#clarissewalker

[levoncruz]

Short hair was a decision he had made over the summer. It was just practical, but ever since, most of his teammates had decided to do the same. It wasn't uncommon for Levi to set trends, he  simply just grew tired of finding himself surrounded by lesser versions of... well, him.

Regardless, that particular deed allowed him quicker showers and yet Jo's boyfriend had somehow beat him, calling him out when he  exited the locker room. Conversation was  short- or cut short once the Spaniard turned only to find himself facing Clarisse. 

He had, of course, seen her throughout the course of practice, but knew better than to upset his coach and fluster her. Not just yet. So he had winked and resumed practice. Which was more than any of his lays had ever been given.

"Well?"

Generally, he would not ask, but he had to with this girl. Clarisse was anything but the norm. "I should have asked if you were a fan of the sport. But  did you enjoy watching my flawless figure running about in shorts?"

[levoncruz]

His laughter hardly ever went unnoticed; not for it's bewitching melodic sound - and he would argue that it was such -, but because Levi was generally loud. Not abnoxiously so as his mother often pointed out it was not polite to laugh as savaged did. Levi argued savaged did not laugh, but after being on the receiving end of his mothers peculiar look, he knew best to not argue.

The laughter - along with the remaining of him - came to a halt when the pretty little blonde thing, with no infatuation for him whatsoever walked past those gates, looking as gloriously beautiful as the last time he had set eyes on him. Which left Levi's soccer friends unnoticed. 

               "Levi, entonces?"

Confusion spread throughout his features when his friend hit his bicep with the back of his hand.

                                "Vuelvo enseguida."

No further explanation was given before he caught up with the girl, now in the company of another girl, one he had most likely seen about the school but never spoken too but she was likely to know Levi. Hopefuly the people Clarisse chose to surround herself with liked Levi. Then again, those who didn't were more often than not the girls he refused to committ to.

"Buenos dias.  Or as your folks from the jungle say,  good morning, mate."

[levoncruz]

Who? | clarissewalker

       Transferred girls were hardly a common event. Not rare, but most definitely uncommon. So when one of his football team mates interrupted his 11 o'clock makeout session with Esmeralda - maybe that was her best friend's name. Wasn't this one Adriana? Regardless, when Levi had his fun cut short due to this small piece of information, he was hardly alarmed. "Yo lo cojo después," he replied with disinterest.

       The girl he was with beckoned his attention by tugging him by his belt loops, hips pressing to his causing that purr to scratch at the back of his throat. Girls were like pokemons, he aimed to catch them all. And, eventually, they all winded up in his web. Unless, of course, they did not meet his standards. 

       "No tienes remedio." The faceless girl had a point and yet there she was. Girl after girl, they knew what he was like and they let themselves fall for him every time. They all aimed to change him, they all failed. Mostly due to the fact that Levi replaced them all within 24hours. Perhaps some day he would change. Huh. The thought alone caused him to smirk against the crook of the girl's neck, her back arching into him her back arched off the wall.