Bad Boy, Worse Witch

[kittenofdeath]

(closed for Hooker Boots)

A rather beaten up red ford galaxy 500 pulled up in to the school carpark, the few small dents on the bumpers giving an idea of how bad the driver was at parking, this time being no exception as the car slowly drove in to a free spot, bumping against the sign at the end that said 'reserved for staff'.

The driver swore rather loudly as he climbed out of the car and walked to the front, breathing a sigh of relief when his inspection revealed no new dents. “thank god” he mumbled, running a hand through his quite messy and unkempt brown hair “I cant afford the ones I already have” he pulled off his jacket and tossed it in to his back seat, leaving him in a black t-shirt with his school shirt over the top like a jacket.

“Daniel Churchill!” a loud and shrill voice called out, coming from an elderly lady walking towards him “you've been warned” she went in to a rather dull and practiced speech, but Daniel couldn't care less, so he just turned to walk away. “Where do you think you're going?!”

“Away, in the half a year I've been at this lovely institution of yours” Daniel looked over his shoulder to reply, the Sarcasm in his voice painfully obvious “I've been warned about a million times about a million things, and its taught me you lot don't follow through” he smiled “so I'm going to walk away, and you can bitch to someone who cares” the lady had a few choice words to say about that, but he didn't care, he was long gone.

Daniel, or church as many called him, had been a student there for almost half a year now, and in that time he had managed to piss off and torment almost everyone there, and hospitalize the three people who had taken a little too much offense (all of them from the school football team, they still haven't won a game since) he would have been kicked out, but he was at the top of almost all his classes, and had never technically thrown the first punch in any of his fights. So all the teachers could do was issue warnings, which he either insulted or ignored, and give him detentions, which he never showed up to.

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OOC: Sorry it took so long, I've been working like hell the past few days! *flops down on couch, prepares to write*

IC:

Sabrina Davis, the resident 'creepy goth chick' of the school pulled up as Daniel Churchill started to mouth off to Mrs. Vitelli, and rolled her eyes. Her black Beetle was parked where students were supposed to park - something that Churchill never bothered to care about - and as she shut off the engine, the heavy, pounding music that had been playing stopped. "Godess, what a dick," she muttered under her breath as she grabbed her backpack and slammed the door.

If she hadn't been so sincere about being goth, she would have looked like she was doing it ironically. Her hair was pitch black by nature, but if it hadn't been, she'd have dyed it. Her nails and lipstick matched her hair, and there was a heavy layer of black eyeliner and mascara around her crystal green eyes. The knee socks she wore were, naturally, black as well, with a subtle fishnet pattern, her shoes black platform mary janes - the closest she could come to the tall buckle boots that she cherished. Everything between her knees and neck, however, was school issue, if not school approved. Her skirt, the school-uniform red, green, and blue plaid, was rolled up once at the waist, making slightly shorter than the teachers wanted. Her white shirt had the top three buttons undone, a black tank top underneath keeping her from showing her tits to the school population on a regular basis - although rumor, the least trustworthy and most popular form of communication in high school, said that she'd shown them often enough that anyone who might have wanted to look had already seen them. There was a loosely tied necktie over the untucked shirt, and her wrists were decorated with black rubber bracelets and a heavy leather-banded watch.

As Sabrina made her way to the door, she smiled apologetically at Mrs. Vitelli, who was looking sourly at Churchill's beaten up car. The elderly woman nodded at her, and went back to her contemplation of the car and what to do about it. Sabrina sighed as she walked in the main doors, heading down the hall to her locker. Everyone in the school thought she was creepy. Maybe she was. She was a witch, after all, and everyone feared what they didn't understand. That was one of the first things you learned when dealing with Power. Dropping her books into the locker, she picked up a few others and hung her empty backpack on the hook before slamming the door shut.

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Church considered skipping class, but there really want anything better to do, he would end up bored no matter where he went, so he eventually made his way to his locker and took out an exercise book and a pen before leaving, just as Sabrina the creepy goth was arriving at hers only a couple of feet away. There were quite a few rumours about her, a mix of good and bad, some said that she was one of those witch wannabes, chanting useless spells and reading tarot cards like it would actually do anything, and then there was the other kind of rumour about her, the kind that Church very much so liked, that her barely done up blouse would fall open with very little provocation.

It was while he was thinking of that very occurrence that it happened, church, walking along with his head in the clouds, Sabrina, slamming her locker door shut and turning to leave, the two of them collided, books falling away to the floor. “Watch it” he snapped as he left his little daydream, blaming her even though he knew it was his own fault “if you take to many hits like that you’re shirt might give way and let you pop out.”

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"Not even in your dreams, Churchill," Sabrina snapped back, her green eyes hard as stone. Just like him, fuck up someone else's day and then blame them for it. She bent over, picking up her books quickly, with sharp movements of her hands. He was still standing there, and the black-haired goth glared at him as she straightened up. "Don't you have someone else to bother?"

Without another word, or even really waiting for a response, she turned around and instead of walking away, reorganizing her books. Hopefully, he got the message, but . . . well, it was him. Sabrina sighed internally, heading back down the hallway towards her homeroom. Which was Churchill's homeroom. When he bothered to show up.

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Church picked up his own book, replying to her with little more than a glare as she left, not really giving him time to do any more, though it did give him a good chance to ogle her rear as she walked away before he did the same himself. But something felt off, heavier maybe…

He looked at his book, it looked the same, but it wasn’t his, his was thin as a slice of bread, this one was much bigger, heavier, it just had the same cover as his to hide what it actually was. He started walking as he opened it, expecting a diary or some girly thing, but instead he found notes on magic, it was no secret that she was some kind of occultist, but this was beginning to look like a bit more than a hobby.

“What the fuck?” he thumbed through a few pages, his mind going from confusion to elation the more he read, it was perfect, there was more than enough in there to mess with her for the rest of the year. He stopped outside his home room, he was a minute or two late, but he normally didn’t bother to show up so the teacher probably wouldn’t care, the only reason he was attending today was so he could sit down and read.

It didn’t even occur to him that Sabrina would be there.

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Sabrina flopped into her desk in the back row, her ankles apart, knees together enough to preserve her modesty. Thankfully, home room was a snooze anyway, so she could just do whatever she wanted. Grabbing what looked like an English text book, she paused for a moment. This didn't feel like her . . . shit!

She flipped through the book, her brow furrowing as she did. Fuck! This wasn't her grimoire. Where could she have . . . Churchill. GodDAMMIT! Sabrina snapped the book shut, slapping it down on the desk. That meant she'd have to talk to him again to get her book back. And hope that his natural aversion to anything resembling a book kept him from opening it. Her luck was never that good, though.

When he walked in - late, as usual when he showed up - her stomach seemed to sink. He was reading, and it looked like her book. Great. Just fucking great. She'd probably never hear the end of this from him, and from his asshole friends. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair. How to handle this . . . .

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Church didnt acknoledge anyone in the room as he walked to his desk on the other side of the back row to Sabrina, his nose was glued to the book in his hands, something the teacher commented on as being a good start, getting a few laughs from the suck ups in the front row of desks.

His behavior didnt change when he was at his desk, he ignored everything and everyone, just kept reading that book (to which the theacher made the same bad joke) the ideas of what he could do to that little which wannabe streaming from his mind, if only he had realised that she want a wannabe, and that the spells before him were real, he would have walked from the room right then and there to go and play.

But eventualy the teacher did something that broke him out of the books enthrallment, he asked Sabrina a question, the verry sound of her name making a smirk curl the edge of his lips, he had forgottern she was in that class as well. He turned his head to look at her out of the corner of his eye and smiled when he caught her gaze, then turned back to the book and waited untill class was over so he could sink his teeth in to her.

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The bastard smiled at her! Shit. Now what was she going to do? He was going to tell everyone in school, and then . . . then what? It didn't matter. They all thought she was a freak anyway. And their opinion of her wasn't important. Sabrina tapped her pen against her leg, agitated. It wasn't important, but it would make the rest of her time in this hellhole even less bearable. All that would happen would be that she maybe got called in to the principal's office and asked about it, she'd deny everything, and it would be dropped.

She answered the few questions the teacher asked easily, and waited for the end of class so that she could get her book back, endure whatever Churchill was going to throw at her, and get on with the rest of her day. The bell finally rang, and Sabrina gathered her things and headed for the door, wondering how best to approach the jackass.