Beachy Encounter -Christian-

[Lucia Ryleigh Thorne]

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Lucia sighed softly as she pulled at her shirt. She really shouldn’t have worn a shirt that was so… exposing of her back. She had scars on her back. People questioned them all the time. Of course Lucia’s response was ‘Fuck off and mind your business.’ She rested her head in her hand as Mr. Thomas continued to teach Math. Summer school was almost over for the summer. Lucia couldn’t wait until classes were over until September. Math had never been her strongest subject. She kind of loathed it to be honest. It was always a plus when one liked the teacher though. Mr. Thomas was a teacher Lucia wasn’t horribly afraid of. Since most of her teachers were male, she was wary of them. Lucia’s plans for after summer school ended today were to head to the beach. While she was someone who was prone to burning the slightest exposure of sunlight to her skin, she wanted to have some color. Even when she did burn, when the sunburn healed, it turned into a tan. She glanced up at the clock again. Five more minutes left before freedom for the weekend.

The minute the bell rang, Lucia was up and out of the room with a “have a good weekend Mr. Thomas” before wandering down the hall with a bounce in her step. For the first time in a ling while, Lucia was in a happy mood. She wasn’t feeling bitchy or in a temperamental mood. It was pretty damned rare for Lucia to be in a happy mood, that she wasn’t jumping at every sound, or snapping at the littlest of things. She had a small smile gracing her usual straight face. Lucia made it to her little apartment within fifteen minutes. She hummed softly as she fished out a bikini out of her drawers, along with a beachy skirt. She shimmied out of her clothing and slipped on the bikini and skirt, making sure the top was secure. Slipping on a pair of flip-flops and gathering a few things to put into her beach bag. Lucia slipped on a pair of sunglasses and went on her way.

It wasn’t often that people saw Lucia Thorne without a shirt. She was very self-conscious about her back. She had quite a lot of scars on her back. Scars lined her back, long and short. All from a either a belt of whip. She was very secretive about her past because of the severity of it. She wouldn’t have wished it on any single person, not even her worse enemy. She shook her head, clearing her mind. She couldn’t be thinking like this. She ignored the stares people shot at her and bounced towards the beach. The slight smile on her face was still plastered on. Humming softly, she knelt down and picked up her flip flops the minute her feet hit the hot sand. She had not even realized she passed by Mr. Thomas as she shielded her eyes from the sun. Lucia unconsciously shifted and flinched when someone bumped into her. Hearing a ‘sorry’ tossed over a shoulder, she just waved her hand, her motion saying that it was fine.

She found a spot, a little secluded area away from other people and settled down. Laying onto her stomach, she grabbed the psychology textbook she wanted to read. She liked psychology; it was something that interested her. While she already had her idea of what she wanted to do in life, Psychology would be her backup should the Nursing not work out. She slipped her sunglasses off and dropped them onto the sand. Cradling her head in one hand, she turned the page as she continued to read.
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[christian ERIK THOMAS]

Christian was enjoying his time in Florida. It was a world away from home, and maybe that was all he had needed. His family breathing down his neck hadn't exactly been his favourite thing, and whilst the sticky heat of Florida wasn't his idea of a good time, it felt nice to be actually alone. Alone. That was a concept and a state of being that he hadn't really considered in a while. Of course, he was, he just hadn't really thought about it. Alone. An interesting word. It had 'one' in it, which made it one of his preferred words – it explained, in its sound and its arrangement, just how solitary it could be. Alone. One person, by themselves. He had come to the conclusion, years ago, that he didn't like being alone. He much preferred company. Usually human, but he wasn't too fussy, as long as it wasn't the annoying constantly having to entertain kind of company.

Being stuck in a sweltering room (the air conditioning had conked out again) all day, teaching remedial mathematics to kids that should have been able to grasp the concepts the first time around wasn't his biggest idea of fun, but there was some sort of satisfaction in it every time a kid answered a question right. And when they deigned to even remember his name. After all, he was little more than a substitute teacher, and he'd only been there for two weeks. This was why, when one of the kids used his name, even though she was rushing out of the door, he looked up with a smile on his face. It faded, though, when he saw the marks through the open back of her top. None of your business. He reminded himself firmly, noticing the striations of the marks and their age anyway. Old enough that whatever had happened hopefully had passed. That didn't stop him dwelling, though, as he packed his briefcase with the work he had to grade.

As the sun pelted the back of his neck, Christian's immediate thought was to go somewhere where sun was acceptable - the beach. He couldn't be bothered going home to change into suitable beach gear, so he decided to play it confidently. He drove to the strip of sand on the eastern edge of town, and debated inside the air conditioned vehicle for a moment. Did he actually want to do this grading, or did he want to sunbathe? Sighing, and choosing the responsible option, Christian got out of the car, locked up, and stood by the edge of the sand for a moment. With his shaded green eyes, he looked over the sanded area, trying to find a secluded and shaded spot. There was hardly anywhere decent, and at first, he considered just going home. Then someone brushed his arm, and a familiar back came into view. Without even thinking, he stripped off his socks and shoes, tucked them under his arm, and followed her slowly.

Choosing a position where he could oversee her, feeling protective for no real reason that he'd admit, Christian settled down. He rolled his trousers up to his knees, and his sleeves up past his elbows, unbuttoning the front of his shirt and untucking it, revealing a pristine white tee beneath. Then, and only then, did he open his briefcase (pretentious, perhaps, but it was a graduation gift, and an expensive one) and pull out the sheaf of papers that he was to mark. And as luck (or fate, or coincidence) would have it, Lucia's was on the top. Glancing over at the young girl as he marked her paper, he frowned. Surely it couldn't be this difficult. Was she trying? Was she studying? Was she even paying attention in class? Should he go over there and ask her if she wanted extra tutoring? He did want everyone to pass his class, if only to soothe his perfectionist soul.


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word count: 657
tag: lucia thorne
outfit: clickers
notes: sorry D:
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