{WHAT WERE} the chances

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Words: 1153    Tags: Lover Boy    Notes: HIV ... yea thats sexy >.>

She walked across the campus only paying half attention to what she was doing, texting while walking was her only focus for the moment. She was doing her best to not toss her phone into the street, the person she was dealing with was about to drive her up a walk. Sure she loved her friends, but when they cause drama for themselves and their friends it just made Naomi not even want to deal with them. She stopped in front of the entrance of the building of the food court, she needed to get a book back from a friend and hit the ATM real quick. She glared at the screen of her phone and sighed, should she turn it off or explain just how much she really did not care. Taking a deep breath she texted a quick 'got things to do, I'll talk to you later.' then with that she switched the phone to vibrate and pushed pass the heavy doors. Naomi had to count her blessings today, not a single line at the ATM, this was good goods. The last time she came over her the line was so long she had missed her bus and it almost made her late to work, then again that was what she got for hitting the ATM that day after studying.

After pulling out two twenties she hid them in her handbag and continued on into the food court. The friend she was looking for was pretty easy to find with his bright blue mohawk, and the fact that he was standing on one of the tables. "Shark, how about you get off that table and say hello." The guy laughed and hopped down to greet Naomi with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Hey girl, what brings you over here?" Naomi glared at him and crossed her hands over her chest, he didn't forget did he? Naomi was sure he did once she realized that the guy's stupid look on his face was telling the truth. "Remember those notes you borrowed for your sister?" That was all she needed to say to knock some sense into her friend. Which was followed by a few laughs from the group that the mohawk kid was hanging with. One of the other guys, who was sitting with his chair facing the wrong way, directed a comment at Naomi. "You should know by now not to trust this guy to remember anything."

"Yea, like how you can't remember that you already dropped out and don't have to come to school anymore?" To some that might have looked like a low blow, but the two had always been the type to mess with each other this way. All Naomi received was a quick 'yea yea' before his blue haired friend spoke up in his defense. "I'm really sorry Nao, can I get it to you later? I can go get it right when she gets out of class in forty minutes." Naomi patted the guy on the shoulder, she just couldn't stay mad at him, it was true he was a pretty stupid guy. "Sure, I will be at the library studying, just bring it by when you get it." The guy nodded and Naomi waved to the rest of the group, now without her notes she would have to just study the whole chapter all over again. "I'll see you guys later." was followed by "Bye Naomi." from the group.

Off to the library she went, luckily the walk was not too bad, for being such a large campus places were not horrible to find or walk to. Though there were a few classes every now and then that she had to get friends to give her a ride to. Once inside the library she moved to the resource area and found the book she was using in one of her classes. Book in hand she scouted around for a place to sit, and then she spotted a familiar sight of blonde hair. With a smile on her face she snuck over to fine that he was sleeping. Was studying really that boring for him? Then again she really had no clue to what he was studying. So her curiosity kicking in she leaned over to take a look at his textbook. Oh wow, that was pretty boring, she was now pleased with what she had to study.

She took a seat across him and waited a second to see if he would make a move, how deep asleep was he? She opened her book and picked a place to start reading, wanted to see if she could grab his attention. "The human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) binds to CD4 molecules on T cells, invading and infecting these cells. Other T cells destroy these infected cells, reducing their numbers. This makes the person susceptible to bacterial and viral infections, as well as certain cancers. Without modern drug treatment to support the body's immune system, many patients die of advanced stage HIV (or AIDS), due to the body's inability to fight infection." She paused for a second and waited, was he really asleep or faking it, she wasn't sure but she wanted to find out. She took the large textbook and used one corner to poke him with. "If you are really that tired maybe its time to go home?" She did not want to sound like a worried mom or girlfriend, but if he was tired or extremely bored she would count that as time for him to take a break, or at least a nap back home.

She sat the book back in front of her when back to that page she had been reading from. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, but there was no way in hell that she was going to check it. She knew damn well who it was, and she just lost the will to care. Naomi watched Ryeson as he reacted to being woken up. "No worries, your in a library, not a class room. Well last I checked, is everything ok? Big test coming up or something?" Ugh, there she goes acting all worried about him again, Naomi was sure she looked more motherly to him them she would have liked. Still, she really couldn't help it, she felt calm around him. No need to flaunt her 'sexyness' or beak him away with a stick. He was a nice guys, probably a bit of a high class boy, due to the company he kept at the club. Other then that Naomi wanted to kick herself for thinking of him as good boyfriend material. Boy would some of her friends have a field day about her thoughts. To be fair it would be a nice improvement, wasn't her last boyfriend in jail now? Oh yea, attempted robbery with a weapon could do that to you.

 

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Words: 617    Tags: Lover Boy    Notes: Naomi pick, small words or big words.

She sat more relaxed, leaning forward as he spoke. She wasn't trying, but due to the clothes she was wearing, her cleavage made a clear statement of 'hello handsome, nice to meet you.' Her outfit at least screamed Naomi. Her shirt had the nice ruffle affect that drew the eyes downwards to her shirt. Probably too short to be running around campus in, she some how survived. Her bare shoulders were hidden by the nice light dark grey jacket she wore today. Her heels were hidden by the table, but they were black in color and the heel itself looked quiet deadly. On top of her head was a pair of sunglasses that cost more then her jacket and handbag combined. Speaking of the ever evil handbag, she had the black one today, her favorite one in fact. She liked it since most of the time it did well to go with any outfit.

"Oh trust me I know the feeling, I just had a lovely 'surprise' test in class today. Went wonderfully with the extra shift I pulled yesterday to cover for a sick bartender." Her eye brow raised as he went through the effort of picking up his book so she could her a look at it. 'Well I know he's a rich boy and all, but what is with the classes? Is he going to take over Apple or something?' She shook her head from side to side and she leaned back in her chair. She was good at studying and all, but Naomi doubt that even she could pass such a class with am A, maybe a B. "I don't envy you, but whenever you need a change of pace you can always write my notes." She flipped the page of her book over once to where a whole page was covered in sticky notes. She spun the book upsidedown on the table and pushed it slightly towards him. She pulled out a pen from her handbag and pointed at one of the sticky notes.

"Common scavengers include n-propyl gallate, p-phenylenediamine and DABCO (1,4-diazobicyclo-(2,2,2)-octane). Live systems have been reported to reduced photobleaching in the presence of vitamin C or Trolox." She tapped the sticky note, then the spoke where it came from the book. "Got it? I'll write your notes now." She made a motion of grabby hands for his book. She was kidding of course, but a break from all this learning would be nice. After all she had already spent enough studying that morning with a quick study group, she was only in the library now because she was waiting from someone. 'Not that Shark is really going to show up on time. I'll give him twenty more minutes.' She glanced at her watch, she wouldn't mind sticking around longer if Ryeson stuck around to give her some company.

"Pretty much all those words say, these things can keep a sample from photobleaching under a laser microscope. As I like to say, can I just do it and forget about the whole reading about it part. I tell you hands on is always the more exciting way to lean something, don't you agree?" She recrossed her legs under the table ad leaned on her elbow, seemed to be interested in whatever his answer might be. She felt playful, and Ryeson would be the toy for the day. A sweet smile played on her face, oh yes he would be a wonderful distraction from studying. 'Good looking, I'd skip studying any day to just look at him.' A smile played on her lips, if only he knew what was going on in her mind, a dangerous place for men to be sure.

 

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Words: 649    Tags: Lover Boy    Notes: BLUE!!!!

She laughed, at least Ryeson knew how to joke around. She was used to those rich brats at the club that were so stuck up a joke was beyond them. Rye was like a bit of fresh air for her, the closest to normal she was allowed to know. After all her close friends were no where near normal, and the guys she knew at the club, well, they did have their moments. She flipped her book closed and pushed it to the side, studying was not on her to-do list for the time being. She caught his hesitation to answer. Oh did she really do that? Naomi was sure that her flirting was going to get her in a whole lot of trouble one day. She honestly could not help herself, it was just a part of what made her who she was. If anything it was good that she showed all her colors rather early, less surprise later. 'Not that there would be a later, he probably already thinks that I am some gold digging tramp.' If only she knew, sadly Naomi could understand why he might think that.

After all, the guy did meet her while she was working in a strip club, taking off her clothes for some cash. With the way her luck was going she just could not wait to hear that what rumors he might spread about her around the club. Guys, most of them liked to spread around that they "tamed the wild beast" aka Naomi. Even if it was a lie, many men at the club like to think that a stripper was the same as a hooker. Now Naomi had no problem with how someone made their money, but she did not like lies that involved her. Still she was not sure if Ryeson was really that type of guy, at least not yet. At least what seemed like only a few seconds he answered her, taking the bait. Oh well even if she looked like a gold digger, at least she could have some fun with him for a little.

"Oh but of course." She leaned in and smiled. "I bet I can keep your attention a lot longer the those books of yours, and you would learn a lot more as well." She leaned back on her chair and laughed, oh yea he was a keeper for sure. "Some people are just like that, to be honest if I had to pick between studying or a night out, I would have a hard time picking." It was true, for as much of a party girl as she was, she knew that her grades needed a lot of attention and studying from her. Naomi was not an A student from partying every night. She went to school, studied, worked, slept and did it over and over.

Just then, as she was relaxing and enjoying Ryeson's company a certain blue headed punk came over. "Naomi, I got the the book from my sister." He dropped Naomi's note book on the table and and looked at Ryeson, he sized the guy up before nodding. "Hey man, Shark, treating my girl Naomi good?" Naomi grabbed her notebook and stood up from her chair, before her friend could even flinch the book made contact with the back of his head. "Your girl? You wished." The young man rubbed the back of his head and laughed. "Yea I forgot you like being single and alone." Naomi crossed her arms and pouted. "I don't like being single, I just am, deal with it." Sharp shook his head, his blue Mohawk still from all the hair spray that was used on it. "whatever, see you around guy." Shark ran off before Naomi could hit him a second time. Always with the great timing. She sat back down and gave an awkward smile, "Sorry about that."

 

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Words: 354    Tags: Lover Boy    Notes: CATCH HER RYE!!

She agreed with him, when it came between school work or sleep, she had always felt like sleep would do a lot more good. Sadly Naomi knew better, she needed her grades, which meant sleep was always kept on the back burner when debated between school or work. Still she couldn't help but entertain the thought of playing hooky and spending a night entertaining Ryeson. 'Wait a minute, whoa girl calm down the sex drive ok?' She had to keep from smirking, the last thing she needed was Rye to ask her what she was thinking about. Luckily the interference from her friend was enough to move the topic into a different direction. Sadly for Naomi this direction was no better then the last, was the world just out to get her today?

She shook her head, she was honestly feeling bad for letting Shark trouble Ryeson in such a way. "Like I said, sorry about that, he's a sweet kid a smart one too." She couldn't help but laugh a little when she thought about the past she shared with the guy.

"Funny enough I tend to feel like a proud mother when around him. Only seventeen and he's got the grades and smarts to be here. I feel like I've been the one raising him for the past.." She took a moment to count.

Oh four years, boy that makes me feel old. Look as me going, I'll share the story with you one day, but not does not seem like the best place to relive the past. She grabbed her books and stuffed them into her bag. She got what she was waiting for and it was about time she head home, the trip was bad enough but she still needed to get something to eat and then get her ass to work. She still had time, but the buses here were not to be trusted with their timing.

"Well, I'll just leave you to your studying, it is about time I head home. It was a please Ryeson." She gave him an award winning smile and then turned to leave.

 

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Words: 000    Tags: Lover Boy    Notes: awkward is as awkward does.

A good ten or so steps later Naomi had this feeling that she should stop, turn around and ask him out to coffee. Yet there was another part of her yelling that there was no way he would want to be seen in public with her. Naomi got this feeling a lot, even though her work was not public knowledge. The only people that knew about her work either was a friend, visited 4play, or worked there. It probably did not help that her nickname there was Hot Mama, really? The guys couldn't think of something better? Though she guessed that the name was a lot better then Naughty Nurse Nancy, or Big Papa Pablo, yea no. Maybe Hot Mama was not so bad after all. Before she could turn around and say something Ryeson was already calling for her attention. She paused in step and turned on her heel. She crossed her arms in a very relaxed way. Her face betraying how curious she was in his actions.

'Is he asking me out? or looking for a lap dance?' Naomi couldn't help but question his question as that awkward pause sank in. She couldn't say anything, not sure if she should reject him or listen more. Luckily she did stay quiet and allowed him to finish. She couldn't help bet giggle near the end, he really did sound like a high schooler. Well at least he did get the the point and Naomi was left with debating on what kind of answer to give him, but first.

"Well I would hope not, after all clumsy is only cute the first time." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pen, she was surely going to kick herself later for this. She walked back over and leaned over, grabbing one of his hands. Then, using an old high school move she wrote her cell number on his hand.

"I have work on Saturday night, but free all day and night on Sunday, school Monday but no work. Tuesday I have only a quick test in class then I am free for the rest of the day and no work. After that I am pretty busy with school and work, so for those days we would only be able to fit something between school and work." She smiled and and took her leave before she did anything stupid, but not with out saying a quick 'call me.' Would he really call her? She hoped so, after all he was the one that asked her out, that meant that the line of rejection was in her control.

She rounded the corner of a shelf of books and paused, behind the shelf she could see a puff of blue hair. Was he really spying on them? What a child, Naomi looped around the bookshelf and grabbed her younger friend by the shirt, dragging him out of the library and into the parking lot. She smacked him on the back of the head and headed towards the youngman's car. "Looks like I found my ride home today."

"Nao it's not what it looks like I was just.. looking for a book and didn't hear anything about a dat-" He tried to stop himself but was too late. Naomi pointed to his car, yep he was not getting away from her now. "You were spying, enough said, you can drive me home and to work today. Oh and if you tell anyone I'll make sure your sister knows about that test you skipped that I had to beg Mr. Bularra to let you retake." With the threat in place Naomi got in the car, her cell phone in her hand, as if she might get a phone call at any time.