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mapofstars2014-10-27 02:41 pm
arosewiththorns) wrote in mapofstars2014-10-27 02:41 pm
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Rose knows her brother's schedule as well as her own, knows his routine like it's her own. It's not too hard to know which way he'll go when the bell rings to signal the end of a class, and she knows he's going to take his time to get to his study hall session. So Rose follows him, keeping back and outsight her own little excuse slip from her separate class tucked in her bag. She's a good student, solid A's and honour roll and all that nonsense. It makes it easier to get rules bent for her, to be believed when she mentions an upset stomach.
Dave slips into one of the bathrooms for the boys and Rose hangs back for a beat, watching to see if anyone else goes in or out, and checking to see if she'll be noticed before slipping in behind him. The stalls are checked nice and quick and are blessedly empty and it's easy to twist the lock for the main door closed and be assured of some privacy. The halls will be empty soon enough and Rose is quite pleased with herself as she moves to the sinks to wait, carefully checking her lipstick in the time.
She glances up when the stall door opens again, black lips in a smirk and Rose meets his gaze via the mirror's reflection. It's a cunning sort of smirk she wears, inches back from being predatory and it's an expression he should know well enough by now. It's one that promises trouble, and casually she twists to face him, pressed back to the counter.
Dave slips into one of the bathrooms for the boys and Rose hangs back for a beat, watching to see if anyone else goes in or out, and checking to see if she'll be noticed before slipping in behind him. The stalls are checked nice and quick and are blessedly empty and it's easy to twist the lock for the main door closed and be assured of some privacy. The halls will be empty soon enough and Rose is quite pleased with herself as she moves to the sinks to wait, carefully checking her lipstick in the time.
She glances up when the stall door opens again, black lips in a smirk and Rose meets his gaze via the mirror's reflection. It's a cunning sort of smirk she wears, inches back from being predatory and it's an expression he should know well enough by now. It's one that promises trouble, and casually she twists to face him, pressed back to the counter.
"Dave."