Beatriz shrugs, walking over to her mirror and fixing her eyeliner. That would've been embarrassing. She finished, suddenly unsure of what to do, and sat on her bed. She definitely wasn't going to leave the room without Lure, so she just sat and waited patiently.
Draven sighs. He should go inside, but he doesn’t want to go to classes. There would be girls. And teachers. And people who beg for his attention. Great. But then he remembers Beatriz. Maybe she could take all the attention off of him.
He frowns. What was wrong with her? Did she not like crowds? He could see were she got that idea. The very thought of it made him annoyed. He didn’t like people, never had, and being the son of a famous woman wasn’t easy at all. But he would be famous all his life, something he was not happy about.
"Don't worry about today," Lurestral tells Beatriz, combing her hair into a ponytail. "Draven will probably take most of the attention with his charming, smartass self-" Lure blushes, realizing what she said. "I- don't normally curse- it's not- never mind." She shakes her head with a small grin, still too excited about school in Japan to be affected. Her backpack is already packed, and everything is ready. "Mm, we now venture to breakfast! Food!" She cheers.
Beatriz tilted her head, smiling teasingly. "Charming, hm?" She asks playfully as she follows Lure out the door.
(Charming? Don’t let him hear you say that XD)
Draven sees someone on the path and scowls. He should really eat. But he was hungry. Sighing, he starts to head back to the building. He finds the cafeteria easily and sits down in the corner. He is very relieved when he realizes that almost no one is in here and that nobody has noticed him… yet.
(I feel bad for the two girls. They have to choose between a shy guy(Ryuu) and a horribly written guy(Draven).)
(Lol how often do you change your profile name? Weren't you Elements of a Killer or something..?)
Lurestral swats the girl lightly as they approach the cafeteria. "You heard the girls screaming like a fan club," she shrugs. "How are you doing, by the way? Better than yesterday?"
Beatriz flushes slightly. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you," she says carefully, scanning the cafeteria. She spots Draven in a corner, and considers going over to sit with him. But then he'd probably think I was too eager or something…. She shook her head.
(Like a million times, because I listen to music. Which is never a good idea. But this is the last time, I promise lol)
Draven sits as small as he can when he sees a gaggle of girls make their way in. It’s no use, though. They spot him, and head straight for him, crowding his table and cuddling up against him. He inches away.
“Hello, Dray-Dray,” one of them coos, laying her head on his shoulder and blinking up at him with large eyes.
(Dray-Dray. I died.)
Concerned, Lure touches Beatriz's arm briefly, "Are you sure?" The necklace around her neck is ever present, sending rushes of approval every time she managed to do something right.
(bows Why thank you. It is my intention to make people die.)
Draven scoots away from her. “Should I know you?”
The girl laughs. “No. But that okay. You can simply call me ‘love.’”
He makes a face.
"Mhm," Beatriz says faintly, looking over to where Draven is being mobbed. She winces in understanding. "Okay listen," she whispers, "I don't know if this works the same way for the opposite gender, but it's worked for me before. We have to rescue Draven. Just… go pretend to be his girlfriend and make it clear that those chicks need to leave or else."
“No,” he says firmly.
She gives him puppy-dog eyes. “But why not? I could be your next girlfriend, and I’d totally be happy worth it.” She winked. “If you know what I mean.”
Lure gapes at her. "Me?" She gestures wildly to herself. "Draven's girlfriend? There has to be a better idea." She breathes furiously, "Plus, I can't stand those girls. What about… you?"
Beatriz nearly implodes. "Have you met me? I've met bumblebees more intimidating," she hisses.
(The way she freaked out… lmao)
Draven winces. “Absolutely not.”
The girl sticks out her bottom lip in a pout. He looks at her closer and realizes that she has a crap ton of makeup on. To impress him.
His stomach feels queezy, and he wants to leave, but he is surrounded by girls. On all sides.
I should have stayed outside.
"Do I look like I could be a bumblebee to you!?" Lure's almost fuming now, a little 5'3'' floof ball of rage. Indignantly she jabs a finger at Beatriz. "Absolutely not."
Beatriz growls, the frustration making her forget to be nervous. She marches over to Draven's table and, with a wide smile, says, "hey, could you girls maybe go somewhere else for a bit? I need to spend some alone time with my boyfriend."
Draven gives her a very tiny, relived, thankful smile.
The girl fumes. “His girlfriend? I think not! He was just telling me how beautiful I looked and how much he liked me.” Then, she realizes who she had spoken to and her eyes widen slightly.
Beatriz tilts her head. "You wouldn't mind very much if I asked you to leave, would you?" She asked innocently. "Just for a bit."
The girl nods very quickly, staring at her. She stands, looking awed and more than a little jealous, and leaves with her friends.
Draven gives a huge sigh of relief and rests his head on the table. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I almost got one of them, and I would get in trouble if that happened.”
Beatriz smiles briefly, then realizes what she's done, and almost throws up. She rests her head on the table. "No problem. I've had trouble with boys like that before."
“Girls might be worse,” he says, making a face. “They’re way clingier.” He laughs slightly. “But I wouldn’t know. I’m not a girl.”
"Boys are somewhat scarier," Beatriz says, sighing. "But I can see your point." She taps her fingers on the table anxiously. What if she saw those girls again? What if they thought she was competition?
Draven sits up. “I can’t thank you enough, though,” he says ruefully. “But they might come back. I’ll just have to warn you, if they’re the sociopath kind, which they most likely are, they’ll try to get back at you.”
"I know," Beatriz replies glumly. "It's alright, I've survived worse," she adds, not thinking about her words. She picks at a piece of string on her sweater.