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Post by Tree on Jan 25, 2014 23:44:13 GMT -6
"Alright, alright!" He laughed, reaching for the bowl. "Next time I promise I'll help out more, okay? Besides, I'm way better looking than all the other alternatives..." He trailed off, nodding his head to the next kitchenette over, where average looking people were still struggling with their flour. "And I know how the oven works, which in this school is a very rare occurrence."
"Evil? What no way-I mean, some of the girls are kinda...crazy. But nah for the most part you good." He shrugged. "They probably won't stone you or anything too out there, but just watch out for the ones with big mouths. They'll do the most damage." He advised whimsically, grabbing at a chunk of dough and rolling it through his palm idly for a moment before putting it next to hers on the sheet. "And apparently there's some dumb blog that likes to talk shit about all the pretty girls, so you're a shoe-in for an upcoming post," He winked.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 25, 2014 23:52:48 GMT -6
Catalina grinned proudly, "Yay! And if it helps your ego, I'll have to agree on that one. The only other guys in here are rather... chunky," she replied, raising her brows a moment. Not that there was anything wrong with being overweight, it just wasn't super attractive to her. She refrained from snickering at the struggling group nearby, "Wow. I am so thankful that you know how to use an oven. Without your expertise, I may have burned down the school my first week here."
"Kinda? I've seen them. I'm pretty sure I heard a girl tell her boyfriend how much head she was going to give him in the hallway. I think she was trying to whisper, but secretly wanted people to know what she was about to do," she rambled a bit, biting her tongue. "I was scared," she wrinkled her nose, "I don't want to be corrupted." She said honestly, swallowing. She grabbed some more cookie dough and shaped it carelessly in her hand. She arched a brow, "Oh, that blog. Already been on it," she rolled her eyes, "I think they were claiming I was a porn model or something," she huffed. It was somewhat accurate. She was a model, and she took semi-nude shots occasionally. But of her private regions? No. No way in hell would she be going through with that madness.
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Post by Tree on Jan 26, 2014 1:43:01 GMT -6
"Definitely helps my ego," He nodded solemnly. "They're chunky and ready to spend the next hour talking about My Little Pony to anyone who will listen. Trust me, I'm your best bet." He almost groaned as he mentioned My Little Pony, clearly detesting every negative connotation attached to the guys who liked the show that was made for little girls. If Catalina was half as smart as she appeared to be (which was a lot), she would have enough sense to avoid them. "Well, that's one way to introduce yourself to everyone," He smiled, though he was glad that wasn't how they'd met.
Chase made a disgusted face, screwing up his features as she spoke. "Grody. At least wait until lunch time to do that shit," He joked, laughing boisterously. "But really, yeah welcome to Tidewater. There's no filter on...anyone here." He was an offender of that sort himself, so he couldn't really speak against it. He'd coerced young women in the halls between class, and they'd been happy to talk dirty right back. It wasn't particularly classy, but what else was there to do at this damn school? He shifted to a much more interested look as she mentioned being on the blog already. "Porn model? No chance there's any truth to it, is there?" He asked, smirking devilishly so she knew he was joking. For the most part.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 26, 2014 2:16:30 GMT -6
"Then you're welcome!" Catalina jabbed the center of his chest with her index finger. She furrowed her eyebrows, "What? Wait-- I heard that was apparently porn?" she made a face. Although she had little knowledge of the show, she'd heard creepy old men watched it because it had porn... somehow? It made no sense, though she didn't have the courage to Google it. The results would clearly be terrifying. She nodded vigorously, "I can be labeled 'Porn model arsonist'. That's pretty awesome if you ask me," she snickered. Cruel. But honestly, if that hadn't been her, she would've thought it was hilarious.
She laughed, "Oh you know, just wait 'til lunch. 'Cause that's any better," she said, wrinkling her nose. She shook her head with criticism, "That's just gross. I'm sorry but this school sucks. I guess the education is good, but I guess everyone is too busy macking on each other to care," she rolled her eyes. Why spend so much money to do the exact same thing they could in a cheap public school? No class. She continued rolling up the dough and placing the pieces on the baking sheet unconsciously, shrugging at his question, "Kind of. But if I explained it, you wouldn't look at me the same way again," She made a face when she realized how he probably already thought she was a porn star. "I'm not a porn star, just so you know," she added quickly, biting her tongue.
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Post by Tree on Jan 26, 2014 3:28:48 GMT -6
"It's not porn-" He started a little too quickly. "I mean, I have a little sister, like I've seen a few episodes. These fucking 'bronies' made it into something disgusting. It wasn't meant to be for guys to beat off to, y'know?" Obviously she didn't know, but he still couldn't keep the sentence from ending with a inquisitive tone. He laughed awkwardly, trying to brush off how defensive he was over a cartoon, grateful for the change in topic. Porn model arsonist? That sounded like a hella sweet title. "Ooh totally! You'd get major street cred with that,"
"It's a little better, you gotta admit. At least most of them do it in the parking lot," He pointed out, shaking a finger that was covered in the slightly sticky dough. "You're right, but most of the kids here didn't sign up for a higher education. We're here because our parents stuck us in this place to get us out of the way, or because it'll look good on college resumes." He shrugged, plopping down another ball of dough. "Hey, you know, that's good," He grinned as he raised his hands defensively. He hadn't thought that far ahead of what she'd been saying, so his mind honestly hadn't made that leap just yet. "And, for the record, neither am I."
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 26, 2014 3:50:46 GMT -6
"What's a brony?" Catalina asked, wondering if the boy was just being retarded and meant brownie. It was possible. "I don't know. We didn't have that show," she snickered. Sure, she'd heard of it. Those animated, colored ponies with strange names. She was aware that there was something very disturbing about those little ponies too, which was just... no. "I like how much you care about a kid's show." She teased. It was cute. But, why? She didn't know. It wasn't like he was a creepy guy who watched the show... like that. "Do you think it'd get me on the front cover of Sluts R Us or what?" she asked, striking a pose with one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head while she stared off into the distance.
"Ew what? They have sex in the parking lot?" she asked, making a face in terror. That couldn't be true. Did this school honestly have that much trash? There were fucking dorms! "I'm here for the college resume," she said, coughing nonchalantly. "What about you? Why're you here?" she asked curiously, cocking a brow at him. He, as a pretty boy, seemed like the type to have rich parents or something along the lines of that getting him in there. She could be wrong, though. "And good. I don't need every guy in this school not needing to try and picture what I look like naked and instead being able to see by looking up my porn on the internet," she wrinkled her nose. That would terrifying. She tried to keep what she did on the down-low, since she occasionally did get judged for not being conservative. "I'm glad you're not. Though you'd make big money if you were." She informed him, grinning.
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Post by Tree on Jan 26, 2014 4:14:22 GMT -6
"It's a...guy who sexualizes cartoon ponies. And often time, wear fedoras and say shit like 'come at me bro'." Chase mocked in his best impression of the greasy bronies. "I don't really care-I just don't like the sickos that watch it for more than the pixelized rainbows and friendship." He stated plainly, trying not to smile. So what if occasionally he watched My Little Pony without any complaints. He hadn't exactly mentioned that his sister was well past the age where she enjoyed that stuff, but sometimes when it came on at home he was just too lazy to turn it off. There were, like, good morals and stuff. Yeah. He watched as she struck a dramatic pose, letting out a small chuckle. "Yeah, of course! I'd definitely buy the 'Porn Model Arsonist' issue, and I'm not the only one."
"Wait-what like you've never fucked in a car? Sometimes it's more convenient, whatever." He said, exasperated. He'd done his fair share of parking lot shenanigans. "I dunno, it was this or a military academy-which I'm pretty sure don't actually exist and my mom was just trying to get rid of me." Chase joked, rolling his eyes. He was at the school on a scholarship, and only barely hanging in there in hopes of yet another to get him into a decent college with a pro-ball team. "Nah, you good. The guys at this school aren't that smart, even if you were a porn star no one would search you out. If it's not on the popular page on PornHub then most guys aren't gonna go looking for it." Chase reassured her, sort of, before arching a brow. "You think?" He pursed his lips in a model-esque way. "You aren't the first person to tell me that. Should I go into porn? Yes orrrr yes?"
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 26, 2014 4:37:27 GMT -6
Catalina made a face of disgust, "Are you joking? What's a turn-on about a pony?" She wrinkled her nose, "Is it their long manes, or those hooves? I mean, damnnnn," she added lightheartedly. Nothing about a pony seemed attractive at all, regardless that she was a girl and didn't look at pony porn. "If I were a part of the My Little Pony company, I'd try to get that kind of stuff of the internet. Like, what if a little girl looks it up and finds that?" she asked, horrified. She knew that she would've been terrified if she came across that kind of stuff when she was five or six. She grinned widely, "Ya think? Do you think they'd need a picture of my boobs for that issue? 'Cause I wouldn't be able to do that." She was secretly thankful that the school didn't make a 'magazine' as far as she knew, but it was still an amusing scenario to consider.
"Nope! Only on a bed. So far, I mean," she laughed. Although her amount of sexual encounters was not nearly as high as she was assuming Chase's was, she was pretty decent at giving her ex an orgasm. And that was enough to soothe her insecurities. "I don't think those are real. But if they are, I'd like to voice my opinion on how cruel they seem," she laughed. If they existed, she would have to do everything she could to avoid those. Who would want to practice drills all day and wear a uniform? Nobody. "But... What if I was on the popular page? Not that I would be since I'm not that 'freaky' but stillllll. I don't need that kind of terror," she sighed. Luckily for her, she wasn't an idiot and would not be taping her sexual encounters--if any--in the near future. She laughed, "You'll definitely make a great porn star, if you can handle sleeping with women with oversized breasts and too much makeup," she rolled her eyes, "And don't ask how I know what a porn star looks like."
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Post by Tree on Jan 26, 2014 15:48:26 GMT -6
"I...I honestly couldn't tell you," He replied in equal amount of disbelief that it was thing. Even if it wasn't cartoon ponies, he couldn't see the appeal in fucking a horse, or a human in horse paraphernalia. "But now that you mention it, yeah the manes might be part of it mmhm I love a good mane. And some hooves down my back ooh yeah." Chase joked lightly, fully knowing he liked his girls as human as possible thank you very much. "Wellllllll..." He started, sucking in a fast breath hesitantly. "I mean, it's not really Sluts-R-Us without a boob picture, is it?" He shot her an apologetic look. "You're gonna have to take one for the team, Catalina."
"You haven't truly lived then," Chase shook his head, feigning a disappointed look at the girl. He'd had high hopes for her, but he should have known she wasn't partying as hard as he at the repulsion in her voice moments earlier when he mentioned it. "Sounds like South Africa doesn't know how to get wild," He quipped cheerily, before groaning in agreement at military school comment. "Boring, more like. I'm pretty sure they don't have an abundance of pretty girls roaming their halls." It came out a bit more flirtatious than Chase had intended it to be, not surprisingly, of course. The senior tried not to look too cocky when she confirmed that he'd make a great porn star. "I think I could handle that." Chase mused with a smug grin. Despite what she was trying to insinuate, it didn't sound like too bad of a gig. Sex for money? Sign him up. "It's cool, everyone watches porn."
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 26, 2014 16:17:02 GMT -6
Catalina narrowed her eyes, "Ya sure? You seem like the type to be turned on by ponies," she shot him a mock-sexual expression, trying not to snicker. She didn't understand how men could sexualize everything. What was next? Boilets? Bhairs? Bouches? Brees? That was disturbing. "Oh yeahhh, a great hoove massage. I wouldn't mind getting me one of those." She rolled her eyes at the thought. All she could picture was a horse stomping on her back until it was broken, which, in her opinion, wouldn't be hot. At all. She scoffed. "You just want to see my boobs," she said lightheartedly, "But maybe I'd do it, so long as you never got to see it. Ever."
She shook her head, sighing heavily, "What a shame." She shrugged. It wasn't like she didn't want to try it, but her boyfriend had been rather prude-ish and only stuck to missionary. She'd only ever rid him... never. It was pathetic, so she didn't have much experience. She bet Chase had done it all. "South Africa is full of strict families and religion. 'Partying' was abnormal there," she explained. It wasn't favorable, but she had been raised well there. She knew she had to be thankful for what she had while she had been there, but going to a party or two would've been fun. She laughed, "No not really. There were some beautiful girls, but they're cold, so it doesn't matter," she said, shrugging her shoulders. It wasn't great. Unfortunately, the guys at her school hadn't been that attractive either. So it sucked. "Yeah, but you'd get fired for coming to quick," she teased, since she really didn't know how much stamina he had nor did she really care to. She blushed, "Only once, excuse you. I'm an innocent child," she informed him, rolling up the last ball of dough. "Finally!" she grinned, taking the pan to the preheated oven and opening it. She slid the pan in, careful to make sure the dough didn't accidentally roll around before shutting the oven, "Now we wait."
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Post by Tree on Jan 27, 2014 19:45:58 GMT -6
"Shit-well, secret's out I guess. Hi my name is Chase, and I'm a brony." His shoulders slumped as he reconciled with the truth he was admitting oh so shamefully. He straightened just as quickly, shaking off that horrible thought. Even playfully, he wanted nothing to do with 'brony culture', or whatever it was called. "They're just as great as they sound. Especially the ones with the horseshoes-ohh baby mm." Being massaged by a horse did not sound very appealing to...anyone with half a brain, Chase assumed. Horses were dirty, heavy creatures capable of killing people without batting an eye. Now if he could get a massage from a pretty blonde human girl, that would be an entirely different scenario. "I do not want to see your boobs," He said, tiredly, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I mean, maybe, but not until you said that." Chase added, pointedly.
"Ew, well damn girl. Welcome to Cali. If you wanna remedy some of those years you missed out on, you know where to find me." He teased with a wide grin. Even when he'd lived with his family in the slums of Mormon-I mean Utah, Chase had still found a way to escape the confinements of the church and make out with girls. And, y'know, a lot of other stuff that was probably illegal. Alright, definitely illegal. "Wait-what makes you say that?" He asked, torn between wanting to correct her and wanting to know if he somehow gave off that vibe. And if there was a way to get rid of that stigma. He wasn't a quick draw, he liked to think, and he didn't take three hundred years to finish, which seemed to him like it'd be even more annoying. "Only once?" He asked with a rather incredulous scoff. Pffft as if. He pulled a loose chocolate chip out of the dough that had remained stuck to his fingers and popped it in his mouth as he glanced at the clock above the oven and then around the room. "And before everyone else too, alright Africa!"
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 27, 2014 20:26:45 GMT -6
Catalina smiled sarcastically, "No thanks. You're cute, but no," she shook her head. She didn't want to risk... whatever he had. Though, she doubted he had any sorts of STDs, hopefully. It'd be cool to go to a party or ten, but she planned on graduating without getting arrested for using drugs or something ridiculous. Not that she was interested in drug, so. She laughed when he immediately became defensive, "You are so defensive! But I was just kidding," she replied, shaking her head amusedly, "Are you quick or something?" she joked, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge. She couldn't make any assumptions, but it would've been funny if that was his situation. She knit her brows when he spoke, "It's true! Only once," she cried, a little oversensitive. Okay maybe three times. But Chase didn't need to know that. He would only make fun of her, that was for sure. She grinned when he spoke, "So what are we supposed to do while we wait?" she asked, leaning against the counter and pulling a piece of hair out of her eye.
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Post by Tree on Jan 27, 2014 22:50:45 GMT -6
Chase shrugged nonchalantly, moving to the sink to rinse away the rest of the sticky residue on his fingers that hadn't come off when he'd licked his fingers as clean as he could, against the teacher's orders, of course. "Your loss." He hadn't exactly thought he'd get with this headstrong girl, but he was the kind of guy to offer anyway, just in case he had been wrong. "I'm definitely not, no." He shook his head, letting a smug smirk slip onto his face to accompany his inflated ego. He shrugged again, not quite believing she'd only watched porn once in her entire life. Maybe it was a guy thing, but it still seemed like girls would have seen a decent amount of it too by this time in their lives. "Well, we can lick the bowl when she's not looking, for one." He suggested his favorite past time with a coy smile.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 28, 2014 16:55:55 GMT -6
Catalina hoisted herself up onto the counter, stretching her stiff legs out in front of her. She shook her head, "Oh well," she replied. He may have been physically attractive--extremely so--but they hardly knew each other and Chase didn't seem like the type to hold a relationship. For his sake, however, she hoped he was alright with that. She nodded when he spoke, raising her eyebrows amusedly, "If you say so," she teased. She took the whisk from the bowl and licked the cookie dough off from it, though she managed to smear a bit of it on her nose. She made a face, wiping the tip her nose with the back of her hand. She was tempted to lick the dough off her hand, but since she didn't want him to think she was gross, she just got up and ran her hand under the sink water. "Hey! It's not like I do it everyday, like some people," she said, shooting him a look that said 'you'. It wasn't like she could guarantee what he did with his morning wood...not that she wanted to know or anything. She grinned, "That's my favorite part," she said, gesturing to the whisk she had already spent a good few minutes lapping at.
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Post by Tree on Jan 28, 2014 18:23:03 GMT -6
It was a valiant effort, to his credit. He wasn't too torn up by her denying his offer, since she seemed like a pretty cool chick and he didn't really feel the need to try to get in her pants. (which was a pretty weird thing for him to admit, as you can imagine, and it really threw him in for a loop.) "You say it like it's a bad thing," Chase said, clutching at his heart like she'd hurt him. "Watching porn doesn't hurt anyone," He defended gallantly. So what if he liked porn? Wasn't there some study that had been done that showed that regular masturbation increased a person's lifespan? Hell, he was just tacking on a few extra years is all. He dug a finger into the side of the bowl and popped the dough he'd scooped up into his mouth, following suit. "Mine too. Weird. We have so much in common." He joked lightly, going for another finger...ful of raw cookie dough.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 28, 2014 20:10:50 GMT -6
Catalina shrugged, "It's not a bad thing. But when you think about it when you're not aroused it's really gross," she replied, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Maybe not to a member of the male species, but to a girl? It was repulsive. Not that she hadn't done it, which Chase now knew, but it wasn't something she flaunted on a daily basis. "I know that, it's just not nice when you think about it for too long," she shrugged, tucking a lock of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. She wasn't judging him, not at all. Merely... she was stating her personal opinion. It was only hot when she was in the mood. Anytime otherwise, it wasn't appealing. She grinned when he scooped some dough onto his finger, doing the same and sliding her finger around the edge of the bowl to receive as much raw dough as she could before sucking it off her finger, "I know. Maybe we're soul mates," she laughed, dipping her finger on the small amount of dough left.
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Post by Tree on Jan 29, 2014 17:27:44 GMT -6
"Why would you even be doing that?" He asked with an indignant smirk. It wasn't like his mind was constantly on big tit soccer moms or something. In fact, usually he wasn't really thinking about anything at all, if we're being honest. And when the occasional thought did pop into his mind, it was something along the lines of 'I can't believe that team won last night holy shit their defense was awful' or 'I wonder if Spiderman's house is covered in webs from him fucking around with the web-slinger'. Stupid stuff, really. "I've got better things to think about anyway..." He trailed off with a far-off look in his eyes. "Like Rainbow Dash and Princess Celestia mmhm," Chase joked with a laugh. He looked down into the bowl and at was once the left overs of the cookie dough, but was now scraped clean by the pair. "Who knows? Maybe we are." He replied with a dimple-bearing smile.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 30, 2014 1:34:10 GMT -6
"I don't know! But it's like now. We're talking about porn and it's not like I'm in the mood or anything so it's just strange," Catalina explained to the best of her ability, biting down on her bottom lip. Another thing she didn't understand was why guys were always horny. Yes, there were all the hormones, but girls had hormones as well and they didn't act like that. Girls had the class the boys didn't have. She raised her brows, "And me. Especially me. I imagine you're always thinking about me," she replied jokingly, flipping her hair. Well, since they'd only met less than an hour ago, she'd been the only girl on his mind since then... And then for the rest of his life, obviously. She shrugged, "Maybe. Remind me of that in three months," she replied with a faint smile. Besides possibly becoming friends, she doubted they'd be more than that. Hot guys like that never actually got interested in girls like her. Wasn't it that bad boys always liked good girls or whatever? Not that she was a bad girl, per se, but he was way out of her league. Besides, he was just an average player.
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Post by Tree on Feb 2, 2014 2:09:31 GMT -6
Chase tsked lightly, shaking his head as he laughed at the girl. "Maybe for you," He smirked. He had absolutely no problem talking, thinking, or daydreaming about porn at any given time during the day. It didn't mean he was necessarily hot to trot and ready to stick his dick in the first girl that gave him a doe-eyed wink, just that he was comfortable with his feelings for the very staged sexual videos that young men today were all over. He had enough stimulation from real girls that he didn't watch as much porn as he might lead on, but it still wasn't a topic that made him squirm. "Oh, definitely. You're much more interesting than the magic sparkle ponies," Chase said, running his tongue along his lower lip happily. "I have to wait three months?" He pouted softly, sticking out said lower lip. "But Catalina, how can I deny my feelings for you? Can't you feel it too? We're meant to be, baby!" He said, over-dramatically, falling to his knees and pretending to beg the girl for understanding with a laugh faintly echoing every word.
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