Never Fly Too Close To The Sun

Centuries Alike

Monday Lunch Time

"So," the tanned boy grinned as he joined the queuing couple in the canteen, "How was your weekend of fun-loving?"

"It was actually pretty bearable - despite my ignorant relatives," Beca smiled back at Jesse before looking at the beautiful girl next to her.

"Ahh, and let me guess.. The night was full of promise and reward," the boy winked at Chloe and mockingly thrusted his cream chinos upwards in the air.

"Umm.. Not really an option when someone else is staying in the same room," the ginger smiled almost apologetically at her ending the banter.

"Wait, you guys saw me?? Damn.. Benji told me the cloak was invisible," Jesse muttered, pretending to be ashamed.

"Actually, you were safe in the shadows," Beca spoke softly, "It was Jess (my dad's cousin) whom we didn't want to disturb."

"Ahh, gotcha," the boy grinned and clicked his tongue as he winked at the smaller girl, "You two don't like working with a crowd, eh?" His teasing lit a spark in the ginger's gleaming eyes and she raised her eyebrows challengingly. Under her breath, Chloe breathed a quiet response, "I don't know about that," before leaning down towards Beca. Frozen, the brunette's eyes widened and her rosy lips parted to speak - however her throat dried. Within an instant, the two girls were moulding their mouths together rhythmically as Jesse gawked at his friends in awe. The taller girl's slender fingers gripped the brunette's hips and pulled her in closer, allowing Beca's forearms to drape over the ginger's muscular neckline. Her hands sliding among the other girl's thick roots, the smaller girl gripped harder as their lips collided. A minute or so later, the couple reluctantly separated, turning to their friend. Jesse, wide-eyed and with his tongue practically touching the floor, blinked silently. The girls giggled before remembering their surroundings and, worriedly, glanced around. However, the eyes which had been glued to the couple's performance had effortlessly averted their gaze elsewhere in time to not be caught. Despite this, the image they'd witnessed only moments previously still burned on their brain as it ticked to make conclusions. A small smile emerged at the edge of their lips and their bright eyes narrowed.

"Touché," the tanned boy eventually spoke once he'd recovered. Grinning, the trio advanced in the line of students towards the array of food awaiting them.

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Last Lesson (English)

"Okay, listen up everyone," Miss Lavender chimed as her students turned their attention toward the small woman. The blonde smiled widely, "We're going to be doing something slightly different today. You won't need your books," there was a loud clattering as teenagers swept the objects from their desks into their bags, "Just your enthusiasm and willingness to participate!" A groan and series of eye-rolling erupted from certain less eager pupils, however the adult ignored this as she concentrated on loading the computer up.

"What d'you think we're doing?" Chloe asked the girl next to her, a child-like glint of excitement shone in her bright orbs.

"Umm.. Trying to be normal teenagers," the brunette frowned to herself and spoke quietly, "Which is kind of an oxymoron because teenagers AREN'T normal. Not stereotypical or idyllic ones at least.." Beca's voice died off as she realised she'd been thinking aloud and the girl blushed. Glancing at the taller girl's wide smile however, she felt her panicked crimson haze immediately dissipate. Beca took a second to observe the beauty before her, and (as always) how the crinkles appeared either side of the bright blue eyes when her girlfriend's genuine smile stretched.

"You know," Chloe spoke through her grin, "MY girlfriend is so clever, and she doesn't even realise.. It's SO hot." The ginger winked at the smaller girl, a light blush (and grin) emerging on Beca's face. Opening her mouth to reply, the brunette lost her opportunity when the projector whirred on and Miss Lavender's voice interrupted. The presentation on the board had the title of 'Writers Through The Ages', and Beca noted how the PowerPoint appeared to lack any design (as if it had been created last-minute). The girl mused at this uncharacteristic choice of her teacher as the woman started speaking.