[[ :Caught in a bad romance: ]]

"You really need to work on your skills, Jane. Those curves are very... Straight." Ms Smith sighed faintly, as if already knowing her class would fail.
"Err... I was trying to do that style where you use lots of scratches. Whats it called..?" the young student tried to defend her sloppy work.
"Nice try." the teacher tapped her on the head with her ruler.

His broken pencil continued to ravage the sketch with detail, forming a crowd around his Butterfly. She was the stand out, in the midst of a sea. Swimming in the dark, making her own light.
His sketch was odd in it's angle, however. It was though h were overlooking the entire crowd from a stand of some kind. He was probably remembering what he saw when he was up here, DJing for Brittany.
"Oooh. That's very good, Christoph. Why didnt you tell me you cold sketch this well?" she picked his book up, without his permission. He realised all too late, grabbing for it but missing entirely and almost falling from his chair. No! He didnt want the entire class to see it!
"Look here everyone. See how Christoph has drawn your eyes to the very middle of the page? He has coloured everything with the dull lead, except this person here. Is this person somehow important?" she directed her question to him, holding up his work for all to see.
"...I guess." he glanced away, slowly folding his arms. He'd just have to deal with it. No point being akward about it.
"Hmm? That's an interesting design. 'Butterfly'? What does that mean, Christoph?"
"It's a name. Now can I finish it?" he asked hurriedly, almost snatching it back when she did let him take it. He quickly flipped the page, tucking the picture behind the book so no'one could see it. Stupid woman.
The bell rung softly, illuminating the sutdent's features as they realised that class was over. What looked like the entire class, save Christoph, rose and gathered their belongings. Most left almost immediately, though some waited for Angel.
"Sorry, I couldnt get a look at everyone's works. If you want yours to be seen, rated or commented on, please come up and talk to me before you go." the teacher spoke softly, almost wishing no'one would. What a teacher she was.
Chris gave a faint sigh before slowly pushing the notebook into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder carelessly. He gave a passing glance to Angel before moving for the door, exitting it without hesitation. He was hungry.

[[ :Caught in a bad romance: ]]

His pencil slowly drew around the page, curves and nooks where needed. The outfit was completed. The grooves of her corset done and finished. He had already begun on her actual body now, adding in her arms and legs. He had a little trouble remembering. The images were fuzzy. It was dark. There were too many people.
He mentally cursed himself for not checking her out more thoroughly.
He shook his head slightly, frowning a little. Why was he even thinking like this? He was glad he saw her at all, let alone all of her. All of her. Did he want to see her naked?
He felt an inquisitive brow slowly arch, though hidden by his chestnut-brown hair. So, he wanted to see her naked so he could draw her form properly in this butterfly outfit. That made no sense.
He sighed harshly, tapping against the paper with the eraser on the end of his pencil. He leant back, resting his elbow against the table to balance his cheek in his palm. What should he do? He couldnt remember her.
He couldnt remember her eyes.
His pencil outlined two large orbs, gently shading them to a soft grey, making sure to keep them lively and interested. As if she were staring right up at him.
He couldnt remember her hair.
He scratched against the paper with the lead pencil, shading in the strands of hair that cascaded freely down her neck and shoulders. As if becoming to the frame to the mastepiece within.
He couldnt remember her smile.
A pair of full, enticing lips spread across her face, piercing the void with a brilliant smile.
He couldnt remember her name. Her name...
Butterfly
He wrote it down her corset, as if giving her a title on the spot. He did give he a title on the spot. He remembered.
That night was fun, up until his little scene with Jason. God, that guy was annoying.
His emerald hues widened slightly, realising what he had been doing up until now. A trance-like smile had been plastered across his lips as he traced an image of his Butterfly onto the paper before him. He blunk slowly, forcing the smile down. He probably looked like an idiot to anyone who was watching, for whatever reason. His gaze flicked up to Angel, watching her for a moment. He stuck the end of his pencil into his mouth, chewing on it slowly. His pupils narrowed and his stare became sharper, stronger. Angelica. Angel. Everyone knew her. Something about that rung a bell in his mind. Didnt he think something along these lines after Butterfly said something to him...?
"Christoph. Stop staring and get back to work please. I'm sure Angelica can do without it."
His pencil snapped under the strain. He had bitten down quite hard, ripping the pencil from his lips. God. He was staring?
He dipped his head into his work, the corner of his lip twitching in irritation. Annoying woman.
Everyone was watching him now. Laughing. Or he assumed so. He blocked out the world, as he had grown accustomed to doing. His composure returned to normal and he relaxed. His pencil dancing across the page once more. Figures began to appear all about his Butterfly, all shaded to the point of being simple sillouettes. She stood out. No'one else.

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"Christoph. You need to wake up. School will begin soon." a knock soon followed the elderly voice that called though the wood of his door.
A groan was all he could respond with, flipping the covers from over his head and literally throwing them across the room. God, how he hated mornings.

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"Christoph, please come out of the bathroom. Your driver is waiting patiently for you to depart for school. And I must insist that you rethink our chat over the private academy." the same elderly voice called through the wooden door yet again.
"Eghhn." he replied, styling his hair in such a manner that the newly bleached streak was hidden beneath his chestnut-brown hair. Having someone recognise him at school would be a bother. Being watched and waited on wasnt fun, at all. Especially when it felt more like confinement than help.
He finally shrugged on his button-up shirt and popped the colour up on one side, as he liked it. His emerald-green orbs staring into themselves through the mirror before him. A heavy, drawn out sigh managed to push by his lips.
"Christoph, yo-" The door swung open and he slowly walked through, bag hung over his shoulder casually.
"...I'm ready. What do I have for first period?" he started towards the front door, so he could finally make his way to school.
"Arts and Crafts. Though I dont fully understand as to why you'd choose such a subject. Your talents far surpass those of these simple-minded students." The elderly woman stated, quite unhappy with the situation it seemed.
"Right." he practically shrugged off her remark without a second's hesitation. Same old woman. He didnt want to be pampered, like his parents were. They turned out horribly. Rich, stupid and anti-social.
He shook his head gently, finally pulling himself into the backseat of the rather expensive black car.
"I have notified the principal that you are to be tutored during lunch-break, this afternoon. Have a nice day." she bid her farewell before seeing him off down the driveway.
God.

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Christoph H Geralds. Christoph to those who see status. Hector to those who see his hidden desires. He was two people. Hector would never be accepted by his family. They only let him DJ and take partof various other activities to keep him from getting bored. They didnt think he'd actually put it to use anywhere. His head dipped slightly as he entered the class, eyes glued to the floor in thought. Butterfly. It hadnt occured to him before, but he didnt even think to figure out her name. He had just nicknamed her Butterfly for the night.
He had yet to realise it, but he had a slight black eye on his left side from one of the punches he took at the party. It was painfully obvious in the light, but when he kept his head down as per usual, he'd seem pretty average. The usual white button-up shirt and dark blue jeans. Black skater shoes with a white skull on either side. Not a very matched outfit, but he didnt seem to mind all that much.
"Roll-call. Angeline.... Becky.... Christoph.... Daniel...." the teacher began to call out the names listed on his roll. Each person responding with a grunt.
"Here." he replied to his name, not bothering to look up from the sketch he had begun scribbling on his notebook. He was encouraged to do so when he was bored. Apparantly he had a bit of knack for it.
He found himself outlining butterfly wings around a woman's form, but didnt draw a face just yet. He was a little too busy detailing the corset to really work on anything else.

[Err... Yeah. Not a very good post.]

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A familiar voice broke the cheers of the crowd as another punch connected with his jaw, sending him back a step, but he only stepped back up into place. He wasnt backing down, but he wasnt fighting. There wasnt a point. His emerald-green hues darted to the side, watching Angel step from behind the crowds to get to Jason. His stomach clentched and a small drop of blood slipped down from his lip. His gum was bleeding, great. He wiped it away with his arm before taking this chance. He needed to think of a way out of this, quickly. He scanned his memory for anything remotely similar to fighting, and he found something. He knew how to fence. But that wouldnt do much good here without a sword. He continued to think, watching the scene unfold between the two. He noticed her hand curl into a fist, and instantly knew what was going to happen. And that wasnt something that she should be doing, especially in this crowd.
He darted forward, closing the gap between him and Angel, swiftly slipping infront of her. Her fist collided with the back of his head, jolting it forward slightly. He winced uncomfortably, but held his ground.
"Any other time, I'd fight you. But I have women to impress, Jason... And you apparantly have women to disgust. I'll do us both a favour... And stop this right now." his hand lifted, curling into a fist before being thrown forward. But he wasnt going to punch. His leg darted forward too, hooking his foot behind Jason's leg and dragging it forward, throwing him off balance. He had taken his first punch as a diversion, not noticing his leg. Now he was going to pay or it. He had the higher ground, the time and the ability to hit him wherever he wanted. He raised his fist again, bringing it down and connecting it with Jason's nose, sending him straight down into the ground with a large thud.
"Holy shit!" Jason's friends ran straight to his aid, dragging him to his feet. He was in no condition to fight, though. That punch had all of Hector's weight behind it, after all. That was a good 80 kilos slamming his head at 60 miles an hour.
Hector grabbed Angel's wrist and quickly pulled her away, winding through the crowd silently as to avoid attention. He probably shouldnt have done that. It was about time for him to leave. His jaw was hurting.
"Hope you dont get into trouble for what I did." he sighed softly. He hadnt bothered grabbing his sunnies from the ground, his bright orbs scanning the room for the exit.
"At any rate... I have to go. Catch you." he gave a gentle wave, having now released her wrist and dissapeared through the crowd of remaining dancers.
There was another party on next weekend. He'd be there. He'd have to, considering it was now Nina's turn. He owed her one from way back. Hopefully he wouldnt have to Dj again.
He left relatively quickly, having already hailed a taxi and gotten in.
"Drive."
The driver nodded before starting along the road, dissapearing into the darkness of the street.

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"Dammit Jason, you scare away my Dj, ruin my party and get yourself fucked up! I'm not going to invite you next time!" Brittany growled loudly, feeling just about ready to make her own mark on Jason's face.

[Sorry, dont know how he could have stayed <3]

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His arms were securely around her form, guiding her hands so she could keep up with the base of the song. His chest pressed right up against her back, so he could reach around her entirely.
The song had hit it's climax, sending the crowd [consisting of practically all of the women attending the party], into a dancing craze. The guys on the other hand stepped out for a moment. Not their type of song.
Soon enough, the song began to come to an end. Hesnuc the headset from her head slowly and placed it on his own, replacing the microphone.
"Let me hear it for our special guest, DJ Butterfly." he spoke softly into the mic, a light smirk playing across the coner of his lips. The crowd cheered loudly, whether it was simply to be polite or they really did love that Angel had been DJing for the song.
He finally stepped down, setting the headset against the mixing table.
"Oh, i'm so glad you came tonight Hector! It made it amazing! Thanks again!" Brittany spoke with such an excitement, it almost made him dizzy just listening to her.
"Uh. Yeah. I'm going to go out for some fresh air, alright?" he gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder before one last glance to his little butterfly, still standing up at the mixing table. Recieving her applause and compliments.
He turned away, slowly pushing through the crowds of party goer's.

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Stepping out into the cool, moon-lit night, he gave a great inhale. He already felt better, out of that stuffy room.
Brittany really did have a good view.
He had gone upstairs to her outdoor terrace. He slowly stepped to the railing, leaning against it as he slowly gazed up at the stars. What was he doing here, of all places? He sould be studying rather than here, DJing for a girl he hardly spoke to. He shook his head with the thought, sighing faintly.
"There you are, dickhead."
A rather hoarse voice cut his thoughts off entirely, spinning him around to face the sudden intruder.
"I've been waiting for you to leave Angel. Now I can kick your ass for stealing her eye."
"I'm honored." he replied flatly. He shifted his legs apart slightly. He sensed an attack coming. He didnt know how to fight. He still had yet to take any classes in any styles. All he knew was how to throw fists. That wasnt too good.
A large snap echoed through the air as a plank of wood broke over his back, sending him to the ground in a thud. A grunt followed quickly after as he writhed against the ground in agony.
"The fuck are you attacking me for anyway...!?" he groaned into the ground before pushing himself up. He didnt bother defending, knowing he'd get beaten harder. The next hit was a punch, sent right into his jaw. It sent the sunglasses right from his eyes.
He slowly looked back to the attacker, stern emerald hues staring directly at him.

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A hand caught her wrist as she seemed to fall from tripping over her own boots. Her form dragged back up until she was standing, the hand still firmly gripping her.
"Wouldnt look too good if the butterfly lost it's wings." he gave a warm smirk, slowly letting his grip loosen until he finally let go of her wrist.
"You seemed pretty into the song, before. Maybeyou should give it a try?" he cocked a brow slowly, turning so he could gesture to the now empty mixing desk up on the makeshift stage.
Without waiting for her answer, he retook her wrist and pulled her along slowly before up to the desk. He stood her directly behind it, coming up behind her to help her along. He let his arms wrap around her form slightly, hands cupping over the tops of her's.
"See that headset there? Put it on." he gestured to the headphones that lay against the side of the desk.
When she did so, he pushed the microphone so it sat beneath her lips.
"Hope you're all having fun, but it's time to get serious." he whispered into her ear, as if telling her to repeat what he said.
He flipped a nearby switch to turn on the table, the music fading in again.
"Think of a name." he whispered as the tune started. His body was almost pressed entirely against her's, a light bounce in his stance as he bobbed to the beat.

"The hell does that asshole think he's doing...? Thats it. I'm gonna' kill him." Jason had been watching the scene this entire time. Eyes travelling up the pair's forms as they ground together with the beat. He found his teeth grinding too, a sudden anger coming over him. He was going to beat the crap out of this guy.

[No problem, been busy myself. Song is here, think of a name <3 Supriiise~]