walks_two_paths | Room 217, After Workshops

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Room 217, After Workshops

Savannah... had the beginnings of a plan that was forming in her mind.

It was a very good idea... well, as far as the students were concerned. The Princilady with sticks in her orifices may not like it.

She was making notes and from time to time, she picked up her phone to place calls.

The latest announcement from Umbridge had made Savannah realize thatit was time for her to engage in her own special form of revenge and aggressive tactics.

This, was a dangerous thing.

The door was open and her new stero was playing...

Twisted Sister.

This did not bode well.

[[OOC: Post is open to temporary roomie, those she called, and anyone else who might want to drop in on Savannah. That people came to see her and they talked, fine for broadcast. What Savannah plans to to do, so very much NFB please.]]

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Savannah sighed. "Maybe that's true, but I can be upset when people tell other people that I'm sleeping around and that I am going to purposefully hurt you -- which I would never do. If Phoebe thought I was sleeping around, she should have talked to me, first, not talked to Summer about it or listened to the squirrels." She looked at him. "Werewolves are easier to deal with than high school I think," she gave him a faint smile.

"I'm going to talk to my aunt," Chris said. "It may have been an honest misinterpretation of whatever Johnny said to her. She's definitely not the type who would set out and deliberately spread rumors about people. And I don't think Aunt Phoebe said that you were going to hurt me. I think she and Summer both assumed that if you were sleeping with Johnny, I would get hurt because I like you."

She looked at him firmly. "I would never do that to you. I like you a lot and I enjoy spending time with you and if I ever thought about doing anything with anyone ..." She blushed. "I would tell you." She shook her head. "Besides, do you have any idea how quickly I would be jerked out of here for being fifteen and sleeping with you... anyone?" She facepalmed at what she had just said. "I've been here for just under three months and that would be too soon to be doing anything even close to that... and Elena and Clay... gah. They equate a guy being interested in me right up there with Cabal hitmen." She reached for his hand. "I wouldn't do that, Chris. Besides, wouldn't me having sex ruin any chance I have of getting to know you as much as I'd like to?"

Chris felt his cheeks growing warmer the more she talked, but he let her take his hand. "I... well, yeah, I guess," he said. "I mean, I'm not suggesting anything like that at all. But... well... it is a little confusing that you were so upset that Johnny was dating so many people but you're still dating him."

She squeezed his hand. "He wants to get to know me and there seemed no harm in that. He's also a very good friend and it seemed unfair not to let him get to know me better. He's definitely not interested in being exclusive, though I do think something about you makes him jealous because I spend a lot of time with you. I also told him that down the line if the topic of exclusivity came up, there would be changes made in a few important things. He also felt very bad the other night when he thought he had ruined my night with you..." She looked him in the eye.

There were other thoughts and feelings she was having about a lot of things, but she didn't know how to put them into words. It looked like she was going to need to talk to Eve about dating... and her emotions.

She swallowed. "Chris, there's something you need to know. I almost spelled Summer through a wall because I almost ost my temper and my control. Wyatt... he stopped me."

"Well, I'm glad," Chris said, though it may have been ambiguous as to what part of her statement he was referring to. "I think maybe you and Summer should talk. There was a lot of misunderstanding going on."

"I can't. Not right now." She shook her head. "I almost hurt her, Chris. I could have killed her." The tone of her voice was sad. "Wyatt got through to me by telling me it would upset you and that's when I realized how close I had some to losing control... again."

Chris nodded. "She is my roommate though. And one of my best friends. And neither of those things is likely to change. So if we're going to keep... spending time together, eventually you're going to have to talk to her."

"I will... after I can be sure I won't lose control again like that. I don't like the thought that I almost hurt her like that. It scared me." She sighed. "I told Eve and she... she remembered how my father... and then she said I wasn't allowed to hide in my room." She gave him a hopeful look. "Maybe if I hide under the bed, no one will find me?" She bit her lip. "And I do... want to spend time with you..."

"You're never going to get past it if you hide," Chris said. "The important thing is that you didn't hurt her or anyone else. So get out there and show people what kind of person you really are."

"You sound like Eve and Lana."

"Are you saying I sound like a girl?"

Savannah blinked. "Don't make me show you how much of a girl I don't think you are, Chris."

Chris laughed. "Oh, I'm so scared," he teased.

That really did sound like a challenge to her and she got to her feet. "I really will... because I don't think there is anything girl-like about you."

"How exactly do you plan to do that?" Chris asked.

Savannah stood there for a second, trying to figure out what to do next. She blushed a bright red and then reached out and pulled him to her.

"I don't do girlkissy," she said before kissing him.

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