Luke Grun

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[ ♟ ] - Luke’s eyes moved yet once again towards the girl with the long braid.  He could have cared less about the commotion the two stirred up in the classroom. However, the girl seemed as if she wanted to melt into the floor. Her ears turning slightly pink and a blush across her cheeks. If no one had noticed them before, judging by all the snickers and not-so-quiet side comments, it was safe to say that was over. 

“Wait, so it’s not going to stain? Good.” Although her gaze was elsewhere and her head was down he still felt a small wave of gratitude towards the shy girl. Out of all things she could have dumped onto him, at least it was tea. This whole situation was in poor taste to begin with but at least he wouldn’t have to toss a shirt by the end of the day.

“No it doesn’t hurt anymore and I don’t need to be walked to the clinic.” He refused her offer, his annoyance slowly fading. Luke was just grateful this young woman was kind enough to care. “It was hot but it’s fine now. Besides, class is about to start.”  Luke sat down once more and reached down, grabbing the fallen and now empty tea cup and placed it on the empty desk next to him. It was his own way of accepting her apology and saying he was alright if she sat next to him.  “Now that you subjected me to an unwilling and unpleasant tea bath, do you think you can do me a favor?” 

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{❧} - Well….at least she hoped it wasn’t going to stain. Tea was pale, at least. Mithien’s lips dragged back into a sheepish line as she continued to weather his words. At least he didn’t seem to be in any pain. Anymore. So she hadn’t made a complete and total mess of the morning.

“A-alright…but you should keep an eye on it. Uhm, sometimes burns blister.” She winced at her own words. Was she trying to get herself into deeper trouble with him?

Her hands slowly dropped away from wringing her braid as the boy reached for the fallen cup and slapped it down on the desk space beside him. Any empty spot…was he saying she could take it?

Gripped by hesitance, Mithien shifted her bag on her shoulder and then stepped forward, moving past him to seat herself in the chair next to his. Keeping her head lowered, she hurriedly began to remove her books and pencils from the bag, preparing her desk for class. 

The sound of the boy’s voice tweaked at her attention. Green eyes peered over at him, one eye partially shielded by a thin lock of platinum blond that had slipped away from her bangs. A favour? “I suppose it’s the least I can do,” she hedged, feeling wariness seep into her chest.

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[ ♟ ] -  Luke only nodded at her words. It was almost as if the girl was rambling, but he knew it was out of concern. Besides, she must know something about health care if she warned him against blistering. Maybe that was her major? 

As she hesitantly sat down and began to quickly unpack her things, he couldn't help but watch her out of the corner of his eyes. He had seen the green-eyed girl before, after all they did have class together, but had given her no second thought. Luke had written her off as shy and anxiety prone and truthfully, had no interest in starting a conversation. But then again, she could just prefer to stay in the shadows instead of the spot light. That was probably why she seemed to buckle under the eyes of their peers only seconds ago and seemed to prefer to keep her head down instead of held high. 

Luke nodded and caught one of her eyes. The other was blocked by her light blonde hair that fell from her bangs. At least he piqued her attention. “I didn't do the homework.” He hesitantly said, internally smothering the feeling of being a cheat. He just hoped she would pick up what he was saying.  “Could you tell me the jist of the article? I can complete the assignment by myself from there.” 

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[ ♟ ] - Luke shot out of his chair and grey eyes glared at the small girl. The pain was beginning to fade yet his annoyance wasn’t. The girl looked like a doe caught in headlights! She had just spilt all but boiling water on him and all she could say was sorry?

 “I’ll live.” He grumbled without bothering to look at her. What a clutz. “But sorry won’t get this stain out of my shirt.” Truthfully, he wasn’t sure if the unknown liquid would stain or not since up until moving out of his fathers, the maids had always done his laundry. He would never admit it but he had no idea how to wash clothes. 

Huffing under his breath he reached towards his back. Great. He could feel the now uncomfortable cooling liquid patch that reached from his right shoulder to mid back.

“You’re lucky that didn’t go into someones eye.” Luke scolded the girl with green eyes while, frowning. “You should really be more careful.” 

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{❧} - The tall male now drenched in Mithien’s tea shot to his feet, glaring down at her with stormy eyes. His stare flicked away from her, his annoyance evident in every plane of his face. She stayed silent under his admonishments, her shoulders rising towards her ears. 

Everyone was staring at them, and all Mithien could do was stand there and hope she would disappear, her ears turning hot under everyone’s gazes, snickers floating up around the room.

“It shouldn’t stain.” The words hopped out of her mouth without her really thinking about it. Blush burned her cheeks. “I-It’s just tea. Uhm, I’m really sorry. I should have been more careful.” She lowered her head, her now cup-free hand lifting to clutch at the long braid hanging over her shoulder. “Does it hurt? Do you…should I go with you to the university clinic?”

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[ ♟ ] - Luke’s eyes moved yet once again towards the girl with the long braid.  He could have cared less about the commotion the two stirred up in the classroom. However, the girl seemed as if she wanted to melt into the floor. Her ears turning slightly pink and a blush across her cheeks. If no one had noticed them before, judging by all the snickers and not-so-quiet side comments, it was safe to say that was over. 

“Wait, so it’s not going to stain? Good.” Although her gaze was elsewhere and her head was down he still felt a small wave of gratitude towards the shy girl. Out of all things she could have dumped onto him, at least it was tea. This whole situation was in poor taste to begin with but at least he wouldn't have to toss a shirt by the end of the day.

“No it doesn't hurt anymore and I don’t need to be walked to the clinic.” He refused her offer, his annoyance slowly fading. Luke was just grateful this young woman was kind enough to care. “It was hot but it’s fine now. Besides, class is about to start.”  Luke sat down once more and reached down, grabbing the fallen and now empty tea cup and placed it on the empty desk next to him. It was his own way of accepting her apology and saying he was alright if she sat next to him.  “Now that you subjected me to an unwilling and unpleasant tea bath, do you think you can do me a favor?” 

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All was well during the second week at the prestigious Cornell University. For Luke Grun, classes were going smoothly, family friends made seldom appearances, and he had just enough involvement in campus life to remain content. If the rest of the semester remained like it was, he could coast. 

As the rest of the class leaked in from outside, Luke took a seat for his second class of the day, Composition I. Only once he began taking out his notebook he realized that not even a full week into class and he had already forgotten to do homework; the simple task of annotating an article. 

Quickly he began scrambling to finish his assignment when a burning liquid splashed and trickled down his back. It was hot, piping hot, the initial pain and shock alone made him want to tear his shirt off.  “Agh!” A few students turned their heads. “What the hell!?”

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{❧} - Everything still felt grey and hazy during the second week of classes at Cornell University. While Mithien Penhale’s physical symptoms had completely vanished, the ache was still deep in her chest. Guilt gnawed at her constantly, and focusing hard on school work was the only thing that kept the thoughts from becoming overwhelming. She kept herself closed off, speaking to no one, despite the multiple calls and texts from her family and her friends from high school (who she realized were giving up on her - and she let them). Her main goal was to keep her head down and get good grades, and that was it. She didn’t know how to deal with the loss and the guilt, and maybe she didn’t deserve to figure out how to overcome them.

She moved into the classroom with her head down, following the final stream of students as they trickled inside. Most people had taken their seats by now, and Mithien walked quickly to avoid being noticed, a cup of freshly ordered, steaming hot tea gripped in one hand, faintly burning her fingertips through the paper.

Shifting her messenger bag with her free hand, Mithien spotted an empty seat and swerved towards it. She moved forward, oblivious to the bag laying next to another student’s chair, sticking out into the aisle. Her sandal caught on the edge, and she tipped forward, the tea cup tumbling from her hands and landing right on another student, spilling steaming liquid onto his back.

Mithien scrambled to right herself, eyes widening as she realized what she had done. “Sorry!” she blurted, clutching her hands anxiously together. “Are you alright?” 

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[ ♟ ] - Luke shot out of his chair and grey eyes glared at the small girl. The pain was beginning to fade yet his annoyance wasn’t. The girl looked like a doe caught in headlights! She had just spilt all but boiling water on him and all she could say was sorry?

 “I’ll live.” He grumbled without bothering to look at her. What a clutz. “But sorry won't get this stain out of my shirt.” Truthfully, he wasn't sure if the unknown liquid would stain or not since up until moving out of his fathers, the maids had always done his laundry. He would never admit it but he had no idea how to wash clothes. 

Huffing under his breath he reached towards his back. Great. He could feel the now uncomfortable cooling liquid patch that reached from his right shoulder to mid back.

“You’re lucky that didn’t go into someones eye.” Luke scolded the girl with green eyes while, frowning. “You should really be more careful.” 

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All was well during the second week at the prestigious Cornell University. For Luke Grun, classes were going smoothly, family friends made seldom appearances, and he had just enough involvement in campus life to remain content. If the rest of the semester remained like it was, he could coast. 

As the rest of the class leaked in from outside, Luke took a seat for his second class of the day, Composition I. Only once he began taking out his notebook he realized that not even a full week into class and he had already forgotten to do homework; the simple task of annotating an article. 

Quickly he began scrambling to finish his assignment when a burning liquid splashed and trickled down his back. It was hot, piping hot, the initial pain and shock alone made him want to tear his shirt off.  “Agh!” A few students turned their heads. “What the hell!?”