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[LYNDSAY SNOW GARCIA]

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There are few very things that Costello Wollf could ever be relied upon for. For example, he could never be relied on to attend classes – yet equally, you could never be safe in assuming that he would not appear. Costello liked to surprise. Liked to avoid being pinned down. Still, if there was one thing the Austrian peacock could be relied upon for (besides being a shameless bitch), it was bucking a trend. And so, if any student at Mayview knew about standing out, it was him. Tell Costello that denim jacket were in, and he'd wear white leather. Tell him that skinny jeans were the in look, and he'd wear skin tight sequinned leggings. And you the worst thing about Costello's shameless fashion sense? He absolutely made it work.

And so, when he stepped out of his dorm room that morning in white leather cut-off trousers, a bright floral women's blouse and bright yellow sunglasses half the size of his face, the young heir received stares from every direction – but the look on his face was one of quiet pleasure. The lightly lipsticked lips quirked up with a sense of superiority and joy: Costello absolutely knew that every pair of eyes on him – either male or female – both hated him, and desperately wanted him. His ego, like his style, was unapologetic. He lit up a cigarette, and coiling his curtain of hair up into a neat bun he blew smoke up into the wind.

Whilst the boy's upperclass upbringing had little influence on him, it still clung to his lithe figure: the poise and grace which came with every movement – and that effortless, regal elegance was perhaps his greatest asset. It let Costello Wollf get away with things that no other student could. The smoking in his room, the drinking of wine at lunch times, the provocative and confusing fashion sense... even his terrible attitude. They were all allowed to slide, because of that look of entitlement – and the boy's ability to play the charming lost prince to get what he wanted. Very few students had this sort of freedom (but then, very few students saw Mayview as so disposable as Costello did) – and so, it was unusual to see someone with Tello's shameless disregard for the rules.

But there, cigarette in hand, breasts on show and cat in tow, was Lindsay. Of course Costello knew the girl. They were in the same year, and they shared some classes – and even if that hadn't been the case, the young Austrian made a point of knowing every extravagant rebel the school managed to churn out. He liked Lindsay. That, in and of itself, was saying something: Costello very rarely liked anything willingly. And she was one of about four people in Hadley he liked enough to do what he was about to do. You see, Costello encouraged the misfits. He endorsed the rebel and the rule-breaker. But for one night only, the boy was about to try and tone-down rebellion: because losing Lindsay from the school would be tragic.

And so, striding over to the girl, Costello pulled up short, an eyebrow raised behind his shades. Atop his wedge heels (not known as 'the confuser' for nothing), the Austrian Peacock towered over the smaller girl, as in one smooth movement he pulled a distressed leather jacket from his bag and draped it over her slim shoulders. “Come on, Catnip,” he drawled, European accent clinging to his vowels, “Don't rebel your way right out of my life~”.

Crisis averted, the boy took another drag from his cigarette, surveyed the grounds, and glanced at Lindsay over his sunglasses. “Now, are we having coffee for breakfast, or wine?”

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[LYNDSAY SNOW GARCIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/cvtXXAr.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] cut your life into pieces.. outfit visual † song from the title lyndsay felt a slight shiver go over her body as costello approached - said shiver focusing particularly on the area between her legs. without really needing to, the girl leaned against the tree harder, but tried to look even more relaxed and uncaring than she did. for whatever reason, she felt the need to appear more rebellious than even she believed she was around the man. shut up, you're trying too hard. she snapped at herself silently, blinking rapidly as a light breeze brushed over her, pulling her hair to the right. costello arrived upon her, all tall and beautiful, with as much grace and elegance as he always possessed. he wore an eyebrow-raising outfit that lyndsay fell in love with the moment she saw it. she always favored costello's strangely provocative dress to that of others. as soon as he arrived to her, he slung a leather jacket from his back around his shoulders, as if reading her mind that she was a little chilly. and then, in a tone that rose goosebumps along the woman's spine, he croaked a greeting, addressing her by his nickname for her. come on, catnip, tello said as lyndsay sunk into the jacket, and the scent it carried. she took a final pull off of her cigarette, and threw the butt to the ground before flashing a devastating smile at her friend. hey you, the woman said, her voice husky and rather low for a female. she rose to her tip toes and wrapped her arms around costello's neck, holding them there before dropping back onto all of her feet, her right arm sliding from his neck, to his side, fingers claiming a permanent place on the small of his back. you'd never be able to tell, because lyndsay made sure all her moves toward costello were potrayed as purely sexual advances, but the girl did have a slight crush on him. she didn't tend to get close to people, mostly because she couldn't stand most people. but lyndsay definitely favored costello with an unusual intensity, and not just because she found his physical appearance completely alluring. she liked the way he always spoke his mind. he just didn't care, and it was sexy as hell. whilst lost in her thoughts, lyndsay caught only the final words of tello's question. ..coffee, or wine? her eyebrows raised with surprise, and she snapped her sunglasses-blocked gaze back to her partner. i'm sorry, what?

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Lyndsay was a problem to Costello. Not because she annoyed him, or rubbed him the wrong way, or anything of the sort – no, Lyndsay was absolutely perfect for him. She was hated, and didn't seem to care. She was unruffled by his bitchiness and superiority complex – but her ego was enough that she never let im push her around. There could be no doubt that the pair matched wonderfully. And Costello, master of contradiction, hated it. The amount of time he spent with Lyndsay, she was beginning to take him for granted. Beginning to act like she had some claim on him. Which was, obviously, unacceptable. And so, despite the fact that Lyndsay had an amazing body for a girl so young (to match her fiery personality), Costello tried to stay reliatively cold and detached around the younger woman. It would be terrible is she stopped feeling like sex with him was a blessing and priviledge.

Never-the-less, there could be no denying the fact that the slender Austrian leant lightly into the touch of her hands. It was common knowledge that the little peacock was something of a sex pest – and the small, smooth hands against him were something Costello would never grow tired of, and he angled himself to best take advantage of her touch. Taking a last heavy drag on his cigarette, the boy blew thin plumes of smoke past Lyndsay, before flicking the butt over his shoulder without a glance (he ignored the small shriek of pain and surprise as the smouldering end struck a freshman behind him). Sliding his huge bug-eyed shades down his finely angled nose, Costello peered over the rims at the girl – his moment of infatuation forgotten in the annoyance that she had not been listening to his words. He raised a fine eyebrow, rolling his eyes with smooth practice: “I'm assuming we'll need coffee. Because either you're tired or not listening, and it wouldn't be the later now, would it?” The pout on the rosebuds lips was only half threat.

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It's a rubbish reply, I know, and I'm sorry </3 I'll do better next time!! xxx

[LYNDSAY SNOW GARCIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/cvtXXAr.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] cut your life into pieces.. outfit visual † song from the title † that's fine, i understand you're tired. this reply is kind of shit, too, but i hope you can work with it(: a devious smile spread along lyndsay's mouth as she allowed her right hand to slip lower, her left coming to join it on costello's ass. the girl put her lips mere inches from the man's, having to tilt her head up to look at him. he was frustrated that she hadn't heard him, that much she could tell him his voice. she found the way he subtly commanded her to always listen to him with the final words of his phrase utterly alluring, although she was slightly irritated by being bossed around. lyndsay had always been bossed around - by her mother, her step mother, her father, teachers, bosses, everyone. she'd never been asked to do anything, she'd been commanded. nowadays when she was commanded to do anything from anyone, she responded to them with a simple, but hostile 'fuck you' and defied their wishes exactly. it was part of the reason the girl found herself so disliked among the student body, and faculty at mayview. other than a selective few, costello included, not many people could stand lyndsay, and she absolutely loved it. girls looked at her for what she was - a slutty girl from the ghetto that just barely made it to mayview on a lucky ticket her dad bought, and her step mother's desire to not be around her. while guys tended to look at her and see an easy target - for sex, for drugs. until, upon arrival, they realized that she wasn't giving anything away to some stuck-up prep that wouldn't ever talk to her again after she did give up said thing. lyndsay was always independent, and she loved being that way. maybe that's why costello scared her so much, and why she felt the need to be more rebellious around him, to keep his attention. she'd always been tossed aside after use, especially in the case of sex. lyndsay wasn't a cherry the first time she and tello went at it, in fact, she was very well experienced. but she always feared that he'd look at her, and loose interest. so she tried to appear stand-offish, and make it seem like she only wanted to be around him for sex. and in reality, it was true. but not because it was amazing, tear-your-fucking-hair-out sex, but because it kept happening, and every time the feelings she had for him grew stronger. regardless, lyndsay would never admit that to anyone, especially costello, although he was the closest thing she had to a good friend. right now, she was going to focus on his question, on keeping his attention in this moment, and not hoping to keep it in any other moments. and so, keeping her left hand firmly on the man's ass, lyndsay reached up, and pulled costello's glasses from him, desiring his face over the black lenses. at the same time, she took her's from her face, and let both drop to the ground. reuniting her left hand with her right, the woman slid her hands up slightly, and pulled the man closer to her, gripping tightly and possessively. coffee sounds great. or wine. or whatever you want, i don't give a shit. i just want to blow this pop stand, i'm fucking tired of mayview. take me anywhere but here. the words were spoken in the same tone as she usually spoke, but they were softer. she didn't command tello, as he did she, she requested of him, and silently hoped that was what he'd take it as.

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