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Drumming his fingers along the steering wheel, Fitzwilliam ponders over the several strange occurrences to have transpired a few hours ago. One being that strange look on Wilhelmina’s face when she bowed her head. She had ducked her head quick enough, but not enough that her infuriating smile escaped his attention. He knows that smile – that was the same smile that got him covered in mud, three bruises and cookies in his shirt when they were five. That was also the same smile that led to four broken ribs, a totaled Ferrari and two very enraged professional wrestlers. What a weekend that was.

Perhaps he will have to take a closer look into Wilhelmina’s scheming later. He has other matters at hand, for instance, the other strange occurrence. He smiled. Had he? Yes. He can’t deny it. He did smile. That in itself isn’t strange; it is why he smiled that makes his stomach churn in disgust. It is that loathsome woman’s fault. As much as he hates to admit it (and Lord knows it’d take Heaven and Hell to pry from him the damnable words), but Regina Parnall made his lips quirk up. And he’d be damned if the thought alone doesn’t immediately send him to Hell or worse, her, so she can beat the living daylights out of him.

Peering to his right, seeing the white leather of the passenger seat and then to his left to see the hard, grey cement of the school parking lot, Fitzwilliam blows out a breath of relief. Well, he’s still here. Maybe thinking such thoughts aren’t tantamount for eternity in fire, but he sure feels the gravity of some huge depravity gripping him. To have any pleasant thought of Regina Parnall may as well be the same as cutting off his tongue and then having to rip apart his every ideal and belief with no more eloquence than a babbling toad.

A harsh sigh rushes from his lips as he presses his knuckles to his cheek, leaning against his elbow propped up on the steering wheel. It isn’t exactly a pleasant thought, he reminds himself as he eyes the school entrance warily. The damn redhead simply said something that made him involuntarily smile. It isn’t bound to become a regular habit and besides it’s not even like what she said was even that humorous. Then why did he smile?

The moment he heard his name being called right after a ‘Regina Parnall’, he immediately threw together a plan to keep from losing an ear and a nose because he already calculated the likelihood of charming his way out of it. It’d be a cold day in Hell before that happened. Which drew him to his plan: cold indifference. He began the very second, the very millisecond the words entered his mind and shifted his view ever so slightly to keep his eye from catching her ripped sleeve. As if simply looking in her direction could prompt a fight, which he wants to avoid at all cost.

Ever since grade school, ever since their first encounter, that first, almost seemingly uneventful, unimportant meeting, nothing he did made her react differently. Smile. She’s mad.  Frown. She’s mad. Polite conversation. She’s mad. Make a clever joke. She’s mad. Nothing, absolutely nothing he tried swayed her, so eventually he stopped trying and willingly went along with her obsession to argue him.

Grant it may have something to do with what he did when they met, but it’s not like she was much more pleasant that day either.

In the end, he decided on indifference. He never exactly tried that before. She was mad like usual, but this time was a bit different. She was ready for arguing, yes, but this time it was easier to corral that anger and have a somewhat passable concept of ‘conversation’ between them.

Jolting up when the door swings open, he slumps back down in disappointment to see a blond, short boy stumble down the steps of the school and race off towards the bus stop. Wait. Disappointment? Did he really just feel that?

“Oh, curse every demon that’s seeking my destruction,” he mutters as he digs his palms into his eyes, trying to alleviate his sudden aching head.

Puffing a sigh, he slams back into his seat, letting his arms fall into his lap. He is not disappointed. She’s coming. Why it matters to him, he doesn’t know, but what he does know is that she will be here. She will be, no matter how much she hates him, it’s the hatred that will force her here. And damn him, why does the thought of her coming to him make him want to smile so hard? Why does having a ‘not-conversation’ with her make him want to smile? He’s not going to smile because then that would mean there is something to smile about. And there’s not.

The door catches his attention again, this time the familiar flair of spiked red hair pulled back in a ponytail appears. He doesn’t hesitate in pulling up right next to the stairs, his face already in a mask of disinterest as he looks up at her. From this angle he can see her vividly in stark detail, more so than when he only glimpsed the back of her (and not so much then since he was focusing on Euberta and beginning his plan). Now he can clearly see her cut-off black t-shirt with “Black Sabbath” printed across the front in chipped, white block letters with a white tank covering up her belly. Long leather, knee-high boots, red and black striped socks and ripped jean shorts clasped her legs, and finishing her punk-wannabe look, of course, are black bracelets dangling on her wrists. He muses how much they’ll clash in public. He’s in a blue button-down with black slacks and a golden wristwatch.

Even from the bottom step, he sees her roll her eyes and he swears he tastes the seething hatred dripping off of her like venom off fangs.

“Ms. Parnall,” He gives her a mandatory grin, the kind his father gives to work associates whom he’d rather bite the heads off of but needed for business purposes. Damn him. Why did he have to suggest working out in public with such a despicable woman? He asks as an afterthought, “Pleasant day at school?” Indifferent he may be, but indifference did not equate loss of manners.

“Cram it down your throat, Salomen,” She hisses. Her shoulders are ridged and her eyes akin to sharpened blades.

Fitzwilliam feels his grin loosen from being forced and actually feels a genuine smile break free on his lips. Oh, right. That’s why. She has such charming things to say. That must be why he smiled. One strange occurrence solved. With that, he feels as if a lead burden has been freed from his stomach and now he can safely go back to their petty rivalry.

Stepping out of the car, he quickly darts to the other side and opens the door for her. “Allow me, Ms. Parnall.” He gives her another grin, this one out of etiquettes, which she sneers at, slapping his hand away.

“Don’t make me cut your arm off,” she warns as she slips into the passenger seat.

He quirks an eyebrow at her, smile gone. “I was only trying to be civil. Manners, Regina. Really. I am taking us to the library to study, am I not?”

“I would rather you not.” Crossing her arms, she sits in the seat defiantly. Leave it to her to make sitting defiant. Not that he doesn’t heartily agree with her…

After settling back into his seat, he looks over and his frown deepens.

Feeling his eyes on her for a few seconds too long, she snaps her head in his direction and snarls, defensively, “What?”

Another brow hitches up, his mouth a firm line. No amusement. This is serious.

“What?”

Sighing exasperatedly, he points to his shoulder, prompting her to look down at hers. Finally, when she still doesn’t seem to get it, he just tells her, “Your seatbelt. I’m not moving this vehicle an inch until you’re safely strapped in.”

She grunts in disagreement. “You’re not my mother. I don’t have to wear a seatbelt.”

The silence stretches thin, his dark stare only intensifying as the seconds tick on.

Throwing her hands up in resignation, she groans, “Fine! Fine!” And with that, she’s nicely snugged in her safety belt. “There. Happy?” Snorting, she adds, “I didn’t think you were a safety nut.” To herself, she mutters, “A nut perhaps…”

Smiling, he pulls out of the parking lot and heads for the library. It’s almost endearing that she thinks whispering to herself will not allow him to hear her. “I’m not. I don’t want you smashing your face into the windshield should some imbecile cross my path.” Then he adds to himself, mimicking the way she had tilted her head when she mumbled, “Wouldn’t want to get smudges on the glass…”

She growls at his answer and he raises a brow at the noise. Certainly she’s grateful that he’s even concerning himself with her well-being. He even made a jest. Oh, wait. She doesn’t respond well with jokes. He lets his smile drop, reverting back to his default state of heavy indifference. No matter. This whole ‘friendly’ charade is only for the sake of the project. They’ll be back at each other’s throats par routine before Friday.

As they drive along, silence soon eats up the space, leaving in its wake heavy tension. Whose idea was this… oh, right. Why had he thought this a good idea? It would lessen their time together thus shorten the uneasy, awkward moments like this one. Curse his flawless logic! He stifles a sigh. The more awkward moments to the library reduces the awkward moments at school. Still, being this close and so quiet is nearly unbearable. Surely not even she and her loud mouth can remain so stoic for so long. Why does her silence drive him over the edge? If anything this should be a blessing. It’s the first time in their acquaintance that she’s not peeping a word. Then why, bloody hell, is this so much more infuriating?

“What did you have in mind for our project?” he asks casually, trying to keep his voice neutral.

From the corner of his eye he watches her brow crinkle, but otherwise doesn’t move. She remains so still that he begins to think she may not have heard him and has been in her own thoughts the whole time. He’s about to repeat the question, when she suddenly speaks up.

“What if we look into something about the brains of criminals?” she noncommittally shrugs. “There’s bound to be something interesting in that.”

He almost flinches. He catches himself last second, nearly in the motion. Her voice is so soft, so nonthreatening that he finds it threatening. She has to be planning something. What is she up to? What sort of sick trick is waiting him? Blue hands? Bodily harm? His head minutely turns and he catches her serene expression. She doesn’t look like she’s plotting his demise. But, it’s too soon to dismiss anything. She has never talked to him like that before. Normal. He tries to, but he can’t recall a single, real moment where her voice directed at him was below a yell or was less than a feral tone. Now he just has to make sure it remains this calm.

“Criminals,” he repeats, successfully, albeit narrowly, without heavy hints of disdain.

Already he can feel her eyes glare at him as if he is some sort of offensive monster. “What’s wrong with that idea?”

He inwardly sighs. So, much for keeping her in a neutral mood. “I didn’t say it was a bad…”

“You didn’t have to. The way you said it…”

“I was simply restating what you said.”

“You said it like you were touching garbage!”

“That’s almost not too farfetched. Being so close in the presence of…”

“If you want to keep that tongue attached to your mouth, you better not finish that thought!”

“The tongue is attached to the hyoid bone.” He can’t stop himself from adding, “If you paid more attention in anatomy, you would know that.”

Somewhere in his mind, something isn’t exactly monitoring what filters from his mouth because he specifically remembers wanting to remain neutral and, well, would you look at that? His foot somehow found a way into his mouth. Impressive, since he is driving at the same time.

Regina doesn’t find it as impressed. His foot-in-mouth abilities seem to mildly fan her flaring anger. “I do pay attention and if anything’s distracting me, it’s your giant ego-complex blocking the board.”

“Call medical advisory, your eyes are blind. I sit behind you to the side.” He eyes her skeptically for a moment. “My ego can’t possibly be obscuring your vision.”

“Please, your ego is so big it was named an official planet,” she hisses, arms folded across her chest, slumping against the leather seats, seething. She is the picture of teenage stereotypes, Fitzwilliam thinks as he eyes the library coming into view.

He sighs. They haven’t started the real project yet and already they aren’t starting on ‘good’ terms. The next few days are going to be some of the longest days of his life. He won’t be surprised if by the end of this day, he will find a grey hair. He truly never has been together with Regina longer than the handful of class hours, even then it isn’t as if they constantly talk – what little talking they do is usually heated arguments over the tiniest things.

What fresh hell has he brought onto himself now?
Regina and Fitzwilliam Chapter Two
I wasn't exactly sure if I'm done with this part, but I had it written out thus far for so long that I decided I ought to wrap it up and start on pt. 3. That and I haven't been up to much lately. ._.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, Chel~ It's for :iconchel-bells: and her story, Abnormal Destiny~ :) These are all her characters (so far; you never know if there'll be guest appearances)~ I'm writing this mostly for character study and because I hugely support the ship, ReFitz from her story. They're my babies~ <3

None of this relates to her actual story. It is in no way a glimpse of the real plot; this is all simply fanfiction and most of it is made up. X3
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Regina doesn’t move.

The air has been sucked out from around her and gravity weighs her down more heavily than usual. It is the sound of her own aggravated sigh that throws her back to reality. Rearing up in her seat, she moves to scream her frustration at her persecutor - “Ms. Blanchard,” – when a smooth voice flits over her and demands attention.

She whips her head, glaring daggers at the person who is the source of all her broiling anger. Fitzwilliam Salomen.

He makes it a point, a rather sharp point considering that he is directly diagonal to her and she is in his field of vision clearly, to disregard her presence and continues his power of persuasion.

“Ms. Blanchard, lovely teacher as you are, your classroom never fails to uphold my highest expectations,” he addresses her in his velvety baritone voice as he laces his fingers together, propping his elbows on his desk, leaning forward, eyes staring over his steel-rimmed frames with the stark chill of indifference veiling them. “But, may I, if I be so inclined, suggest mild complaint on how science partners were chosen for our next big endeavor?”

Euberta Blanchard, teaching for some thirty-odd years, is not one to receive complaints well, especially not those of the spoiled brat of a billionaire CEO. Regardless of how Salomen charms the pants off all his other teachers, (effortlessly, if he may say so himself) his charms always fail to reach Euberta. And somewhere deep, deep down beneath all his cold indifference towards the woman, there may be a little piece of respect for that. A little piece of respect next to all the hatred this woman is managing to rake up with her every attempt (and sometimes successful triumphs, he hates to admit) of making him obey her rules. Fitzwilliam Salomen got things done by his means and his ways.

If Euberta is in a fair mood, meaning, yes, by some strange miracle she had gotten up feeling refreshed in the morning, and yes, the coffee was absolutely perfect, then, yes, she becomes putty in his manipulating hands and he can have a recess, free-for-all with his projects and assignments. She will giddily be accepting of whatever excuse or hair-brain scheme he has brewing in his insanely brilliant mind and he will be given extra time on whatever homework he had stowed away for the night in favor of tinkering away at another crazy invention of his. Those were some of his better days with the teacher.

Unfortunately, today does not seem like one of his way days. Euberta is scowling.

“Hold your tongue, Salomen, before it digs you into deeper holes,” she snarls and, turning to Regina, she demands in a firm voice, “Sit down.”

“Ms. Blanchard,” Regina and Fitzwilliam object at once. Both spare one another burning glares before the teacher snaps back their attention.

“Ms. Parnall, Mr. Salomen, control yourselves this instant!” Her bark silences any further interruptions and the fiery redhead slips down into her chair quietly. “Now, I am not asking you two. I am telling you – you are science partners; you will work together; you will not question it again.” She pauses, letting her words sink in.

The rest of the students, more or less, are dying to make a raucous comment about the two being madly in love, and to stop denying their feelings for each other. Several girls are squirming around in their seats, thinking of prime jests for the class’ favorite ‘lovebirds’. Euberta’s stern gaze banishes all such words, condemning them to death on the students’ lips.

She breathes deeply before continuing. “Regina,” She glances at the girl, noting a hardly contained grimace. “Fitzwillim,” A glance is thrown towards the brunette who is staring indifferently over his glasses. She holds in a much needed sigh. The stress of these two will last lifetimes. “I can not have the two of you starting a full-fledge brawl every day. Your petty fights are becoming hindrances to other students’ learning. And some of the distraction seems to be going beyond the fights and into some imagined scandal.”

Her eyes narrow towards a group of giggling girls, silencing them. Eyes back on the two in question, she gets to the point. “I’m growing tired of having to break up these meaningless battles. First, it was about how the sight of each other made you both want to vomit, then you started fighting about who started this and that, and I am fed up with it. You two are to learn to work together or fail. Do I make myself clear?”

She is met with silent, hard stares. Furrowing her brow, she repeats, “Do I make myself clear?”

Whether or not venom is heavily lacing her words and whether or not that affects their actions, Regina and Fitzwilliam nod simultaneously (much to the group of giggling girls’ delight).

Euberta nods. “Very good. Now back to our lesson…”

The rest of the class hour passes in high strung silence. The only sound is the snap of the pencil in Regina’s clutched fist.

***

The books being shoved in her locker may have been suffering more abuse than they deserve, but she can’t be blamed for being a little irritated this afternoon. Nope. No one will blame her after the crap thrown at her today. And by Ms. Blachard, who else? What the heck? What did she do to all the… well, whoever the heck is listening up there, to deserve this crap deal?

Fitzwilliam, that freaking snob with perfect hair (how the heck is he doing that?), has been nothing, but a royal pain in her derriere, excuse her French (is that what that phrase meant?) since grade school and hasn’t gotten any more pleasant since, not even in their tenth year of school. Not to mention how downright annoying his smug smirk is when he thinks he’s won an argument.

Regina grunts. Look at her. He isn’t anywhere near her and yet she is already fuming about potential screaming contests.

With a purposeful swing, she slams the door shut with a satisfying thump. She fantasies about ways she can crush Fitzwilliam’s head between her locker doors, then she turns. Then she screams. Speak of the devil, she thinks bitterly as her vision is filled with the glint of glasses and loose, brown hair.

In a moment, she shoves him a way and is in her guarded stance. “What the heck are you doing, Salemon?” she demands, pointing an accusatory finger. “What do you think you’re doing stalking around my locker?”

She can’t make out his eyes, but in the pause that follows her outburst, she can almost feel them giving her the one-over. What a creep. Her muscles tense tighter, fist at the ready.

He barely has a few inches on her, but the way he stares down over his glasses makes her feel like he’s towering. This only furthers her fury, and she’s about to snap at him again, when he speaks up.

“My apologizes, Ms. Parnall, I do not intend to come across as a stalker.”

“No, I’m not, you’re… wait, what?” Regina had raised her fist, only to slowly lower it and stop short of her planned tirade. Did he not insult her?

He hooks his hands behind his back, straightening a bit taller, making his stare all the darker. His voice, nonetheless, remains even. “I do not wish to provoke you or to make you see me in quite a colorful light.”

Her brows dip towards her nose. “Oh, you don’t want to provoke me? Then, of course, by all means, wait behind my locker door at the last minute to give me a freaking heart attack!”

“I’m sensing sarcasm?”

Even and calm as they are, Regina doesn’t mistake the mocking undertone to his words. She swears she sees his lips quirk up, but a blink and they’re a thin, firm line, revealing no emotion.

No,” she draws the word out, forcing a despicably pleasant smile. “I love when complete creeps sneak up on me!” She scowls and spits, “Of course, I’m being sarcastic!”

He doesn’t bat an eye. Instead he peers over his glasses, green irises flashing momentarily before he opens his mouth. The words spoken carefully. “Let me be the only creep to keep you company today.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” she snaps.

“It means I want to get started on this project of ours – the sooner we finish the better. I am merely suggesting we spend today at one of our homes to go over planning.”

Regina gawks at him. Is this a homework assignment or a business negotiation? And who does he think he is calling all the shots?

She rolls her eyes. “Look here, Salomen, no one is going to anyone’s house, got that?” With less bite, she huffs, “It’s not due until Friday. We have four more days. We can work on it in class.”

If anything, refusing him is only because she doesn’t want to be near him. It has nothing to do with the fact that she has never been to a guy’s house before or that a guy has never been to her house. Nothing at all.

Sure that her answer will have him leaving, Regina is surprised when he doesn’t move an inch from his position.

“I am aware of when it is due,” he states. “However, I propose that we should come together-”

In holy matrimony,” a random girl cuts in as she ogles the two from across the hallway.

Regina glowers at her, but Fitzwilliam remains indifferent even as the girl strolls right on up to him and throws an arm around his shoulders. The sight makes Regina flinch by the suddenness. When has this guy ever let anyone near him, let alone touch him?

“Hello, Wilhelmina,” he addresses her, slightly turning his head towards her strange, green hair that spills out over his button-down.

An achingly beautiful grin that can melt anyone in its presence splits her lips at the sound of her name, so pretty that Regina almost forgets her earlier remark. Almost.

“Hey,” Regina pauses, forgetting her name though spoken a moment ago, instead focusing on the flowers tucked behind her ears and settles with, “Flower Girl!”

Wilhelmina turns that soul shattering smile on her, but Regina does not waver, not even when the green-haired girl asks in a soothing voice, “Yes, love?”

“Don’t ‘love’ me!” She snaps (as ridiculous as those words sound) and grits her teeth. “Don’t ever say something so bullheaded again!”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You know what! That… that… holy crap! There is no holy anything going on between me and” -she gestures to Fitzwilliam- “that!

Speaking of, Fitzwilliam has yet to remove the arm snaked around his neck. Not that Regina cares. It’s just irritating how indifferent he’s being to all this. She also doesn’t care that the girl is almost his height while she is starting to feel humiliatingly short all of a sudden.

Flower Girl seems to wilt at the words, lip quivering and everything. “But… but… but…” she gasps in exasperation, (finally) taking her arm from his neck, so she can turn to face him. “But, you two are so lovely together!”

A dark brow wings up as he glances over his rims at her. Then he ignores her as he turns to Regina. “Let me apologize for her.” The words because Lord knows she won’t for herself are left unspoken, but heard loud and clear. “She insists that I need a lover.”

Regina thinks for a moment that she sees his eyes flicker behind his glasses – like an exaggerated roll – but then decides it’s only the light bouncing off the lenses. This lapse in attention gives Fitzwilliam enough time to continue without her heated interjection of denial of being his potential lover.

“Do not get too flustered-”

“I’m not! Don’t flatter yourself,” she manages to bark out as he continues.

“She has found a lot of girls over the past few years, claiming each of them would make an exceptional wife. However,” He clicks his tongue. “I find each of them disdainful.” He nods to Flower Girl. “Perhaps the reason why is more blatant than I thought, especially if you think I would ever want to ‘hitch’ myself, as I’m sure is common lingo for you” - directed squarely at Regina – “to a woman so revoltingly uncultured.”

“And I wouldn’t want to espouse,” – she relishes in the bewildered look Fitzwilliam momentarily exposes before retreating back to his mask, and even gloats – “That’s right! I can use fancy words, too!” – turns back to Wilhelmina – “I wouldn’t want to espouse a rich, pompous snob!”

“Did you learn all those words from British television?” quips Fitzwilliam smoothly.

Before Regina can retort, he shifts his whole body to face Wilhelmina (the most movement since he statured himself behind Regina’s locker) and asks her, “Come now, Mina, what, pray-tell, makes you believe that we” – gestures between himself and Regina with the subtlest twitch of his hand as he brings it from behind him – “make a compatible couple?”

If her smile is poison, the way her eyes light up as if on fire from the inside makes her deadlier than a viper ready to spring for the kill. A few would not be hasty to claim seeing fangs when the girl’s mouth breaks into a mischievous grin.

“Why, isn’t it obvious?” She swings her arms out towards the two, willing them to get closer to each other. Of course, they don’t, so Wilhelmina will have to settle on making it clearer for them.

Sucking in a large breath, she begins in the most dramatic frail of her arms and shouts for the high heavens to hear, “How can you be so blind? I saw it! I saw the passion in your eyes when you stared at each other-”

“That was rage,” Fitzwilliam barely gets out as Wilhelmina heedlessly trudges through her theatrics of this ‘whirlwind romance’.

“I saw the way you two longed for each other’s embrace! The way you two crave each other’s caress!” Her arm drapes dramatically over her forehead in a woe-is-me motion. “But, alas! This love is doomed!”

“It never started.”

“Doomed and cursed is a love this powerful! Because you two won’t realize your undying affections!” She throws her hands in the air, then slowly lowers them, staring purposely at the living tragedy before her. Romeo and Juliet reincarnate. It breaks her heart. She sighs. “Fitzy, you have to be doll for once and let girls play with you.” With agile fingers she plucks a piece of lint off of his shoulder. “Your cold demeanor drives them away.” She flashes a well-meaning smile. There isn’t one in return.

“Are you sure you’re not the one driving them away?” He turns a glance feigning surprise towards Regina. “How are you still here after all that?”

Without missing a beat, she replies, “I deal with you all day. Your acting is worse.”

If one is staring as intently as Wilhelmina, then someone besides her would’ve caught the ever so slight upwards quirk of Fitzwilliam’s firm lips, and someone would’ve for the briefest of moments caught a glimpse of emotion leaking through his carefully made mask. Fortunately, no one, but Flower Girl is watching for his reaction so obsessively, so not even Regina sees the stir she caused in him, if only for a breadth. But, Flower Girl saw.

“Hey,” Regina growls. “Close your mouth! You’re giving me a front row seat to a food gallery I didn’t ask for!”

Wilhelmina snaps her jaw shut, haven’t even realizing it was open in the first place. But, a big grin soon stretches across her face. Backing away, she starts, “Ah… um… I…” She’s too giddy to think straight.

Fitzwilliam’s brow twists in consternation. “Mina? Are you all right?”

Straightening up, she tries again, voice firm. “Yes. I just realized I have to be somewhere. Anyway, sorry for whatever that was.” She gestures behind her as if that in itself is clear indication of ‘the past few moments’ and continues on. “I’ll let you guys alone. It’s clear there is nothing between this.”

Her head bobs down - seemingly a return nod to the one Regina gives. Then in a flash, she’s scurrying away before anyone can say anything.

Thank God, that’s over, Regina thinks as she watches the green hair swish around a corner. She’s shrugging her backpack on her shoulder, ready to leave and be done with all this nonsense, when the snob speaks up.

“That was a tad off topic.” He flicks an eyebrow up, eyes focused on the hall Flower Girl disappeared into. Then his gaze settles heavily on Regina, completely swallowing her up in the sharp, menacing green orbs.

Regina is a step away from swinging a right hook into that pretty face of his to keep those pools of puke from staring so fixedly on her, when he abruptly continues.

“About my offer?”

“What?”

“To work on the project.”

Regina shakes her head firmly, frown present. “No way, you freaking creep!” She spits the last word, punctuating her answer. “No one is going to anyone’s house, especially not after that lovey, lovey, doe-eyed romantic was trying to get us to lock lips only after seeing us stand next to each other.” A cringe can’t be fought back at the next thought. “I don’t want to know what she’ll think seeing us walk into a house together.” Folding her arms, she leans back, eyes seizing him up with contempt. “Besides, I don’t let in mutts. House rule.”

She waits for his insult. It doesn’t come. He only stays rooted solidly in place as if he was there his whole life and always will be, his only goal glaring straight ahead. She can’t say she’s not uncomfortable with his silence. For once, she wishes he’d fight back, something. A quiet Fitzwilliam is an unfamiliar Fitzwilliam, therefore, dangerous and a threat. What is that pigheaded idiot plotting now?

He blinks behind his lenses (the first time, Regina notes unconsciously). Opening his mouth, he says one word, “Library.”

Regina scrunches up her face. “What? What about-”

“The library. It’s a secluded area, not many people visit and we’ll not run the risk of people thinking scandalously of our reputations.” He cocks a brow, a challenge, daring her to find fault in his oh-so-freaking flawless logic. Oh, she will find it all right.

She shrugs. “I don’t have a car. I have no ride.” Ha. There. She can’t go; she isn’t about to walk a few miles by herself.

“I can drive you.”

Crap. “I don’t ride with strangers.”

“I’m no stranger.”

“Right, let me rephrase that, ‘I don’t ride with sociopaths’.”

“Have you always been this charming or have I been blind to it our whole acquaintance?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Nevertheless, I have already taken the necessary steps and phoned your mother for permission.” A sly grin, the first open expression of emotion on his face since this conversation began, curls his lips wickedly as he tells her, “She was thrilled to hear her lovely daughter would be accompanied by such a brilliant, young man on her way to the library to further her studies.”

If her anger were any hotter, Regina is sure it would’ve blown out her ears in comical steam. Curse him for winning her mother’s approval; how he got to be so charismatic, she’ll never know! How he found time to charm everyone’s pants off is an enigma.

She opens her mouth to scream bloody murder at him. “You freaking-” She near bites her tongue as a realization comes over her, causing her great confusion. Did he just say she was lovely?

“So,” he hums, breaking her thoughts. “Library? Our project?”

Anger ever evident in her mind, she grits her teeth and seethes, “Why would I want to spend any more time than I have to with an arrogant, self-absorbed brat like you?”

He ducks his head down, leveling his eyes with her. The action is so sudden Regina jerks back, half expecting a head butt. He merely stays there, locking eyes with her and she doesn’t break the contact, if only to be defiant in whatever angle he’s playing at here. In that steady voice, he explains, “That’s what I’m trying to accomplish. The more we work on this project, the faster it’ll be complete. If we start now, we’ll finish before it’s due and be out of each other’s hair.”

Regina forces herself not to furrow her brow. She hates everything about him, but she hates it more when he purposes a decent idea. She swears under her breath. The only indication he hears is a slight tick in his brow, otherwise he remains silent, waiting for her answer.

Rolling her eyes and heaving a sigh, Regina growls, “Look, rich boy-”

“Fitzwilliam.”

“Pants-in-a-Fitz,” she hisses, narrowing her eyes. “Let’s get one thing clear – I will go to the library and we’ll work on this project, but the moment we see someone we know, you’re trash to me.” She shrugs. “Don’t take it too personally; I just don’t want people thinking we’re friends or anything.”

His eyes flicker across her carefully. The firm, thin line of his mouth has not wavered. A cold, calculating voice shimmers through his lips as he whispers, “No. Trash should not be seen mingling amongst diamonds.”

“Uh, yeah, whatever, Dude.” Regina dismisses his weird whatever it is he’s doing today. It seems he’s just bound to be off.

“Right then. I’ll be waiting for you after school.” And like that, he is on his heel and away before Regina can yell at him some more.

Regina feels her fists clench up as she falls against her lockers and slides to the floor. That happened. Not only is she doing a project with the most obnoxious person in the universe, but now they are going to go to the library. They’ll be in each other’s proximities. In public. What is she getting herself into?
Regina and Fitzwilliam Chapter One
Okay, so I don't have a good title for this yet. ^^; But, rest assured, when I think of one, I'll be sure to rename it~ :dummy:

This is a surprise for my friend, :iconchel-bells:~ Regina, Fitzwilliam and Wilhelmina + Euberta are her characters~ I have just borrowed (or more likely kidnapped) them to write a piece of fanfiction~ :D I just couldn't help myself~ I had to do a High school!AU. :D

I also made minor differences~ For example, Regina and Wilhelmina are not friends in this universe, but for some reason she and Fitzy are cool with each other - that will be explained later.

Anyway, they're all from her story, Abnormal Destiny. You can find it on her page~ Definitely should give it a read~ I don't do the characters justice~ :D

I hope you like it, Chel~ If I find time, I'll try to write more~ :la:
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Okay. Well, I've decided to really get back in gear with art and writing again~ So, I'm going to try (against all odds) to complete the 100 Theme Challenge~ :dummy:

I'll be attempting a mixture of writing and art, so things will most likely be inconsistent. Since I really want to improve my writing skills, I may use all kinds of characters, and may even try my hand on some fanfiction, depending on the theme. :D

As you can see, I have the original and emotions list. I have no idea if I'll ever come close to completing the darn things, but I really liked things from both lists.

Anyway - as a side thing, I will happily accept requests on any of the numbers. If one of the choices sparks your interest, feel free to request me to write or draw something. It can be OC's or fandoms, and I'm cool with trying my hand at writing fanfiction. Just throwing this out there - my otp is Lokane. Just saying. Only thing is I won't accept yaoi/yuri requests. Or anything too graphic. ^^;

Anyway, wish me luch~ :wave:

Here we go~ :la:

Original List

1. Introduction
2. Complicated - Refitz for :iconchel-bells:
3. Making History
4. Rivalry
5. Unbreakable
6. Obsession
7. Eternity
8. Gateway
9. Death - Kiliel for :iconchel-bells:
10. Opportunities
11. 33%
12. Dead Wrong
13. Running Away
14. Judgment
15. Seeking Solace
16. Excuses
17. Vengeance
18. Love
19. Tears
20. My Inspiration
21. Never Again
22. Online
23. Failure
24. Rebirth
25. Breaking Away
26. Forever and a day
27. Lost and Found
28. Light
29. Dark
30. Faith
31. Colors
32. Exploration
33. Seeing Red
34. Shades of Grey
35. Forgotten
36. Dreamer
37. Mist
38. Burning
39. Out of Time
40. Knowing How
41. Fork in the road
42. Start
43. Nature’s Fury
44. At Peace
45. Heart Song
46. Reflection
47. Perfection
48. Everyday Magic
49. Umbrella
50. Party
51. Troubling Thoughts
52. Stirring of the Wind
53. Future
54. Health and Healing
55. Separation
56. Everything For You
57. Slow Down
58. Heartfelt Apology
59. Challenged
60. Exhaustion
61. Accuracy
62. Irregular Orbit
63. Cold Embrace - Ruto from the Legend of Zelda series zeldawiki.org/File:Hyrule_Warr… being wrapped up by a snake for :iconthe7thexperiment:
64. Frost
65. A Moment in Time
66. Dangerous Territory
67. Boundaries
68. Unsettling Revelations
69. Shattered
70. Bitter Silence
71. The True You
72. Pretense
73. Patience
74. Midnight
75. Shadows
76. Summer Haze
77. Memories
78. Change in the Weather
79. Illogical
80. Only Human
81. A Place to Belong
82. Advantage
83. Breakfast
84. Echoes
85. Falling
86. Picking up the Pieces
87. Gunshot
88. Possession
89. Twilight
90. Nowhere and Nothing
91. Answers
92. Innocence
93. Simplicity
94. Reality
95. Acceptance
96. Lesson
97. Enthusiasm
98. Game
99. Friendship
100. Endings

The Emotions List
1. Birth
2. Enthusiasm
3. Love
4. Hate
5. Triumph
6. Feel
7. Wrecked
8. Soft
9. Cold
10. Without
11. Inspiration
12. You
13. Confused
14. Affection
15. Joy
16. Horror
17. Acceptance
18. Sympathy
19. Holding
20. Defeated
21. Pride
22. Knife
23. Overwhelmed
24. Depressed
25. Adoration
26. Worship
27. Zeal
28. Light
29. Exhaustion
30. Obsession
31. Rage
32. Empty
33. Anger
34. Fury
35. Delight
36. Submission
37. Infatuation
38. Anticipation
39. Pessimistic
40. Jolly
41. Grasping
42. Agitation
43. Calm
44. Astonished
45. Loneliness
46. Lust
47. Longing
48. Tender
49. Hard
50. Rebirth
51. Amused
52. Broken
53. Abused
54. Tranquil
55. Composed
56. Glad
57. Stress
58. Serenity
59. Colorful
60. Coping
61. Boisterous
62. Placid
63. Tired
64. Bliss
65. Neglect
66. Fine
67. Question
68. Energetic
69. Noble
70. Disgust
71. Lively
72. Power
73. Pity
74. Humiliation
75. Satisfied
76. Thankful
77. Hyper
78. Goosebumps
79. Worthless
80. Remorse
81. Degraded
82. Revenge
83. Fulfilled
84. Shame
85. Graceful
86. Shining
87. Content
88. Feelings
89. Pleased
90. Relief
91. I
92. Zest
93. Tears
94. Building
95. Optimistic
96. Thrilled
97. Dealing
98. Reflect
99. Embarrassment
100. Death

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As of currently, I am working on my story, MayBelle's Circus. It follows a young girl who lives in a ginormous circus that stretches so far that it harbors a little world of amazing and fantastic creatures. Though her life is well off, she longs to be free from the Circus and thinks it's more like a confinement for freaks like herself. She wishes more than anything for something to happen and that's just what she gets. In the next few weeks, she goes through the worse turn of events that could ever befall her; the Ring Master dies, a sweet, alligator girl is found dead with gashes all over her body, then someone she loves dearly is suspected for the chain of murders that follow.

I'd really appreciate some feedback. :)

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victorbessa96 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for the fav!  :happybounce: 
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Hi! Thank you for the :+fav: on my "Beneath-Damage" comic sample :)
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thanks for the faves
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You're welcome~ :3
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Chel-Bells Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2015  Student General Artist
Hollyyyyyyyy~

Earlier, I was looking through all of my current chapters of AD, to check for spelling and grammar errors and such, and I was reading through all the comments and stuff..

And then, I got to YOUR comments. And they were all just so amazing and amused me all over again. I was seriously sitting here, giggling like some kind of psycho. XD

Just thought I'd inform you of how awesome you and your comments are. :la:
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WinterCandyMints Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Chelllllllllll~ :D

That is always a good thing to do~ ^-^
Yes, comments are nice... :)

XD Oh, goodness... awwww~ :3 Really? It makes my heart soar, knowing I get you to act like a psycho~ :XD:

Aw, thanks, Chel~ c:

Omg, Chel, I don't know what happened, but I suddenly got hit with a wave of inspiration to write something and I know you'll love whatever it is I'll write, but I'm not telling you what it is til I post it. :D
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Chel-Bells Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2015  Student General Artist
Hollyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~ xD

It is indeed. :D
They certainly are... xD;;;

You really do~ It's crazy~ XD

You're welcome. :huggle:

Oh my gosh... really? Eeeeeeee~ I can't wait~ :love:
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:wave: Thanks for the Loki fave! :huggle:  
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WinterCandyMints Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're welcome, and omg~ I saw your icon, and was like, "Le-gasp~ Loki~" So, I went on your page and oh, goodness~ All the Loki~ :love: I love it~ :D
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Tee hee. :giggle: Yeah, Loki has that kind of effect on ppl. :aww: Thanks for more faves & the watch! :huggle: 
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