The Little Story of Veranica and Charles

Veranica gleefully leaped out of her bed and ran to the door, when she pranced out, she accidently bumped into charles. "Oh my gawsh!! I am ever so sorry my dear!! Please forgive me, poor boy!!!" She said, as she put her hand over her heart and her eyebrows come together towards the center of her face with a sincere sorry face.

Walking elegantly to some... place... Charles, started down the hallway in long strides. That is, until some girl crashed into him. Stumbling backwards, he gave a small gasp of surprise, trying to stop himself from falling. He managed to regain his balance by slapping a palm on the wall and steadying himself. He shook the shocked expression from his face. Though, being bumped into wasn't exactly the main reason he was upset. "What did you... just call me?" he breathed, blinking astoundedly. "Poor boy? Poor boy!?! I'll have you know I'm the richest person you will ever meet!!" Charles flattened his ruffled shirt and fixed his tie, glaring Veranica in the face. "If you think I'm letting this go, I shant! You are the mere wind beneath my wings, and I must say that you, peasant, are indeed the poor one here." Charles lifted his chin proudly, dug into his pocket and threw out a few dollars at her saying, "begone, you dishonorable chit!"

Veranica was merely offended.. Her head backed up and her eyebrows immediately changed to a sassy position. Bending one knee out, and keeping one straight, she put a arm under her boobs and one resting on her wrist, with the hand snapping. " Boy, i wasn't referring to your money. I hope you know money doesn't get you far without brains. Yeah, you need money for college, but you also need smarts. Which you obviously lack with such a mind that doesn't comprehend the fact i wasn't talking about you and your money. I bet you don't have much money, because you probably can't count higher than your shoe size. And looks, ooh boy, the looks. Money only gets you far, darling, and i must say!!! Hellokitty must've said goodbye when she saw you, you skunk!!!"

"Do you have any idea as to whom you're talking to!?" He spun around on a heel, facing away, excluding her from his sight. "You are speaking to Sir Charles III!!" He shook his head, giving a long sigh. "I'm perfect. I've gotten straight A's for years on end. And in fact, you shouldn't even be addressing me as "poor boy". It makes me feel as if I'm as low as you," he sighed, shuddering at the thought, and ignoring her comments. He paused. Was she saying he was trashy? And who was this "Hello Kitty" fellow? "Not so sharp yourself, commoner. But as a matter of fact, I believe I look rather dishy, mind you."

Veranica wasn't going to take his little Nick Trahan attitude. She grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him back and whispered in his ear, " Boy i may not have the money, but i hope you know I'm not an ordinary wimpy girl!!!," she said with a growling tone, " I have the muscles to break your pretty little straight noise, bruise your bad speaking lips, and sock your little perfect eye i hope you know. " And if he tried to let go, that'd be his decision, not hers. She was going to let him decide.

Charles let out a cry of surprise as she yanked him her way. He fell back, falling against her, trying to jerk away. "Un..hand me..!" he exclaimed. He didn't take her threat lightly. He bit his tongue and held back a few remarks. He frowned. "My regal face is not yours to ruin! I'd much rather put my face underneath a lawn mower than allow you to touch it!" He burst forward, yanking from her grip, rubbing his shoulder delicately.

Veranica grabbed him, and put her ever so muscular arm around his neck. She began to feel his face all around just to piss him off. "How you like that you pretty little skank!!"

Charles thrashed wildly as she clenched her arm around his neck. He began to wail in distress. "Get your filthy paws off me, you delinquent!" He was squealing, trying to struggle out of her grasp, but he was a weak and frail person. His hands were grappled onto her arm, trying to budge it off. "Guards!!! Gua-- Mmff!" Her hand was sliding along his face, as if smearing on some kind of invisible substance. "Let me go! Let me go! I'm not a little skank! Just let me go!! Your superiority demands it!"

She punched him square in the nose.

And that post was so brilliantly descriptive xD

Charles recoiled. The punch was extremely painful. He was about to fight back, but stopped, in fear of her harming him further. A small trickle of blood seeped from his nose. He sniffled, weakly continuing to remove her arm once more. Because actually, it wasn't okay. He, a royal Guardian, was not just going to sit here while some girl held him against his will.

He clenched his teeth, and tightened his grip on her arm. His fingers suddenly began to turn red, even glowing a little. Heat pulsed through his palm, and he slowly began to singe her skin.

She threw him on the ground and said, " Bitch idgaf what you think. Just because your full of money, doesn't mean you can fight for crap!! "

It was true. Charles wasn't an independent person. He usually had servants who would tend to his every whim. He wouldn't even feed himself. He was a spoiled brat. And now some girl bumped into him, challenged his superiority, and began to beat him to the ground.

What was he supposed to do? ;~; His hands obviously took too long to heat to burning temperatures or Veranica would have been screaming by now. ifyouknowwhatimeen /shot Charles used his sleeve to wipe the blood from his face. It was probably best to keep to the ground and not piss her off further. ....yarite. ;u; "This... This is preposterous!" he exclaimed, backing away; right into a wall. "You know that this is- ...against school rules! You've not broken one rule, no, but you have probably violated about more than half of the school rules!" He raised a blood-smeared arm up, shielding his face.

Veranica, with her history, took him into the room, expecting him to think he was going to get raped. But instead, she was going to tell him a few things in there before he ever left her sight.