some motherf---ing miracles
Thread Topic: some motherf---ing miracles
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He tried to hide his surprise. Really, that many schools? Part of him wanted to make sure that she stayed at this one for a while, but most of him couldn't care less. He opened the door for her, then looked around the relatively small space. There were two curtained stalls and a mirror, allowing students to try on clothing without having to visit the bathrooms. "What size are you?" he asked, pushing the thought of her previous academic records out of his mind. He set down her folder and walked over to one of the shelves, starting through the neatly folded girls' shirts.
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Melody raised an eyebrow, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
"Size 8." she responded slowly, watching him go through the clothes and consciously thinking about how there was no chance in hell she was going to wear that s---. -
(holy f--- sorry for short response)
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(i promise i wasn't watching this i just have gr8 timing)
He shuffled through them, grabbing a seven instead. He picked out a skirt as well and handed them to her. "They run large, you'll want a size smaller. Try these."
Kingsley waited patiently while the girl changed. Was it as awkward for her as it was for him? Usually, there were multiple students picking things out at once, if they needed to do so. Not wanting to bring up another subject, he walked up to the mirror and looked himself over, fixing his hair and uniform a bit. He was straightening his tie as she reemerged. -
(it would have been cool anyway bro I stalk the s--- out of soaps when they're active)
Melody scoffed as she studied the uniform in the mirror. She looked like a middle schooler.
"Why would anyone choose to come to a place like this, where we can't even pick what we wear?" she wondered aloud, not trying to hide her disgust. She glanced out the corner of her eye at the boy and found herself annoyed by his apparent contentment with and textbook following of the dress code. She took off the jacket as she turned to face him, draping it over her shoulders instead, and crossed her arms again. -
"Every school I've attended required a uniform," he said as he fixed his jacket, then turned to look at her with a shrug. Kingsley looked Melody over, inspecting the uniform. He had to admit that it fit her, though he knew it'd be rebelliously adjusted in time for the next school day. She'd need the appropriate knee socks to go with it, which, fortunately, sat new in neat rows in a box, which had obviously been opened and left in the room upon arriving at the school. He then grabbed a bag and opened it, putting in two bags of the three-pack socks. "You can change, if that works for you."
He returned to the shelves and started to grab a few more of the skirts and shirts. It was rare for the school to have students that actually needed something like this. He still wasn't sure how she managed to get in. -
"Thanks for the permission." she muttered as she headed back, happy to get into her own clothes. She folded the shirt neatly out of habit, pulling on her own and going for her leather skirt. She stopped for a moment, glaring down at the fabric in her hand. Wait.. this skirt looked shorter when I put in on this morning... She shook her head, slipping into it with a vague sense of confusion and making a mental note to lay off the sleeping pills.
She came back out, checking her phone.
"We gotta hurry this along. Got important s--- to do." -
(*it)
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Kingsley retrieved the folder, taking out the part intended for her and putting it in the bag. He held it open for her, waiting for her to put in the uniform clothing. He thought nothing of the fact that he expected to carry it for her, his family had raised him with this sort of chivalry, making it a habit at this point. "Okay. You don't really need to see anything else, do you? You'll be able to figure out where everything is."
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"Yeah, I can probably figure it out when I'm here." she answered, taking the bag from his hand and setting the little stack at the bottom carefully so it wouldn't come unfolded.
"I guess I'll just get my schedule from the office sometime." -
"Your, uh..." he paused, a bit surprised when she took the bag. Shifting the folder to his other hand, he flipped it open and pulled out a white piece of paper. "This is your schedule. It looks like we have a few classes together."
He offered it to her with a smile, noting that the weather was growing increasingly stormy outside.
He brought her down the senior hallway, mainly with the intention of getting his stuff. "Your locker should be on the other side of the hall, maybe... oh, it's almost directly across." He peered at the schedule as he opened the door of his locker and started putting away the materials from his last class, replacing them with other homework necessities.
Outside, the greyish blue clouds opened up without warning, starting a downpour that was unlikely to stop anytime soon. It was visible from the window at the end of the hall, and caused him to glance over at the new student. "Will you need a ride?" -
Melody glanced the schedule over, shaking her head slowly as she went. Her mind occupied with reading it, she barely heard him mention them having classes together, and thusly missed out on an opportunity to make a snarky comment. She wasn't too thrilled with her classes, especially since registering halfway through the semester meant she got last call on electives. Woodshop and Theatre were not her idea of a good time. She continued reading for a few moments as she moved along behind him, still barely conscious of what was going on around her.
She put it down and started paying attention again when he stopped in front of his locker, glancing over at her locker but already sure she wasn't going to use it. She kept quiet for the most part until they got outside.
She certainly didn't want to be alone in a car with him.
"No." she responded, scanning the sky above with a sigh. "Thanks. I'll walk." -
Suddenly, the downpour became considerably heavier and hail, each piece small but painful-looking. Even if she only had to walk across the street, the girl would easily be drenched. Glancing at her and then staring back out into the torrential downpour, Kingsley frowned.
"Are you sure?" he asked. He understood that Melody didn't like him; that much was obvious. But he didn't want her walking home in such terrible weather. "It's pretty heavy. I have an umbrella in my car, at least borrow it from me." -
Melody didn't miss the sudden transition from the consistent tapping sound of rain to the more dramatic crackling of hail. She didn't imagine trudging through it for the mile back to her house would be a pleasant experience, but even taking an umbrella from him set her up with an obligation to come back and find him to return it.
"No." she shook her head as she spoke, sucking in a breath as she stuck her hands in her pockets and started for the door. "I'm good." -
He frowned, watching her walk out. She didn't even have a coat. "But..." he said, trailing off as he walked out as well. He shoved his hands in his pockets and considered offering his coat. Then again, she'd probably hate that even more. She couldn't walk home like that. She just couldn't.
But as he ran down the steps and over to the parking lot, retrieving his keys as he went, he let her. He sat in the driver's seat as she walked down the street, already soaked. Maybe he could just... with a faint twirl of his hand, he modified her clothing a second time. This time, he made sure it sort of repelled the rain and kept her somewhat warm.
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