingers slid along the trackpad to her email inbox, where the most recent message was from the student council.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST. WITH THE RECOMMENDATION FROM MRS. CASTRO, YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED PERMISSION TO RUN IN THIS YEAR’S STUDENT COUNCIL ELECTIONS. WE ADVISE YOU TO PREPARE A STATEMENT DECLARING YOUR CANDIDACY TO BE READ COME CAMPAIGN WEEK.
Darian read the message no less than four times, honestly shocked that she had gotten the go ahead. Student Council encouraged the students to run, but even the guidance counselor had expressed his doubts over Darian being allowed to give it a shot. It was why she needed the staff recommendation in the first place.
”Holy shit...Mrs. Castro I could kiss you..” Darian would have to apologize to her favorite teacher but that would come later. For now, she opened up a word processor and started her sudden task.
”My fellow students...no….Greetings...ugh no….Hello, my name is Darian Green and I want to be your next Student Council President….no...too formal...too stiff...fucking why did I ditch out on English…”
The task was clearly going to be something of a challenge…
“Character is what you are in the dark.” - Dwight L. Moody
If Genevieve said she was remotely ‘experienced’ she would be lying, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t prepared to take chances. Her image wasn’t always seemingly flawless. She had years of alone time to read, observe, and practice. After all, Burnswick Private Academy is the first and only school she has ever attended. No one would know that her foster mother, Persephone, was rather promiscuous. Gigi took in her surroundings. Even if she was only a child, her wide eyes caught onto things not many adults wanted someone that small to see. No one was perfect. Persephone was a prime example of that. A woman who mothered abandoned and lost children by day and who filled her own empty void by sleeping around at night. Human nature was a fickle thing and most individuals walked the grey line of what was right and what was wrong. Not even her fathers can say they’re completely innocent.
The silently sleeping baker felt like she had a moment of peace with herself. Until her dying day, Gigi will call Persephone her mother, while her fathers would always be James and Virgil. Yes, her foster mother had a reputation that made men believe they could take advantage of her, but… she was still a good person. Who was Gigi to judge when the wildest experience she can recall is letting go of Virgil’s hand to protect a girl being cornered by a group? Being homeschooled, she didn’t have many opportunities to interact with other kids besides when she visited the orphanage, but in some instances like that, all Gigi’s fears and insecurities shut off and she became something more, you know? She can’t recall the faces of any of those middle schoolers, only that the situation didn’t look good for one person. Words seem to come easy to her when the situation direly needed it. There was no doubt those students could beat the living shit out of her and the mysterious girl in her past. The odds were against them but somehow… with words, she was able to trigger them emotionally and make them back off. Her papa didn’t interfere either. He stood at a distance and watched, ready to jump in if they came near his daughter. By the end of it all, he was thoroughly impressed and could only smile. Perhaps it was that moment that made her parents have higher expectations of her, they saw a voice, she didn’t believe she had.
Attending a co-ed private school was a bit of an overwhelming experience for her. She learned within the first week of school that appearance was everything. It didn’t help that her dad was constantly checking up on her through the Headmaster. Anxiety wasn’t something she experienced until she went to highschool. Maybe that explains her OCD when it came to cleaning. Being around many people trying not to set them off was nerve wracking, while making sure her grades were on point so she wasn’t a disappointment. What happened to that voice they thought she had? Life was more intimidating than she expected and if she was just… obedient… problems wouldn’t arise.
Or was this a challenge she needed to conquer? Her thoughts were blaring and loud, her fears became sharp and dangerous, and people’s opinions made her doubt she was even capable of achieving anything…
Why is it she can see the good in others but not herself? Anxiety was a bitch.
Her face squinted a little at the words: You can do better than me. Gradually, Gigi opened her eyes to reveal her sea green orbs as her haze became clear, taking in what was in front of her. Surely, her amok hair from falling on the floor, being dragged, and then sleeping on a stranger’s bed, could cause misunderstandings. Her uniform most definitely had wrinkles now, which is why she preferred hanging up her clothes. Of course, she didn’t mentally comprehend any of this. Her stare rested on the face, a distance away, in front of her’s. The laptop light reflected off of the dark skinned girl’s bewildered face, as she seemed lost for words.
Curiosity filled the little baker. Silently, she slid off the bed and tiptoed to see what was on the laptop. Darian was caught up with typing something… OH. A speech? She was running for Student Council President? The ash-blondie wasn’t surprised (though most individuals would be-- she was a weird exception). Rather, she was impressed Darian cared about the school enough to take a big chance like this. Her stare couldn’t help but see the struggle the she-wolf was having when writing her speech.
Patting her skirt down, not realizing her top button of her blouse was undone, Gigi gently complimented, “It’s really cool you’re running for a position on Student Council. I think you would be a refreshing change. I’m sure there’s issues you’re passionate about.” The baker girl prepared herself for a violent verbal attack so she stood her ground and began twiddling with her fingers, “You- you may not see it, but you’re one of the most impressionable people at this school. Sure, you terrify most of the student body, but… your voice is memorable and I’d like to believe you actually care. That’s something this school needs…” Biting her bottom lip, Gigi debated if she should back away and make her retreat. Instead, she kept her feet planted. She wanted to give Darian some advice on writing her speech, but for now. she was going to hold her tongue and wait for the repercussions of her actions. Mentioning she was running for President as well wasn’t something Gigi should do in this instance… maybe she could tell her before she leaves. Not wanting her potential competitor to backdown, Gigi would try her best to cautiously talk about this topic, hoping to some higher power, they could have a somewhat reasonable conversation.
Darian was, for the first time in her academic career, too caught up in her task that she didn’t even hear Gigi waken, and it was only after the baker had spoken that Darian knew her secret plan was suddenly a shared one. She scrambled to close her laptop even though the damage had been done. Her first thought was that it was a terribly rude thing to do: read over someone’s shoulder at potentially private information. Her second was that she was glad, at least, that she hadn’t been perusing some of the other files present on her laptop; the presence of company, passed out or otherwise, wouldn’t have deterred her.
”It doesn’t matter anyway,” Darian responded, the slight edge to her voice present once more; whether she was speaking to Gigi or about her own chances was up in the air. ”I’ve got no chance anyway. Fuckin’ assholes didn’t even want me to run, said I’d just embarrass the school. Why the fuck people think they know me better than I know me?”
Darian shook her head slowly, a heavy shake that came with the years of weight attached to it. ”It’s a stupid idea anyway. Don’t pretend like you believe that shit you said. This school needs me like a submarine needs screen doors. You can drop the act, Gumdrop, I know you ain’t here because you wanna be, and I know you ain’t interested in makin’ nice.”
Darian pushed her laptop aside and stood up from her desk in order to plop down onto her bed. ”Don’t let me keep ya from your lessons or whatever. I know you wanted to leave ever since I bitched you out. Shame. I woulda rocked your damn world.” Darian rested her hands beneath her head, knees bent upwards, as she relaxed on her bed.
”But you tell a fuckin’ soul about my stupid Student Council thing and I’ll tell the whole damn school what color underwear you’re wearin’” At that, Darian motioned to her own chest, a subtle indication to the other girl that the undone button offered the tiniest of glimpses.
But a glimpse was all Darian needed.
Oddly enough, the more the bleached haired woman lashed out, the less she seemed intimidating. Was it because Gigi was mentally prepared for her venomous bite or was she actually getting use to her? Her gaze never left the other woman’s face, who inadvertently revealed her thoughts on the matter.
Yet, Gigi couldn’t help but see the core of her argument in her rant, as if the flooded words of the troublemaker had shed some small light on the person behind the mask. She stood quiet as Darian left her desk and plopped her nice bottom on her bed. With a roll of her eyes, Gigi went to grab her bag, “You have a roundabout way of kicking someone out. You’re pissed at the world for painting an image of you and here you are, assuming things about me.” Putting her bag on her back, she sighed at the ‘problem’ child, “Sorry I can’t be sympathetic, Darian. From the sounds of it, you’ve already given up. Everyone will have their judgements, I just never thought you cared enough to quit.”
As she tried to pat her hair down, to tame it to some degree, Gigi voiced on, “Less competition for me! If you don’t trust me now, what makes you think you can trust me later? Best describe my underwear in great detail, lace and all, because I’m obviously going to tell the whole school.” Though thankful, the sarcasm was strong in her tone, as she buttoned her blouse. Not one to admit she was a pinch turned on, she ignored the comment about Darian rocking her world. To be honest, she probably could have. Nonetheless, Genevieve was given new information that Ms. Green had a poor sense of self and had little to no drive to get what she wanted.
Approaching the exit, she reached for the doorknob, “If you do decide to not be such a baby, I believe you’ll find more inspiration in your speech by staying true to yourself. After all, you know yourself better than anyone else, right?”
Suddenly, Gigi’s hand instinctively pulled back when she heard the robotic cell phone voice, "Ladies first." What was that kid’s name again? Why is he in the girls’ dorm?
Knock.Knock.Knock.
Definitely hands of a smaller person. She heard more footsteps approaching from down the hall. What the hell? Was this a major rescue team or something?
"Uh... Excuse me for a moment, I just gotta..." L was there too? It sounded like things were being taped on Darian’s door. Turning her head towards Darian while taking a step back, Gigi was annoyed at the fact that so many people felt compelled to look for her. Or was this some odd coincidental thing? Sending an army wasn’t necessary. Sure, she fainted... BUT she was fully capable of taking care of herself. Her friends had no faith in her, did they?
“How much do you care about your reputation?” Gigi whispered, low enough so no one else would hear her. Her glare gave off the feeling that she would let Darian, who loved to lead, call the shots since this affected her probably more than ‘Little Miss Sweetheart’. If Darian wanted her Gumdrop to mosey on out into the party of opinionated individuals, she would do so. Until then, the baker girl would wait.
Darian’s response to Gigi’s little analysis was a collective scoff and a rolling of the eyes. Who did she think she was, thinking she had Darian all figured out based on one admittedly awkward encounter? She had half a mind to say something, if that wouldn’t have meant playing directly into the baker’s hands. Darian knew enough to know that Gigi’s words came twinged with a goading cry to them, a way to get Darian to pony up, perhaps by saying ‘who said I was quittin’’ or something equally as simple. But Darian knew better than to be manipulated so easily.
”I ain’t kickin’ you out, but I doubt you wanna stay. About the only thing to do in here is me.” Darian offered a smirk at her own off color remark. She thought it best to simply avoid the topic of her personality or the fact that….”Wait what do you mean less competition?” Slow on the uptake, perhaps, but the revelation and realization had the girl bolting upright. ”YOU? You can’t be serious. What the fuck kinda President would you be? Mandatory bake sales or some goofy shit. You’re the definition of a follower, Gumdrop, this school would eat your little ass up if you attempted to lead it. What’s the hardest decision you ever had to make? Blueberry muffin or cranberry muffin?” As Darian spoke she had gotten off her bed and approached Gigi, though not close enough to get in the girl’s face.
”Nice people ain’t worth SHIT in politics.”
Darian had more to say on the subject but paused as she heard the knocking and the voices outside. What the fuck was happening now? Were they that worried about their precious Gigi?
”It’s all I got,” Darian whispered back, annoyed at the people outside, ”Way I see it, we got two options. Option one, you go out all cryin’ and shit because I kicked you out after ‘whatever’. Makes me look like the asshole but the fuck do I care. Option two we have a little fun, but that’s gonna require you to unbutton that blouse again.” Darian felt there was nothing wrong with playing a little trick on the nosy little bees.
”Unless you got some better idea.”
Now the delinquent was curious about Gigi.
The fire between the two girls was quite apparent. Both had their perceptions of the other and both were stubborn as fuck, neither backing down from their point of view. Did Darian truly think she was not competition? This… this infuriated her. She will save the heated debate for Campaign Week though. Gigi couldn’t help but sense a challenge in Darian’s two option ultimatum.
“If I was a follower, you wouldn’t have enjoyed my tongue.” And with that, she dropped her bag on the ground and brought her hands to her hair, undoing her ribbons. Approaching Darian’s wrist, Gigi tied one of her red ribbons around it. Then she went back to making herself look like a major misunderstanding. Flipping her hair, she rubbed her hands in the ash blonde strands to give off the vibe that she had one hell of a time with the she-wolf. The next moments, she unbuttoned her blouse, not one button, or two, but three, revealing enough of her lavender bra to make anyone bewildered, and even took off her nylon stockings. Quickly, she put her stockings and the other ribbon inside her bag and placed her bare feet back into her shoes.
“Too bad this is only a lie. I’m too ‘nice’ for you, right?” Gigi said teasingly. Picking up her bag, she stared at Darian wondering if she was going to add anything to their ‘act’, “If we’re doing this. Might as well go all out~. I think they should see you first.” Gigi couldn’t help but smile, a faint blush on her face, showing she was excited. Was it bad she didn’t mind tricking her friends for not trusting her? Plus, this was kind of exhilarating.
Darian didn’t know what brought this side of Gigi on, only that she was definitely digging it. The irony was lost on her, of course: Darian had always been so adamant to tell people off for assuming things about her and yet...how many times in their little adventure had she assumed things about Gigi? Up to and including the belief that Gigi was some sort of goody two-shoes type. Darian wondered what their classmates would think if they had been flies on the wall for this particular series of events. Would they still think of her as someone to be admired...or would they simply blame the delinquent Darian for corrupting her?
Darian was good. But she wasn’t that good.
With a smirk that could say a thousand words, Darian mentally pat herself on the back, believing herself to be the composer for this deception symphony and for the better glimpse at Gigi’s lavender bra. ”Doesn’t have to be a lie, you know. We could make them wait. What’s ten more minutes?” If Darian was teasing it didn’t come through in her voice, and she raised her eyebrow towards the not at all bashful baker as if asking her to consider the offer.
Before getting an answer, though, Darian hurriedly lifted her black tee up over her head, making sure to tussle up her hair as she did so. The shirt was tossed onto the floor near her bed and the girl with bleached hair and an eternal attitude stood in just a black bra. To sell the illusion, she lowered the straps to her upper arm, as if she had just been forced to hastily put it on. For a second she thought of undoing the hooks but thought better of it. With a shrug and a whisper of ’Fuck it’ Darian also quickly slid her pants down her slender legs, stepped out of them, and tossed them with her shirt. She was in her underwear as if she had no care at all.
”Gotta make it look legit, right? You should sit on the bed, try and look like we just got done, all post-coital glow and shit. You ready?”
The day was turning out pretty alright after all.
Having a show of Darian stripping definitely didn’t make thinking clear and easy, Gigi’s sea green orbs trailed down the slim body. One thing the other girl surely had compared to Genevieve’s figure was sexy attributes for days. Though Gumdrop has never ‘finished’ before, or even had sex for that matter, she could definitely recall times she walked in on her guardians by accident (...and there was the internet). Ultimately, this was all an act and she didn’t think Darian’s words held any meaning beyond: let’s put on a good show!
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She strutted to the bed, unintentionally putting a little bounce to her walk. Crawling onto the comforter, giving Darian a nice view of her rear end, Gigi gently turned around and brought her knees together, giving a more ‘bashful’ bliss image. Putting her hands in between her legs, which pushed her skirt inwards and caused her boobs to push out, Gigi started to breathe slightly heavier, like she was catching her breath (oddly enough, she seemed like she had the orgasm of her life and speedily got herself together after the knock).
Somehow, she was able to go teary-eyed and even add more pink to her cheeks, she looked fixedly at Darian and licked her lips, so the shine would add to the trick. Playfully, she moaned, “Mm. I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”
”So that’s a ‘no’ on the doing it for real, then? Well, your loss,” Darian tossed a remark Gigi’s way, though her eyes watched intently as the other girl crawled, literally crawled, onto the bed. It was a nice image, one that Darian was not likely to forget anytime soon. The final part of the preparation came from Darian herself, who took a quick detour, turning to dig through her backpack. She pulled out a cigarette and put it inbetween her lips; she couldn’t light it - the last time she did it set off the sprinkler system in the dorms - but the intent was clearly there. A post-coital cigarette like they do.
With one final glance over towards Gigi and a nod that followed, Darian finally approached the door. With one hand on the handle she craned her head towards Genevieve and counted down from three with her fingers. When she got to one, the game was on.
Darian opened the door and to her great surprise stood not one, but four faces. Four familiar faces were getting an eyeful of Darian Green in nothing but her bra and panties, with the bra practically falling off. Though her eyes noticed the very unexpected (and certainly unwelcome) figure of Raphael (she would never call him ‘L’ that was just out of the question), Darian kept her cool, leaning against the doorway with all the confidence and swagger as someone who HAD just been interrupted in the middle of a sensual act.
”Hey, Melanie,” Darian spoke in her low husk of a voice, ”Got room for one more if you’re interested. Knew you liked that kiss, girl.” Darian puckered her lips and blew a quick kiss towards their class rep.
If shame had a name, it absolutely was not Darian Green.
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