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She stood at her locker contemplating what she should do,
it was seventh period, her study hall, and as of now her tutoring session with one Matt Shadows. He
was standing at his locker, fortunately alone, it seemed that now would be the time to approach him
It wasn't that she was scared, because she wasn't, she just wasn't sure how he was going to react,
if he would be flippant and cruel or quiet and calculating, if he would stare at her so intensely
yet again. She wasn't a shy girl, on the contrary she was rather obnoxious and loud, she spoke her
mind and wasn't afraid to tell people off when need be; hence Michael Wendt in class earlier that
But this was different, this was Matt Sanders, more commonly known as M. Shadows. He was tall and
large, with broading shoulders that tappered down to a thin waist and long legs that always seemed
to be clad in black jeans and a grungy band t-shirt. And when he wasn't in school those
world-blocking aviators were always over his eyes, making him look much more menacing then he
already did, but he did have nice eyes...
Stop it. She mentally scolded herself, she couldn't think of him that way, he was a kid from
the wrong side of dangerous and besides he had a girlfriend. She stopped her internal rambling and
just said, "Fuck it." before walking down the hall to where his locker was.
"Hey," He looked up from his locker to gaze at her, "Sanders right?"
He nodded his head and turned to face her fully, "Yeah."
"Evie Addams, you, ah, rescued my notebook from Wendt earlier today."
He chuckled lightly, something that seemed to fascinate her, and if anyone else had been around she
was sure them too. "I know who you are Addams."
Even though a smile was placed on his lips everything about him still seemed so sinister, she
vaguely wondered if that was just his presence or if he tried to make it that way. Either way, he
stood looming over her, and she was tall for a girl, his arms crossed over his chest. It made her
feel insecure with the way his gaze drank her in, penetrating, that's what it was. She concluded
that his gaze was penetrating, intensely so. She wondered if he knew that about himself, if he took
pride in making self-confident people squirm under his stare, in his presence.
"So, your my history tuto - "
She was cut off by his large hand waving in front of her face frantically, "No, no, no, shhh!" she
looked at him odd, a brow raised. "Don't talk shit like that when other people might hear you."
She shook her head, "Oh, okay." she couldn't help her sarcasm, even if he was M. Shadows, he was
just going to have to get used to it.
He narrowed his eyes at her slightly, she coudn't be sure if he was really angry at her attitude or
if he just did it to look menacing and hope that would make her fall back in line. She wasn't going
to pretend like she understood him in the least bit, but she was starting to see why people were so
afraid of him and she was starting to see why they shouldn't be.
That was literally all he said before taking off in front of her, she upped her pace to keep time
with him, but his legs were longer than hers, somehow, so his strides were much more powerful.
Honestly, she was struggling to keep up with him.
He glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye, she was deffinately interesting, he'd give her
that. She didn't seem to be afraid of him, which he wasn't sure was a good thing or not, he had
built his reputation on being rude and frightening.
She was tall for a girl, with long legs that he couldn't help but stare at, and wide eyes. They were
pale green, not that he'd actually noticed or anything. Her hair was some golden-honey color, it
reminded him of perfectly cooked toast, as odd as it sounded. He liked to compare things food, big
deal. She was pale, not uncommonly so for a normal person, but it was pretty uncommon to be that
pale in California. She dressed differently from the girls he knew and the girls that roamed around
the beach, with her dark skinny jeans and plain wife beaters.
He was intrigued by her, she wasn't part of any specific group, she co-mingled with everyone. She
had an attitude, a flare that he didn't see in most people that attended their school, let alone the
girls. He couldn't stop staring at the little splatter of teal paint that had some how landed on her
cheekbone and on some of the strands of her hair; she was a painter, he had almost forgotten. Yeah,
he knew who she was, she wasn't uncommonly popular or anything, but people knew who she was, it was
hard not to with all her artwork hanging in the halls.
They made it to the Library in once piece, Matt in front of her stalking, almost angrily, towards
the back of the room where the some of the more secluded tables were located, she wasn't sure why
they had to sit all the way back in the Shantytown of the Library but she decided not to question
it. He dropped himself down into one of the chairs and placed a notebook down on the table beside
him, she sat down across from him on the other side of the table, putting her bag next to her and
stared him down, waiting for him to make the next move.
"Look, here's how it's gonna go, I'm Sanders, you're Addams. I'm good at History, you're not. I'm
not gonna tell anyone about this and neither are you, got it?"
She cocked her head to the side and raised a brow at his hostility, "And, why am I not going to tell
"Because you like your life the way it is." He practically growled it out, intimidation at its
She sighed, "Look, "Shadows", as sexy as it is, this whole intimidation bit isn't really my style,
so until you give me a legitimate reason on why I can't tell anyone that you're my History tutor, I
don't see any reason why not to."
She watched how his jaw clenched, how his head tipped down just slightly so it made his eyes
promident and feirce, she knew she was messing with a bull and that eventually she would get the
horns, but right now, she didn't really care. She had never been very smart when it came to that
sort of thing, you know, not getting yourself into trouble - or once you were actually in it,
getting out of it - she was stuck in her ways. She wasn't going to let this tyrant of a teenage boy
stomp all over her because he felt like it, no matter how hot he was, she wasn't like the other kids
and he was just going to have to get over it.
He was still staring her down, his strong jaw still tightened. She was infuriating, he hadn't been
alone in her presence for more than ten minutes and he was already ready to strangle her, he
realized it wasn't the way she crossed her arms over her chest in defience, or the raised brow in
his direction. No, it was the fact that she wasn't afraid of him, that she wouldn't fall in line
when she was supposed to, he wasn't used to it and it irked him.
"Because I have a repuation to up hold - "
"Yeah, at being a jackass." She shrugged her shoulders at his slacked jaw, that's right, she said
it; said what everyone else thought but no one would utter. "So what if people find out that your
good at History, its not like it'll hurt your reputation as an asshole. If anything it'll make
people like you more."
He really was speechless when it came to one Evie Addams, she basically just called him and his
friends out with little to no fear, and if she was scared of him she did a spectacular job at hiding
it. He sat back in his chair, his mouth now closed, his green eyes now narrowed, when he came to a
conclusion, he liked her. He'd have to keep an eye out for her, but he liked her. She might even fit
in with his friends, with her attitude he figured she was pretty capable of handling herself
"Okay." He tried a different approach, a...gentler one, although his jaw still clenched and his eyes
still narrowed. "I can see your not afraid of me."
"So, I'm asking you not to tell anyone."
She caught his gaze, which he had toned down from a penetrating stare to a mere intense brooding
look. She kept his stare for a couple of moment before she let some form of a smirk-smile fall on
her lips and nodded, "Okay."
He nodded, "Good, now that, that bullshit is out of the way," he seemed just slightly more at ease,
a little more professional, but no less grouchy. "I'll be your tutor this semester, and if your
still not comprehending the material, then next semester as well."
"Let me tell you straight up, your in for one hell of a ride, I'm pretty much a lost cause when it
comes to this."
He let a smirk fall onto his lips, well, at least she was being honest. He had a feeling that there
wouldn't be a problem when honesty came to her, she seemed perfectly fine with telling it like it is
and he secretly respected that. He slid the notebook he had brought in front of him, opening it up
to the right page before spinning it around to face her.
"I made an outline of what we're going to be covering in class, I figured it would probably help to
know ahead of time what I'm suppose to be helping to teach you."
She pulled the notebook in front of her, reading it, or attempting to decipher is erratic scrawl
would be a better explanation. It was true, he had made an outline of what they were doing in class,
which surprised her more than a little because for some reason she had assumed he was incapable of
something like this. But, it seemed that M. Shadows was full of surprises, honestly she was a little
afraid of what he would surprise her with next, but she knew that she was just being silly.
"Interesting. Now, if only I could decode your hieroglyphic hand writing, we could get started."
He wasn't used to being teased, playful banter wasn't really his thing, which is why when she said
this he immediately took offense, a sneer coming to his face. But then he saw the smile on her lips,
and when she looked up from his notebook, the playfulness in her ocean colored depths. She furrowed
her brows at the sneer that was slowly vanishing off his face, but apparently not quickly enough
because she had seen it.
"Jeez Shadows, take a joke much?"
All he did was raise a brow at her, no he wasn't used to taking jokes, from anyone. And he didn't
know why it was bothering him, but hearing her call him 'Shadows' irked him, for some unknown reason
he had expected her to call him Sanders again, maybe even his first name, which no one called him.
Mainly because he didn't let anyone call him by his first name, except his Mother, little sister,
sometimes his close friends, and he supposed Val. That was it. And now apparently he wanted snarky,
quirky, Evie Addams to call him by his first name as well. Just the though of his name coming from
her pretty lips...he wondered how it would sound...but he wondered even more how it would sound in
the form of a strangled moan...
"Not really. No."
She smirked a little at him, "Well, if you're going to be spending time with me then you better get
used to it. I tend to get inquisitive and overly sarcastic when I'm nervous."
He couldn't help the small smile/smirk that tugged on his lips at her confession. "You're
She narrowed her eyes, "You have suck-ish hand writing."
He let the wide smile slip onto his face, a small chuckle spilling forth from his chest. He could
get used to her snarky quips and fake scowls, it surprised him, how easy it was to fall into a
conversation with her was. He wondered if it would always be like that, if they would be able to
talk about anything and it would never get awkward or boring. He knew that he was getting ahead of
himself, that they hadn't even started to work on what he was there to do, and he was already
getting distracted. Typical.
"Although that may be true, it has nothing to do with us and history."
"Nice subject change."
He shrugged one broad shoulder, that panty-dropping smirk still in effect. "I try."
She looked from his lips to his eyes, trying not to make it all that obvious. Would it be considered
rude to maul him without permission? Yeah, she thought so. This might just be a little bit harder
than originally expected.
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