Solitude and Silence [open]

Of course Francis wasn’t in class, he had only arrived at Orchid Hill Academy for the Gifted and frankly he wasn’t at all interested in the idea of going to class on his first day in the place. He was in a strange new environment – he needed to explore before he could start learning. Francis always needed to have a clear idea of his surroundings; the idea of him not being able to know where he was going frightened him to death. And so, he was wandering the corridors of the school, just going where his feet were taking him.

He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that were baggy on him with a pair of blue etnies, his t-shirt was white and simply bore the DC logo in large black letters. His platinum blonde hair was ruffled but attractive in a I’m-not-hung-up-on-the-way-I-look sort of way. His dark eyes quickly skimmed around the hallway he’d found himself in, it looked different. Something told him he wasn’t supposed to be here. There were pink towels on radiators. ‘Ah, this must be the girls’ dorms.’ He thought to himself, proud of his observational skills.

Francis looked over when he saw a door open and felt an overwhelming feeling of curiosity oozing from the room. He smiled brightly when he saw the girl peering through the open door. She was a beautiful brunette was tan skin and thick, luxurious black hair. “Hey beautiful.” he said, walking straight up to her door and leaning against the door frame. “I’m Francis. What’s your name?” Sometimes his confidence was mistaken for arrogance. Sometimes it was just arrogance.

Even when this girl blushed she was beautiful. The heat burnt off her cheeks, covering her face and neck in a soft rose color. Or, at least it looked rose to Francis. She was wearing old jeans and an old t-shirt with slippers. There was something about the slippers that just made Francis smile. He was already in love with her. But then again, Francis fell in and out of love very quickly and was fickle with his infatuations. Without even thinking about it he grinned at her and replied, “Nadia? That’s a beautiful name.” he observed her thoughtfully, “It suits you.” he decided, although he was pretty sure his opinion would mean nothing to her.

“Ah, yes. I’m not supposed to be. But yet I am.” he leaned close to her and looked around, as if he was about to confide in her a deep secret. “I’ve never really been partial to rule keeping, have you?” Now this boy was what most people would describe as a trouble maker. He’d been the leader of a notorious gang in his old town, he had a criminal record and he was never the type to respect authority. Perhaps he was a bit too much of a bad boy for most girls.

Francis smiled slyly; he loved her blush, he loved how she became breathless as she spoke to him. He loved the proximity between them. He tilted his head to the side; this somehow made his face closer to hers. He wanted to kiss her, but somehow this felt too early. It was strange for Francis to think that it was too early for a kiss, he wasn’t one who thought kisses meant things, but he had a feeling that she was the type of girl who did. Still, he hoped to make it clear that he wanted to kiss her.

Francis silently listened to her point, nodding and smiling a small but interested smile. “That’s true. I don’t think anyone could say that they’ve kept all the rules.” he looked her up and down slowly and then smiled appreciatively, “What do the rules say about boys in girls dorms?” Again, the arrogance of his confidence oozed through – usually this tainted people’s feelings towards him, they dubbed him an arrogant very *friendly* person and tried to avoid him. He hoped this wouldn’t be the case at this school.

Francis was once again overcome by how much he loved her blush and her breathlessness in speaking. It made her seem innocent almost, he didn’t know her well enough to judge whether or not this was misleading but somehow he just didn’t care about her innocence or lack there of. All he cared about was kissing her.

Francis was just considering how to approach kissing Nadia when she kissed him. Completely out of the blue. He grinned. Now, this was what he liked in a beautiful girl – confidence to kiss a complete stranger. At least they were on first name basis. He kissed her back but it was short lived, she moved away and looked shocked by… herself perhaps? The rashness of her actions? Francis didn’t care. They both leaned in for a second kiss at exactly the same instant. He kissed her with all the confidence he had, his eyes were closed and his arms were circling her neck, he nibbled her lip with his teeth. He LOVED this school.

Francis couldn’t believe his luck, somehow the school seemed to have picked him out of the depths of his personal hell and plunged him into this perfect school in which he was considered gifted. Plus the talent wasn’t half bad. And now here he was, standing in the hallway of the girl’s dormitories passionately kissing a girl he barely knew. Perhaps this was all a terrific dream – if so, he didn’t want it to end.

If there was a universal list of confusing girls, Francis was pretty sure that Nadia would come close to the top. One minute she was kissing him and within a blink of an eye she’d moved away and asked him to leave. Somehow this made Francis more desperate for her kiss again. “Nawh, you mean it?” he mumbled, moving in for another kiss – he stopped himself, noticing her expression was serious. ‘Oh.’ He thought. This was definitely not what he’d expected from this. He tilted his head to the side and smiled at her, “Okay Nadia, hopefully I’ll see you around.” he turned to leave, lingered a split second before walking away slowly.