Lost? [P]

It was a strange feeling, actually going to class instead of skipping. Cassiel felt… satisfied? Smart? No, that couldn’t be, she never felt that way when it came to school. School was hell, she really did, in all honesty, hate it – the only good part about it was the socialization. At this place, though, socialization seemed hopeless. With all the freaks and the losers, there was no one here, except her darling Seth, who even seemed to be on her level.

As she walked down the hallway, the high heels of her pointed-toe, black leather boots clicked as they always did. She’d become accustomed to high heels over the years and, although she wasn’t immune to the pain, it took longer and she could deal with it quite well. Something odd caught her eye as she made a turn to return to her room and she backed up, her eyebrows knit. A boy in a wheelchair biting into an apple.

What the hell?

Cassiel felt violated just seeing him there. It was okay for her to go into the boy’s dorms, of course, but it certainly wasn’t okay for a boy to be here. That perv, was he blind or something, had he not seen the sign?! He needed to roll his ass out of this place now!

“Um, excuse me,” she began in a sharp tone, starting toward him, her brown curls bouncing with every step. It was at that point she realized something – he was actually kind of cute. At that point Cassiel blinked, merely looking at him, absolutely conflicted. Did she kick him out or be nice to him? Decisions, decisions.

“Are you lost? I don’t think this is where you belong.” She opted for both. Her voice had become warmer and a coy smile had slid its away across her lips, but she was still firm in what she said. A compromise if she did say so herself!

Cassiel rolled her eyes. It was sarcastic, though – she wasn’t genuinely annoyed with him. He was cute, even if he was confined to a wheelchair, which did detract from his overall points at least a little bit. “It seems you have been,” she agreed. “You gonna give me a reason or do I have to throw my shoe at you?” Not that she would. He had pretty eyes and if her heel poked one out she would feel horribly guilty.

Obliged? Cassiel was confused by the term, but shrugged it off for the time being. “Well I’d love to think the truth,” she said. “It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone. Unless you were going to do something that would get you into more trouble than being caught here would.” Her face darkened and she gave him a contemplative look.

She laughed sharply when he said he couldn’t feel his toes. “Or the rest of your legs, I assume,” she said. “What the hell happened to you?” It was a frank, cold question. She didn’t care.

Cassiel walked forward when he extended his hand and extended her own, her wrist limp and her hand hanging a few inches from his face. “You’re doing it wrong. You’re supposed to kiss my hand, I don’t shake hands. That’s so… manly.”