There was a certain skill to being discreet that Emily never really had - with the exception of being completely invisible while standing in a crowd, of course. Some people could cheat off of another person's test with just a flicker of their eyes to the corner, some could sneak a twenty from their mother's purse and slip it into their pocket, and go totally unnoticed - that is, until their mother just so happened to go sorting through her bag later on. Some could even cheat on their girlfriends and never get caught. Well, she wouldn't say never, but that was beside the point . . . The point WAS that no matter what Emily did, she could rarely get away with anything even slight of the sneaky sort without being caught or repremanded by the powers that be. This was one of those times.

Having just passed beneath the doorway of the her art history class, Emily hugged her books close to her chest - as if, subconciously, it would keep her from getting harmed or injured in some way - as she stepped out into the freshly polished, yet always clean corridor, her mind on else things; things like the multiple assignments issued to her throughout the day, and the exams she had to study for that would take place over the course of the next few days. If she requested her next class off, which wouldn't be too hard seeing as her literature professor adored her, she would have time to finish them before practice and then after, she could study back at room. After that, a shower would be in order, she knew; then a little light reading for kicks before bed. She would be set for sure, or so she tried to convince herself. No . . . she would be alright.

Something managed to catch her eye, or someone, or multilple someone's. Like most girls attending Spenser, she couldn't help but take a second glance at a few of male figures wandering about the halls. All of the thinking and eyeing had her body and mind in a hurry, and as she turned a corner with a purpose, she found her entire world rocked by something unexpected: a door. A tall, wide, and thick door came flying open and caught her right in the face. She could almost hear the crack of her nose by the deep-red wood door with the little, warped square for a window and the sign underneath it that read 'men's washroom'. She didn't have much time to react, dropping her books as she fell back and covered her nose with both hands, embarassed. Looking up, her vision blurred at first, it cleared and the door closed to reveal a fairly familiar figure standing tall in front her.

Pogue was in his own thoughts before hearing what sounded like some one crashing into the men's bathroom door. Blinking he came out from behind the door and looked down seeing that it was Emily. His eyes widen as he quickly closed the door behind him and went down to her side. "Oh god are you okay?" he said looking at her. "I'm so sorry I didn't even, I should of.." okay so rambling like a complete fool is gonna help what just happened to her genius. His inner voice barked at him Pogue sighed before putting a hand out to her. "Let me see how much damage I caused" he said with a half smile but clearly wanted to see if he had broken her nose or something.

The door was hard enough to do it. As far as he knew he might as well of. Lifting her up with one hand in hers the other on her back. Soon as her hand was taken off of her nose Pogue could see blood starting to flow from her it. "Just wait here okay" giving her a small nod he went across the hall and grabbed a box of tissues of an empty room. Grabbing a couple tissues he carefully placed them at the bottom of her nose. "Its not broken" he said hoping that would make what just happened not as bad as it could of been. Though deep down he felt horrible because of it.

It felt like someone had literally taken a hot piece of wood and smashed her in the face with it. The tingling and burning was uncomfortable to the point of annoyance, uncomfortable to the fullest extent of it's meaning. It was almost as bad as that feeling of drowning. A fear she'd had since she was little. And even though the swimming seemed to help her overcome it a little, she couldn't help but picture herself in a Nightmare On Elm Street movie having a nightmare about drowning. That's how she'd die in one of those movies, she knew it for sure. Thank God life wasn't one of those films. Pogue's voice brought her back to Earth with a violent, painful tug. Looking up, she couldn't help but feel angry and full of adoration at the same time. It was like, you could look at the glass half empty or half full. Half empty being that her nose had a good chance of being broken. The half full part was that it was done by Pogue Parry.

Pogue was the reason why girls envied Kate Tunney. Yeah, sure, she was gorgeous and smart and loved by all, but . . . she had this gorgeous, dream-boat of a boyfriend, who was probably quite the ladies' man before he was labelled as 'taken'. No, nothing would ever happen between she and Pogue. That was just . . . no, it was out of the question. She knew it would never happen, but it wasn't bad to dream, right? There were a few guys she admired from afar, all of whom she never imagined she'd have a chance with - even in her far-off fantasy world, it was unheard of - but a girl could dream right? It was probably a good thing her hand covered her nose and just about all of her mouth, or he would have seen the painful, yet girlish grin on her face. It didn't hide, however, the faint red that had flushed her freckled cheeks. When he asked if she was alright, she didn't know what to say. No, she wasn't alright, how dare he ask her that! But oh! How she was alright.

Emily shook her head and nodded it at the same time, creating this dizzy-inducing rotation, instead. Probably not a good idea, seeing as she was probably bleeding like crazy from the nose. Emily was almost afraid to look - was it as bad as it felt? She didn't quite let go of her nose, only giving him one hand as he helped lift her off of the floor. His other hand was on her back, and she couldn't help but notice how warm it was. She also wondered, vaguely, if he'd washed his hands. Most guys didn't, which was gross. His hands were probably covered in germs. Warm and inviting, but covered in germs. Em took this as the time to let go and see what the damage was, as Pogue had put it. A worried and curious expression crossed her, though part of the girly-girl inside her just wanted to put her faith in his hands entirely. "H-how does it look?" Emily squeaked, her nose somewhat upturned to allow him a better view. Hopefully she didn't have boogers or something else to add to this embarassing situation.

When he said to wait there, she did. Emily had no mind to move. Though she wanted to just run away now and not have to deal with it, her feet stayed firmly planted on the floor. He came back not too long later with a hand full of tissues and placed them under her nose. She felt like a little could who's mother was making them blow into a tissue. "Thank you," She squeaked again from behind the tissue. Raising a gentle hand, she took the tissues in her own hands and held them to her nose. Not wanting this to get anymore awkward. "A-are you sure it isn't broken?" Emily stammered. Not that she didn't believe him, she just . . . she was nervous beyond belief. A broken nose wasn't exactly what she needed right now.

"H-how does it look?"

He couldn't help but smile at how her voice sounded. It was kind of cute in its own little way. Keeping that thought to himself he pushed his brows together "It looks fine but I think your gonna need some ice". "But first tilt your head back a little to stop the blood flow" Pogue knew a little..well a lot nose bleeds. When he was younger he would get them every know and then. Luckily he grew out of them once he turned thirteen he guessed because of getting his powers at that age.

"A-are you sure it isn't broken?"

"I'm one-hundred percent sure its not broken Ems" he said with nod before helping her over to a chair and sitting her down. "I think your gonna be fine, the door not so much. Your nose did more damage to the door then the door did to your nose" letting out a tiny laugh he hoped it would lighten the mood up. Brushing a hand though his dirty blonde hair he sighed. "I'm really sorry Emily If I had known you were coming.." lifting his gaze to meet hers for second shook his head.

Emily stared down at him from her upturned angle, making a slight face when he said she would need ice. Great. She'd probably have a terrible bruise for the next few days. All the more reason to stay in her dorm, though, right? So no one would see? Not that anyone cared enough to notice she had a bruised face. Inwardly, she laughed and shook her head at the inconsideration of other, while outwardly, she just stood there dumbfounded because of Pogue Parry. When he told her to tilt her head back, she nodded slightly and did so, looking down at him still with unsurity hanging heavily in her eyes. But she was willing to trust Pogue for whatever girlish reason. Besides, he seemed to know what he was doing.

One hundred percent sure? That was pretty damn sure to her. He did know what he was doing after all. Good, because she hated having to consult the nurse in the infirmary on these things. She'd get some ice like he suggested, but she wasn't about to hang around in that drafty, medical wing. How very nice of Pogue. Helping her like this. As he helped her to a chair to sit down, she averted her eyes down at her nose for a moment; before she looked back at him from her awkward, tilted angle. She'd never really realized how tall he was until now. Hm. His joke about the door errupted a nervous, but humored laugh from her. She always felt unsure of her laugh, seeing as it didn't happen so often in the presence of others, she couldn't tell what people thought of it, and she would hate to have one of those obnoxious laughs like Professor Avries or Kira Snider.

The girl let out another laugh, this one as if to test the waters, short and quick, then she gave one more that was a little longer, and quite a bit more comfortable than the first two. She'd never felt comfortable in her own skin before. Emily watched him as he ran a hand through his blond hair, though tried not to stare like some stalker would. Abashedly, she glanced away, before returning her eyes to rest on him, shaking her head as she said with a slightly nasal-y tone: "It's alright. You didn't know. I should've been watching where I was going," She said, unable to be really, truly mad with Pogue. His gaze made it all the more hard. But no, she wasn't mad. "I should be thanking you, actually," Em started with serious nod. "Now I don't have to come up with a bogus reason as to why I can't make it to Literature today." A joke? Emily Lesperence? It couldn't be!

Emily laughed at herself, mainly for feeling stupid for cracking a joke. For once in her life. It was still awkward, but fairly genuine a sound.

"I should be thanking you, actually. Now I don't have to come up with a bogus reason as to why I can't make it to Literature today."

"...Was that a joke?" he said with a mock-shocked look on his face. "I think Tyler's rubbing off on you" smirking he grabbed a chair and sat down beside her. Pogue had found that Tyler and Emily had talked. Funny thing was picturing it in his head when he first heard he couldn't but laugh. Both Tyler and Emily were kind of shy. So putting two shy people in a room must of been really awkward. "Give your nose a couple more minutes" he said with a tiny nod. "It'll stop bleeding sooner or later if not we will have to stop by the infirmary alright?" he said with a raised brow.

Emily glanced back at Pogue ever-so-quickly, a little worried for a moment before she realized his expression was really just a mock expression. It caused her to smile for a moment, before he mentioned Tyler's rubbing off on her. At first, she didn't quite remember what he was talking about; the other night by the pool, or morning, she should say, when she ran into him there. Neither of them could sleep, and by the time they started to talk, she didn't really feel tired anymore. Funny how that worked wasn't it? But how did he know about that? It dawned on her once again that she was talking to Pogue Parry, a son of Ipswich, much like Tyler himself. They were all a close group of guys, so no wonder. At the same time, though, she wonder why Tyler would even mention her to his friends. She was just a nobody, after all.

The girl nodded, too, almost unable to help it. Hopefully it would stop bleeding - just the thought of having to go to the infirmary irritated her, and when he mentioned they might have stop in there if the bleeding didn't stop made her sigh with slight aggrivation. "I hate the infirmary," Emily chuckled lightly, "it's always so cold, and the nurse's hands aren't any better . . ." She fell silent after that, a thoughtful expression on her face now. Her pale, green-blue eyes shifting from side to side as she searched silently through answers. Digging deep down in the recesses of her brain (trying to avoid the bad side of town while she was at it), she found a question that was sort of nagging at her insides. "Tyler was talking about me?" She asked, rather abruptly, looking up at him with a faintly furrowed brow. Emily wasn't angry, her tone and the still-soft look about her could tell him that, she was just . . . curious. A little confused, but curious nonetheless.

"Tyler was talking about me?"

Smiling he nodded "Yeah, he said you two met up at the pool and started talking" resting his arms at the back of the chair he leaned forward slightly. The way he had sat down the chair had been turned around the other way. Leaving the back part in front of him. "Personally when I first heard about it I was a little shocked. Tyler in a room, with a girl and by himself. For some reason I can't picture it" laughing he shook his head. "Tyler's a little shy and the last time he went on date I think he was fifteen. Hanging out with a girl on the jungle jims just screams romantic"grinning he looked at her for second. "K, lets see if it stopped bleeding" he said putting his hand out for the bloody tissues so he could though them out if she didn't need them anymore.

"He did?" Emily asked, half rhetorically, the other half being that she almost didn't believe him. Well, it had to be true, seeing as he could spout off where they were and what they'd been doing. Tyler had been talking about her? It seemed as if she almost could grasp the idea. No one ever talked about her, unless they talking crap about her, of course, which was never a good feeling, but Emily was learning (somewhat) how to ignore it. It was just another thing for her to lock away with all the other boxes and chests and cages in the back of her mind. It was subconciously there all the time, which she couldn't really tell (she told herself over and over again that she was over it), but she wasn't about to go delving back into them all. That never helped her mood.

Still holding the tissues to her nose, she sort of glanced to the floor, eyes shifting from side to side again; giving away the fact she was thinking. Emily looked back at Pogue when he spoke up again, giving a small smile and a laugh to match, though wondered why it would be odd to imagine Tyler alone with a girl. Yeah, he was shy and quiet, much like herself, but he was very, very cute. Emily didn't doubt his ability to get any girl he wanted. He seemed like could if he wanted to. All of the Sons could, really. Just . . . one was taken, one was a player, one was really quiet, and the other . . . well, Caleb was just Caleb, she guessed. She didn't know much about him, but she figured he was a good guy. He gave off that good-guy vibe. Just like Pogue.

Emily sort of ignored his comment about the jungle jim. Not that she didn't find what Pogue had to say humorous or important, but she had a few things on her mind now. Tyler, for one, as well as the bleeding nose on the center of her face. She smiled awkwardly in reply though, not wanting him to think she was ignoring him completely. "Kay," She said, nodding. Lowering the tissues, looked at him straight on for a moment (though had to look away for fear of blushing) before letting her eyes trail around the area in which they were sitting. Emily sighed, "How is it?" To answer her own question, she reached up to lightly grace her nostrils with her fingertip, and then looked at it, noting the blood that was still there. "You don't think I need to go to the infirmary do you?" She asked worried a little worried. The last thing she wanted to do was go to the infirmary.

"You don't think I need to go to the infirmary do you?"

"Nah, I think it stopped" he said with a smile. Looking at her nose for second he grinned "I don't think its gonna bruise your lucky" in his head Pogue wasn't feeling as bad as before. Because her nose wasn't broken and she wouldn't have to stay cooped up in her room with a nasty bruise on her nose. "You should go clean it up though, the last thing you want is to walk around all bloody" he said with a nod before leaning back in his chair a little.

The girl looked puzzled for a moment. It did, really? Already? She thought for sure it would still be gushing, that door was so heavy and he was strong . . . or at least he looked it. Why she would be pondering that of all things . . . His grin caused her to grin a little, and for some reason everything was alright. It wasn’t bleeding, it wasn’t broken, he had a cute smile, and everything was just okay. Yeah, she was pretty darn lucky if she could say so herself, and she could, but she wouldn’t say that out loud. The only thing that could possibly make this bad is if she found out that she was thinking out loud the entire time. For moment, she actually paused to double check, and good thing; she wasn’t. Lucky, indeed!

When he suggested she go clean up, she nodded. Yeah, she should definitely do that. Not just because Pogue Parry had told her to, but because, well . . . if she were someone else, she wouldn’t want to see a girl like her walking around with a nasty nose. Not that she prided herself on looking presentable. Even her school uniform looked off and somewhat frumpy on her. It was the right size, she swore! It just didn’t look right. Emily stood up and looked down at him, sniffling a little and then grimacing at a twinge of pain she felt because of it. She looked thoughtful a moment, as if trying to figure out what to do. “Um, thanks for the help, Pogue” Em finally said, giving a shrug of her shoulders after. There wasn’t much else she could do.

Emily ducked into the girls’ bathroom, slow at first, but sped up as soon as she the door closed behind her. Damn doors . . . She thought to herself bitterly. Coming to the mirror, she set her things on the counter and let out a huff. Looking up at her reflection, she met her own gaze and stood there for a moment, simply staring at herself. Her gaze lowered slowly to the messy sight that was her nose. The blood was dry by now, but it was still red and a little puffy. She made the dumb mistake of touching it, much like a child would even after their parents’ told them not to touch the stove; it was hot. She hissed a bit and instantaneously dropped her hand to her side.

She grabbed a few of the tissues along the wall and, running them under some water, wetted them and then slowly, but surely touched it to her nostrils, wiping away the dry blood there. Catching sight of it on her oxford and a little on the lapel of her jacket, she let out a groan and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in frustration. That was never going to come out now . . . Emily tossed the gross, wet paper into the waste bin and then washed her hands, using another paper towel to thoroughly dry her hands. She hated that feeling of them still being wet, but she hated that smell of soap it still left behind after. Throwing that away, she reached for her things, slinging her bag back over her shoulder and clutching her books to her chest once more, she headed for the door and opened it.

Much to her surprise, Mr. Parry had stuck around. Pogue had actually been waiting for her, but imagine her surprise to find he’d been standing, waiting for her by the door. All she heard as she exited the bathroom was the sound of Pogue’s pain as the door caught him in the face this time. “Oh, my God,” She blurted as soon as she heard the noise he made, and the noise the door made as it struck him. Emily thought the infirmary was bad; now she was going to be known around school as the girl who destroyed Pogue Parry’s beautiful, beautiful face!

Pogue had stuck around just to make sure that she was okay. Clearly her nose had stopped bleeding but it wasn't he wasn't doing anything at the moment. Standing up from his chair he waited for Emily to come out of the bathroom. Much to his surprise the next thing he saw was a large wooden oak door smacking him in the face. "Sonofa..." he groaned loudly well he rubbed at his now hurting nose. You know when you get the tingly feeling when you about to sneeze and it drives you nuts because all you wanna do is force the sneeze out?. Well it felt like that only there was no sneeze behind it.

Luckily no blood had formed meaning the door didn't hit him as hard as it had Emily. Hearing the oh my god made him raise his head and look at Emily. "I'm okay Emily" he said while moving his nose a little. He kind of looked like a rabbit as he tried to get the tingly session to go away.

Even though it kind of hurt to do, Emily couldn’t help but raise her hands to her mouth in shock as she turned to see Pogue, red in the face from having hit him with the door. She’d dropped her books while she was at it. The third time today, actually - the first having been while getting ready earlier that day, the second having been hit in the face hard with a giant door, and the third, well now. Emily stared at him for a long while, the only thing she could really say from behind her hands was, “Oh, God. Oh, God, oh God . . . “ She’d probably never felt as bad as she did right now. He wasn’t bleeding from what she could see, it was obvious that she wasn’t strong enough to exert the same amount of force he had earlier, but it was still a damn painful thing! She knew first hand, now.

“Oh, my God! Pogue! I am so, so sorry . . . “ And this was probably the first time she’d ever shown any sort of deep, sincere worry for someone in a long, long time. She wasn’t even sure she’d ever raised her voice to this volume before; not that she was screaming at the top of her lungs, but usually her voice was very monotone; well, not monotone, but constantly at that same, soft ‘inside voice’ she’d had since the second grade. He said he was okay, but she still felt terrible. Emily came toward him and, in an act of instinct; she placed a hand under his chin and raised his face to her own. Not in an incredibly forced manner, but just to see for herself inspecting him. Mind you, it wasn’t because she didn’t believe him; she just wanted to be sure. “Let me see,” She demanded softly.

“I am sooo sorry, Pogue,” Emily cooed again, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in frustration again. However, she couldn't help but giggle a little and grin at the face he was making. He was like a rabbit or something! From behind her laughter, she managed to choke out, "I feel terrible. I really do." It was hard to be reassuring about something like that when you were too busy giggling. Emily felt stupid, but for once in her life, she didn't care. She just didn't care. This was funny, and she was going to laugh. Of course, it wasn't funny that Pogue had gotten hurt, but the situation itself was fairly funny in an ironic sort of way.

"I'm fine really" feeling her lightly grab at his shin to look at him he couldn't help but let a smile form. "I've had worse Emily" lifting his own hand to removes her he rubbed his nose a little. "No harm done, I just gotta learn not to stand near doors now" laughing he smiled. During the whole time of dealing with his being hit a door experience he hadn't noticed that she had cleaned up. "I guess I was right huh" he said meaning how her nose had stopped bleeding.

Emily arched a brow; he’d had worse? Well, that was probably true. He’d probably had it real bad before. This was probably just like any smack to the face or hitting of one’s head on the car as they got in. It was nothing to him, really, which made her feel a little silly like she was over-reacting or something. The girl sighed, letting go of him to watch him rub his nose. She laughed, “Yeah, today’s just not a good day to hover around doors, I guess.”

Now that she thought about it, maybe it wasn’t just today? Em was going to have to do the same for the rest of her – not stand near doors and not run (or walk really, really fast) in the hallways. Better yet, she shouldn’t turn corners at that pace. That would probably solve her problems, either that or pay attention rather than get distracted by some guy. Really, it was that guy’s fault. Had he not been so good-looking, she wouldn’t have had to look, and she probably would’ve seen the door in time to at least put her hand up to her face and stop it. That damn guy. It was his fault! Yeah . . .

Reassured that he was alright, she turned around and knelt down to retrieve her books. Picking them up, she once held them at an awkward angle at first – one arm under them with the other on top, resting the books against her stomach. She turned to Pogue and nodded, “Thanks again, and sorry.” Emily laughed a little. What an interesting morning. She still felt bad, but not quite as bad as when she realized what had happened and seen him all hunched over like that. Feeling a slight discomfort in her stomach from the books digging into it, she mocked the action of almost dropping them in order to flip them over in her arms and, much like she had before, clutched them to her chest as if they were the meaning of life itself. For some reason, that’s how she carried most things.

“Are you going to head to Literature—err, English?” She asked, taking a glance around the empty hallway for a moment before looking back at Pogue. She always called English class Literature for some reason, probably because sounded a little more distinguished that ‘English’. English was a class for middle schoolers who still couldn’t properly grasp the concept of using proper grammar and spelling. “I was going to head that way, but um, I’d much rather deal with a meeting with the Provost than explain to everyone that ‘I ran into a door’.” It was kind of embarrassing.

Mind you, she’d rather say that than utter bitter words like, ‘Pogue Parry hit me in the face and almost broke my nose.’ That was unnecessary, seeing as it wasn’t really his fault. It was a chain reaction of sorts. Come to think of it, she could use that for her Psychology class an d her Physical Science class the next day – when the swelling had gone down, at least. If it wasn’t off to her English period, then she was probably going to go into town and get something to eat, perhaps she’d study there, too. Emily laughed and flashed a smile at Pogue, swaying her head a little, her dark brown ponytail swaying back and forth as it hung from the back of her head.

“I was going to head that way, but um, I’d much rather deal with a meeting with the Provost than explain to everyone that ‘I ran into a door"

"If you want I could come with you? tell him it was accident" sliding his hands into his school uniform jacket. "Provost will just find some way to back slash it at you trust me" he said with a small nod. Pogue had spent a little time in the Provost office. Either for being late or getting in to stupid little fights with Aaron Abbott. Thankfully he would only have to stay after school for a detention his mom never found out about it either.

(Gah I'm sorry my posts are short Kk)