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Room 223, Friday Afternoon

Natalie was not intending to leave her room today. Nope. Yesterday had been... a lot of things she didn't really feel like dealing with right now. And the way to not deal was to stay in her room. There was nothing cowardly about it. She just wasn't going to leave. Just for today.

Maybe the weekend.

Unable to really concentrate on any of her school stuff, she took a seat by her keyboard, intent on forcing herself to focus on something. Immersing herself into practice seemed to be a thing for that. And she was sticking to strictly classical pieces.

No pop. And no singing.

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"I never said I was surprised."

And she wasn't, not really. He already had a history of being a dumbass, there was no question about that. But it all related back to her own unease with what had been going on with her.

And then she fell back into silence.

"Swell. Thanks," Sam said, shaking his head and looking down the hall. He was contemplating just taking off so he could grab his skateboard and clear his mind.

"Yep, you've got yourself a stupid manwhore," he quipped, giving her a thumbs up for that one. "Good catch on your part."

Natalie paused for a bit. Then she closed her eyes and exhaled.

And then she said, "You're not a stupid manwhore, Sam."

It wasn't quite an apology – she didn't quite think one was warranted – but it was something.

"You sure about that?" Sam asked, watching her quietly. "You didn't sound too sure earlier. Might wanna take a poll just to get the best answer."

Her eyes flicked open. Some annoyance remained.

"Yes, I'm sure, Samhain."

Sam made a face at the use of his full name and decided he wasn't going to say anything else for the moment. She could decide if she was gonna talk or if they were gonna stare.

They were going to stare. For the moment, anyway.

Natalie was excellent at staring, after all. Top notch. She could withstand silence and staring for a while.

And he was still a little stung by some previous comments that he could just stand there quietly and not say anything either.

So, fine. They'd stare at each other and probably get looked at weird by anyone who passed by since he hadn't even gone in her room yet.

It was probable. Luckily, though, Natalie didn't really care what anyone thought about her.

Which, admittedly, was a little backwards for someone who'd wanted to hide out in her room today, but it was a complicated thing. This, at least, was all her.

So she watched him, silent and still.

Sam was pretty determined not to be the one that broke the silence. He might have to blink more than she did but he didn't have to talk. He'd spent a lot of time not talking in the past, he could do it again now.

He wasn't going to apologize for yesterday either. It wasn't like he could have shaken her out of whatever had happened and he'd done nothing more than play along.

So, he stood there and wondered if she'd just end up pushing him into leaving.

That was one possibility.

Another one was that she was going to reach out to try and yank him towards her by the front of his shirt. Which was what actually ended up happening once some more of that neighbour-confusing silent staring had gone on for a while.

She had her reasons borne of watching him.

That...hadn't been what he'd been expecting her to do. He stumbled just slightly but he didn't resist. That was mostly due to the fact that he had no time to tell his brain to resist.

She'd yanked him towards her so fast that he just went forward while managing to stay on his feet.

If Natalie was completely honest, she'd kind of counted on him being too startled to resist. She'd hoped that would help her get him through the doorway, because that would mean she'd be able to get the door closed, which would then in turn mean she could push him against said door.

So, basically, she'd counted on his lack of resistance quite a lot.

Sam wasn't really used to being manhandled like this. He managed not to fall all over himself and he managed to figure out that he was inside her room.

His back hit the door and he actually did make a noise of surprise at that. So, she got his lack of resistance and he got pushed against a door.

When you dated a girl with cartoonish powers, sometimes you got manhandled. It was a rule. Or something.

And sometimes after you got manhandled, you got kissed. Harshly. Because your girlfriend was annoyed at you but not enough to send you away.

Again, Sam was surprised and that meant he was a few steps behind her. She'd already been kissing him for a few seconds before he realized she was actually kissing him and she wasn't messing around with it.

Poor Sam, he wasn't sure where she was going with this and what was motivating it but he responded naturally, lips meeting hers when his response came quicker and a little more eager.

Even Natalie probably wouldn't have been entirely clear on what was motivating this, beyond the desire to get him out of the hallway and to do something other than staring. As well as the desire to do things as herself, and to do something to the twitchiness she'd been feeling all day.

So, yeah, she was putting a bit of energy into kissing him, leaning into him as she did.

Yeah, he could definitely feel that energy and he could definitely feel her when she leaned into him. He was ignoring a lot of the questions in his head right now just because this did feel good and he did want it.

Funny, he wouldn't have thought this was what she'd do to make herself feel better even if it did feel good. He just hadn't seen it coming.

He'd also taken his sweet time noticing anything was wrong ysterday. It just meant there were things about her he was yet to figure out.

And she really wasn't giving him any space to think on that right now. In fact, she wasn't giving him much personal space at all, body against body, lips against lips, demanding his full attention.

He'd taken his time noticing and she'd implied that he was one to give his phone number out to other girls when he had a girlfriend so there were things she didn't know about him yet either.

But, he wasn't thinking about anything other than her lips and body and where to put her hands and if he should nip her lip or reach for her shirt or just stand there and let her do whatever she wanted since she was already in the manhandling state of mine.

That was definitely one way to put it. There was nothing particularly gentle in the way she was pushing him against the door, hands against his shoulders. She was not going to restrict his arms in any way, though. Being active was welcomed.

She was just going to deepen the kiss for now.

A voice somewhere in the back of his head was still wondering what this was about and what had actually motivated it but he was ignoring it for now.

One of his arms came up and around her waist, anchoring there so he both wouldn't fall over if she did push him around again and because he wanted to pull her closer, push her body into his and push hips to hips just to give as good as he got.

Natalie did not object to that one bit. She was happy to be plastered against him, nipping at his lip before kissing him again with the same harshness as before.

She knew why she was doing this. She probably wasn't going to tell him.

For awhile, Sam was happy to go along with things, trying to match harshness for harshness and eagerness for eagerness but at some point, when he had to breathe, words slipped out.

"What's wrong?" he mumbled against her lips, unable to stop himself from saying anything. This had just come out of nowhere and he wasn't sure what was driving her and if it was a good reason or not and he was stupid.

Just stupid.

Natalie stopped once his words registered after a short delay. She pulled back enough to actually see him, and opened her eyes and blinked, once, which was testament to how she'd managed to work herself up.

"What?"

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