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Alisha and Scott, Backdated to September 10th
Alisha runs into Scott for the first time since The Incident.
She hadn't been planning on barging in on Simon this time mostly because she wasn't sure whether Nathan was there or not, but she was going to head in that direction and probably sprawl on his bed and pretend that everything was normal, whatever that was. So of course that was the moment that she saw Scott walking out of a room and shutting the door behind him. At least, she decided in the moment before he saw her, he was walking out of his own room. Probably. Best not to wonder what he might have been doing in another boy's room. Damn the time she'd spent with Pietro that made her consider that an option.
She straightened, her chin lifted, and she resolved that she was going to walk right past him without acknowledging him and so she silently cursed her feet when they started slowing down on their own.
She pressed her lips together. Well, if she was going to stay here.. "Scott." The word was thrown out as a challenge.
He glanced up the book he'd been reading as he'd started down the hallway. Alisha, of course. Just his luck. And she sounded delightfully hostile, too. "Alisha Daniels."
"Has anyone told you that you're a prick?" She stared at him and her eyes briefly dropped down to his lips. Her eyes glinted with challenge when she lifted her eyes again as she told herself that she'd done it on purpose to set him on edge.
"All the time. But you're the first today." Scott snapped his book shut, and looked at her for a minute. His face was set - he could've been looking at anything, but for the slight jump of the muscles in his clenched jaw. He had no idea what the fuck to do with her. Not after last time. "Was there a particular aspect of my prickishness you wanted to see me about, or are you just in the mood to hurl insults at passers by?"
"Who said anything about wanting to see you at all?" she shot back. "You just happened to be in my way." God, she wanted to wipe that look off his face. She wanted to... She wanted to either slap him or kiss him. Well, fuck her life.
"Tell me something, Scott. Have you been wanking off to thoughts of me?"
He tried not to let his mild shock show. "Were you fucking dropped on your head recently or something? The fuck is wrong with you?"
"So that's a 'yes', then." Empty flirting was better than letting him know he had actually hurt her with the way he'd acted after they finally finished driving back to the school. It wasn't like he'd come looking for her, after.
Scott glared at her from behind ruby quartz. "So you're pissed at me, is what you're saying. Mind telling me why? Or would you rather waste both of our time?"
"I already wasted our time when I called you up the other night." If he was going to be hostile, she was going to dish it just as much back in his direction.
He was silent a moment, analyzing her. Trying to figure out what the fuck had crawled up her ass to die. "You're angry about the other night," he realized. Hurt maybe, too, though Scott felt a sinking feeling in his stomach when he thought about that too much. He shoved it away. "For what?"
After all, for once, he hadn't done anything wrong. He'd gone and gotten her. He'd brought her home. And yeah, he'd been pissed off while he'd done it, but she should've fucking warned him. Scott wouldn't go so far as to ever actually call it sexual assault, but it had kind of felt like it. He hated losing control. Hated it.
She'd taken away his ability to stop himself.
"That!" she almost yelled, pointing at him. "That fucking face you're giving me as if you just smelled a load of shit and there couldn't be anything more disgusting." She didn't understand it. Why wasn't she just walking past him? She could see Simon's door right there down the hall. All she'd have to do is keep walking and she'd be behind a closed door where the only judgement she'd have was a gentle chiding and should-do, not this overwhelming fuck-off-and-die she was getting from Scott.
She knew why she didn't go. She liked him. God help her.
"What?" He demanded. "I don't get to be annoyed you didn't ask?"
"And here I thought you got over being an arse when you pulled the car over and kissed me." Or had he conveniently forgotten about that?
The truth of the matter was that Scott was conflicted as fuck about what had happened. On both counts. But like hell if he was going to admit that. "I can think different things about both, you know."
"So you're going to ignore the second in favour of hating me for the first. Real nice." She started to walk past him, but stopped herself and turned back. "Unless it's that you think you want to do it again." She'd be willing, but only if he stopped being a complete jerk. She wouldn't expect miracles and want him to stop being any kind of jerk. Just a big one.
"I don't fucking..." Scott could hear himself getting louder and paused, forcing the anger and frustration deep into his chest where it slowly turned to ice. "I don't hate you. I can be pissed off about a bad choice you made without hating you."
She flinched at the words 'bad choice'. Well, fuck him. She'd been perfectly find with her choice - mostly - until he'd started acting like a prick. "You don't fucking?" The laugh had nothing that sounded like humour in it. "That's exactly your problem. The reason you think it's a 'bad choice.' i could have done a lot worse to you. I didn't."
"And I can kill someone with a look, but don't. That doesn't mean maiming someone is suddenly a great choice. What do you want me to say? That taking away someone's right to say 'no' is okay?"
"You wouldn't have had time to say 'no' even without the powers," she pointed out, sounding a bit sulky. "And if you hadn't noticed, the only time I touched you after that was when you wanted me to." She'd thought. If he'd been anyone else, she might have thought he was playing nice, but she didn't think Scott knew the meaning of the words.
"I learned my lesson. What's your excuse for coming back for more?"
"I'm a warped fucker." He told her dryly, crossing his arms over his chest. "In case you hadn't noticed."
There was a beat and then, "Next time, we'll have to try somewhere less inconvenient than a car. Or at least the front seat of a car." She wasn't saying the words 'I' and 'sorry' together, but it was in the way she looked at him. Not regretful exactly, but not quite Queen Bitch, either.
Scott felt something in his chest defrost. Just slightly. He cocked an eyebrow. "Next time?"
And then that confident look was back as if she'd never had a moment of softness and she smirked at him. "You did leave me hanging that night." She glanced down. "I can only imagine how I left you."
"Questions we will likely never have answered."
"Or questions which will be answered every time we see each other." She took a step closer. "Depending on things."
His eyes widened slightly behind his glasses, and he was thankful the lenses were opaque. "So I'm guessing you didn't visit that shrink?"
"The entire school is already mad. What good would a shrink do?" She knew why he was asking that, but she didn't think she was mad for being interested. "But I promise you that if I ever show interest in, say, Nathan, you can put on the straitjacket yourself. Deal?"
Scott looked at her steadily for a moment. "Okay. Deal."
"Want to make me more food?" she suggested for lack of a better segue into 'want to go back to your room'.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but that really hadn't been it. Scott had been planning on taking over one of the open classrooms again, to use the space to more thoroughly lay out a copy of what he'd been reading, strategy-wise. It wasn't exactly time-sensitive, though. "Uh, okay?"
She laughed. "Or you could just wait until the next time I get drunk. Only this time, come out with me before the end of the night."
"You've got to get those delusions looked into, if they're telling you shit like 'Scott goes out at night'."
"Like the delusion I had that 'Scott dances'? Because I'm pretty sure I proved that one true. I'd be happy to continue proving you wrong." Now she just had to figure out a way to get him dancing in public. Public at the school, at least, and not at some random club in town.
He shook his head. "The odds of a miracle, though infintessimally small, aren't exactly zero."
"So, then, the odds that you'll stop by at the Halloween party aren't exactly zero," she said, following through on his logic. "After all, you can be anyone other than you."
"'Not exactly zero' is not the same as 'likely'," Scott pointed out dryly. "But sure. The odds are not exactly zero."
"If I manage to get you to go, would you say yes to letting me design a costume for you?" And there was just a little bit of truth underneath the artifice that usually covered her face. And since she actually realized it, she flushed and sounded almost defensive when she continued. "I did the boys' costumes during the masquerade. And my own. Not that you saw."
Was she...flustered? He was kind of surprised. And had no idea what to say. What if Lydia....but it wasn't like she would answer his question, so maybe she wouldn't care.
Women were so fucking confusion. "Uh...maybe. I guess." He would not blush. He would not blush.
"Good." And oh, fuck, now things were awkward. What was worse, he probably thought she was embarrassed about asking him out or something when what she was really embarrassed about was asking him about the costume. That was a hell of a lot more personal than just asking him out.
They stood there in silence for a moment.
"So...kitchen. Right?"
"If you're going to make me more food...yes." Better that than discuss the alternative.
"I fear," Scott said dryly, "what else you are suggesting might happen in that room. That is where our food comes from, you know."
She laughed at that. "For once, and I don't say this lightly, your mind is dirtier than mine. I like it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." His voice was even, no hint of sarcasm or teasing. Even if Scott knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Of course not. Then I won't suggest thinking about using me as your plate." She turned and started walking back the way she'd come and just knew he was going to follow her like he had the last time he'd made her something to eat. This time, she was very sure of the way to the kitchen.
She hadn't been planning on barging in on Simon this time mostly because she wasn't sure whether Nathan was there or not, but she was going to head in that direction and probably sprawl on his bed and pretend that everything was normal, whatever that was. So of course that was the moment that she saw Scott walking out of a room and shutting the door behind him. At least, she decided in the moment before he saw her, he was walking out of his own room. Probably. Best not to wonder what he might have been doing in another boy's room. Damn the time she'd spent with Pietro that made her consider that an option.
She straightened, her chin lifted, and she resolved that she was going to walk right past him without acknowledging him and so she silently cursed her feet when they started slowing down on their own.
She pressed her lips together. Well, if she was going to stay here.. "Scott." The word was thrown out as a challenge.
He glanced up the book he'd been reading as he'd started down the hallway. Alisha, of course. Just his luck. And she sounded delightfully hostile, too. "Alisha Daniels."
"Has anyone told you that you're a prick?" She stared at him and her eyes briefly dropped down to his lips. Her eyes glinted with challenge when she lifted her eyes again as she told herself that she'd done it on purpose to set him on edge.
"All the time. But you're the first today." Scott snapped his book shut, and looked at her for a minute. His face was set - he could've been looking at anything, but for the slight jump of the muscles in his clenched jaw. He had no idea what the fuck to do with her. Not after last time. "Was there a particular aspect of my prickishness you wanted to see me about, or are you just in the mood to hurl insults at passers by?"
"Who said anything about wanting to see you at all?" she shot back. "You just happened to be in my way." God, she wanted to wipe that look off his face. She wanted to... She wanted to either slap him or kiss him. Well, fuck her life.
"Tell me something, Scott. Have you been wanking off to thoughts of me?"
He tried not to let his mild shock show. "Were you fucking dropped on your head recently or something? The fuck is wrong with you?"
"So that's a 'yes', then." Empty flirting was better than letting him know he had actually hurt her with the way he'd acted after they finally finished driving back to the school. It wasn't like he'd come looking for her, after.
Scott glared at her from behind ruby quartz. "So you're pissed at me, is what you're saying. Mind telling me why? Or would you rather waste both of our time?"
"I already wasted our time when I called you up the other night." If he was going to be hostile, she was going to dish it just as much back in his direction.
He was silent a moment, analyzing her. Trying to figure out what the fuck had crawled up her ass to die. "You're angry about the other night," he realized. Hurt maybe, too, though Scott felt a sinking feeling in his stomach when he thought about that too much. He shoved it away. "For what?"
After all, for once, he hadn't done anything wrong. He'd gone and gotten her. He'd brought her home. And yeah, he'd been pissed off while he'd done it, but she should've fucking warned him. Scott wouldn't go so far as to ever actually call it sexual assault, but it had kind of felt like it. He hated losing control. Hated it.
She'd taken away his ability to stop himself.
"That!" she almost yelled, pointing at him. "That fucking face you're giving me as if you just smelled a load of shit and there couldn't be anything more disgusting." She didn't understand it. Why wasn't she just walking past him? She could see Simon's door right there down the hall. All she'd have to do is keep walking and she'd be behind a closed door where the only judgement she'd have was a gentle chiding and should-do, not this overwhelming fuck-off-and-die she was getting from Scott.
She knew why she didn't go. She liked him. God help her.
"What?" He demanded. "I don't get to be annoyed you didn't ask?"
"And here I thought you got over being an arse when you pulled the car over and kissed me." Or had he conveniently forgotten about that?
The truth of the matter was that Scott was conflicted as fuck about what had happened. On both counts. But like hell if he was going to admit that. "I can think different things about both, you know."
"So you're going to ignore the second in favour of hating me for the first. Real nice." She started to walk past him, but stopped herself and turned back. "Unless it's that you think you want to do it again." She'd be willing, but only if he stopped being a complete jerk. She wouldn't expect miracles and want him to stop being any kind of jerk. Just a big one.
"I don't fucking..." Scott could hear himself getting louder and paused, forcing the anger and frustration deep into his chest where it slowly turned to ice. "I don't hate you. I can be pissed off about a bad choice you made without hating you."
She flinched at the words 'bad choice'. Well, fuck him. She'd been perfectly find with her choice - mostly - until he'd started acting like a prick. "You don't fucking?" The laugh had nothing that sounded like humour in it. "That's exactly your problem. The reason you think it's a 'bad choice.' i could have done a lot worse to you. I didn't."
"And I can kill someone with a look, but don't. That doesn't mean maiming someone is suddenly a great choice. What do you want me to say? That taking away someone's right to say 'no' is okay?"
"You wouldn't have had time to say 'no' even without the powers," she pointed out, sounding a bit sulky. "And if you hadn't noticed, the only time I touched you after that was when you wanted me to." She'd thought. If he'd been anyone else, she might have thought he was playing nice, but she didn't think Scott knew the meaning of the words.
"I learned my lesson. What's your excuse for coming back for more?"
"I'm a warped fucker." He told her dryly, crossing his arms over his chest. "In case you hadn't noticed."
There was a beat and then, "Next time, we'll have to try somewhere less inconvenient than a car. Or at least the front seat of a car." She wasn't saying the words 'I' and 'sorry' together, but it was in the way she looked at him. Not regretful exactly, but not quite Queen Bitch, either.
Scott felt something in his chest defrost. Just slightly. He cocked an eyebrow. "Next time?"
And then that confident look was back as if she'd never had a moment of softness and she smirked at him. "You did leave me hanging that night." She glanced down. "I can only imagine how I left you."
"Questions we will likely never have answered."
"Or questions which will be answered every time we see each other." She took a step closer. "Depending on things."
His eyes widened slightly behind his glasses, and he was thankful the lenses were opaque. "So I'm guessing you didn't visit that shrink?"
"The entire school is already mad. What good would a shrink do?" She knew why he was asking that, but she didn't think she was mad for being interested. "But I promise you that if I ever show interest in, say, Nathan, you can put on the straitjacket yourself. Deal?"
Scott looked at her steadily for a moment. "Okay. Deal."
"Want to make me more food?" she suggested for lack of a better segue into 'want to go back to your room'.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but that really hadn't been it. Scott had been planning on taking over one of the open classrooms again, to use the space to more thoroughly lay out a copy of what he'd been reading, strategy-wise. It wasn't exactly time-sensitive, though. "Uh, okay?"
She laughed. "Or you could just wait until the next time I get drunk. Only this time, come out with me before the end of the night."
"You've got to get those delusions looked into, if they're telling you shit like 'Scott goes out at night'."
"Like the delusion I had that 'Scott dances'? Because I'm pretty sure I proved that one true. I'd be happy to continue proving you wrong." Now she just had to figure out a way to get him dancing in public. Public at the school, at least, and not at some random club in town.
He shook his head. "The odds of a miracle, though infintessimally small, aren't exactly zero."
"So, then, the odds that you'll stop by at the Halloween party aren't exactly zero," she said, following through on his logic. "After all, you can be anyone other than you."
"'Not exactly zero' is not the same as 'likely'," Scott pointed out dryly. "But sure. The odds are not exactly zero."
"If I manage to get you to go, would you say yes to letting me design a costume for you?" And there was just a little bit of truth underneath the artifice that usually covered her face. And since she actually realized it, she flushed and sounded almost defensive when she continued. "I did the boys' costumes during the masquerade. And my own. Not that you saw."
Was she...flustered? He was kind of surprised. And had no idea what to say. What if Lydia....but it wasn't like she would answer his question, so maybe she wouldn't care.
Women were so fucking confusion. "Uh...maybe. I guess." He would not blush. He would not blush.
"Good." And oh, fuck, now things were awkward. What was worse, he probably thought she was embarrassed about asking him out or something when what she was really embarrassed about was asking him about the costume. That was a hell of a lot more personal than just asking him out.
They stood there in silence for a moment.
"So...kitchen. Right?"
"If you're going to make me more food...yes." Better that than discuss the alternative.
"I fear," Scott said dryly, "what else you are suggesting might happen in that room. That is where our food comes from, you know."
She laughed at that. "For once, and I don't say this lightly, your mind is dirtier than mine. I like it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." His voice was even, no hint of sarcasm or teasing. Even if Scott knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Of course not. Then I won't suggest thinking about using me as your plate." She turned and started walking back the way she'd come and just knew he was going to follow her like he had the last time he'd made her something to eat. This time, she was very sure of the way to the kitchen.