Our own secrets [AMANDA]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg slowly but surely sneaked along the empty hallways. It was not that late, and hell, some students might still be studying. But he had to get his fix, badly. He finally reached one of the most far off classrooms, opening the door and sneaking in before proceeding to close the door once more. He sneakily looked around the room a bit before switching on the lights.

He then proceeded to sit down, reaching for his bag before drawing out a mighty pile of books, slamming them down onto the teachers desk. All of them were romantic books, romantic poetry, general romantic tales. He had to get his fix on romantic books, or he would go crazy. But it was his dark secret, that he wanted nobody to know.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Amanda peeked into the hallway: it did seem deserted enough for what she had in mind. Although the class hours had long since passed: it was about this time she imagined most of the students would be returning to their dorms or into the city for a night out. This allowed her some privacy in the area.

Her normal wardrobe abandoned in favor of a significantly more modest shirt and shorts: Amanda had taken to the only place she could get some privacy for the night. Originally she had hoped her dorm room would be enough, but if it wasn't a group of students asking her to go with them into town; it was Seria surprising her with a nature walk or a picnic. As much as she loved those: she wanted some alone time.

It didn't happen to much: she was a social girl. Usually, Amanda found herself more than happily spending as much time in company as she could. Yet, once in a blue moon or so she simply needed a pause from it all. She wouldn't want to disappoint anyone, so the easiest option was just to hide for a while. All she had with her was a gym bag containing a few special things for the night. Not even her Pokemon were along with her, besides: nothing too bad could happen.

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Meanwhile, at the Water Dorm:
: -eyeing the fire alarm- ''Upupupu...''

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Really, nothing could go wrong at all.

With a contented smile: Amanda pushed into what seemed to be an abandoned classroom. Sure, the lights were on; but it was probably empty.

Except for Olaf: he was there. Amanda jumped at the sight, letting out a small shriek of surprise.

''O-olaf! What are you doing here at this hour?!?''

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg blinked. Wait a moment, Olaf? Who was Olaf? And then he realized the thing that might be a bit more important. Someone WAS there. He instantly thrust his books down from the table with a loud thud before turning his head to Amanda, scratching the back of his neck as he awkwardly looked around. "'Eyyyyy!"

He then continued scratching the back of his head for a moment before clearing his head. Okay, she was probably lost, she was going to pass soon. It was probably the lights that she saw and was wondering what happened. But why would she be surprised? Okay, okay, she was here for some purpose. Probably.

"And ehm... I'm not Olaf. Oleg. Two out of four letters were right. But yes. Oleg." He scuffled over to cover the pile of books he knocked over. "So... Ehhh, Amanda, yes? I think I saw you with Seria. What brought you here?"

[Amanda Dupomme]

Her face flush: Amanda awkwardly sat herself on one of the tables, crossing her arms.
''Oh... pardon, Oleg. I must have confused you with someone else.'' She had an emotionless look on her face; although it was entirely to hide her embarrassment at having forgotten a name. To her, it was one of the single most rude things a person could do, and she needed to be better than that.

Opting to change the subject away from her mistake, she sat her bag down on the floor and pointed towards the pile of books. Oleg attempting to hide them had not gone unnoticed by her, and to her mind it was was the perfect distraction.

''Yes, I am her girlfriend. Might I ask, what's on the floor?'' she responded, in a flat tone. Dodging the the reason of why she was here. It was hardly like Oleg needed to know such a thing.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"... Oh. Uhm. Books about... Manly stuff. Yeah. Nothing important to see here." He proceeded to pick up the books and plonking them down, moving his hands to lean over them to hopefully hide their titles. He then pondered for a moment before he spoke, scratching his chin as he did so, diverting attention to his face. Which was a bad idea considering it was the ugliest thing in the room.

"So you're gone fully official? That's neat-o. I'm... Well. It's strange what I'm in. I'm kinda balancing with this one girl that's kinda like me. Nerdy, not that social, and I admitted a crush but she's kinda... Unsocial and and and..." And so begun to blabling. Arceus dammit Oleg.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Amanda let off a slight smirk: amused at the overall awkwardness of the other boy. While her overall attitude towards people was pleasant and reassuring. She never quite admitted that part of her past in Camphriers tourist event participation had forced her to deal with unpleasant and boorish individuals. It had been an unpleasant lesson for her to learn, as often pushing them away or being rude in return for rude would create a bad imagine for her town and for herself. As luck had it, Amanda found herself quite skilled at making those she disliked trip themselves up.

She didn't dislike Oleg, certainly: and while it was somewhat cruel in her mind. She was rather peeved at being surprised by him. That and the complete destruction of her private night, she was not feeling nice.

''Oh? Is that so?'' she scoffed, getting off the table and pacing over to the other boy. Not her normal pace, no. Rather one of the special tricks she had learned as a child. Arms at the on her sides, head and body erect, murder on her mind. A walk of intimidation.

She glared at the boy as she snatched one of the books from under his arm: studying it with a bored expression.

''A romance novel?'' Amanda wondered aloud, her composure somewhat fractured by the surprising reveal.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Oi oi oi!" Oleg grunted, snatching the book as he placed it back, proceeding to try and hide them. Even though they were already revealed. "... For a class thing. Yeah. Let's go with that." He looked around awkwardly. The girl had suddenly gone from surprised to slightly intimidating and in a small, silly way, threatening. As if she had been trained for it or something.

Well, Oleg had his own skills of intimidation. Sadly they needed three things from him. The composure, which he had lost, a clear head, which he was lacking at the moment, and lastly, size. That he had. He looked around a bit before standing up, cracking his back as he towered over the girl, looking down at her. Sure, he did not seem that threatening, but he got here first. He needed his fix, who was going to say no to that?!

[Amanda Dupomme]

Repairing her expression: Amanda stared blankly as Oleg dismissed the novel. So, there was something with that thing. She continued to observe him with a bored glance as he slowly stood up, feebly attempting his own style of intimidation. While he was indeed a fairly large fellow: Amanda simply yawned softly, continuing the act. The boy was practically in pieces, and she was starting to feel somewhat guilty.

Besides, the large towering threat would have been significantly more scary if she didn't deal with a large over-eager Hariyama every single day at this place.

''Uhuh...'' she replied, maintaining an unimpressed stance. ''So I suppose all of these books are ''class'' novels. And not just some big man who likes reading girly romance in his spare time?''

A bit too harsh of a thing to say, she liked girly romance novels quite a lot herself. But she coudln't drop the act at this point.

''Tell me...'' continued Amanda, glaring at Oleg. ''What ''class'' of yours has you read these things? I was not aware it was a part of our syllabus!''

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grit his teeth. He practically SNARLED. He was used to insults, hell, he had parsed his cynical persona out from being used to it. But this was not the kind he could endure. He actually had reasons for reading. He had oh so many things he needed to know, and Arceus damnit, this little, snobby, annoying woman could not make him feel ashamed of his past times! Hell no!

Slam went his fist against the table. He was angry. He grunted, slowly removing his glasses after the slam, rubbing his temple for a moment before looking back at her. It was a look of loathing. Sure, she might be a nice enough girl, Seria had gotten together with her, but Oleg was in his zone. And when he was in his zone he was going to regret everything said soon enough.

"Yes. I read them. I read them a lot, actually. Probably my favorite genre of books in general. And that is why I come here! Because of people like you, Arceus damnit! Can't a guy just enjoy his *bleeping* books in peace without some Arceus damn small minded fool coming and going all "aaawwwhh you like girly things..." It's just a way for me to try and..." Oleg fumed at this point.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Amanda felt a slight pang of guilt as Oleg lashed out. She had certainly wanted to tease him a little bit, but now that he was genuinely upset and not strictly in the category of ''people she didn't like''; Amanda felt bad.

Dropping her emotionless mask for a more worried look, she crossed her arms. ''Hey-hey-hey, calmez-vous!'' She sighed, picking up yet another book and glancing over the cover.

''I was merely surprised is all...'' she explained, opening the novel to read a paragraph or so. It seemed rather interesting, if a bit flowery even for her taste.

''There is nothing wrong with liking things intended for other genders.'' sighed the Kalosian, dropping the book back onto the table. ''If one enjoys things, there is no problem with that: simply be honest with yourself. After all, you could dress up in skirts and dresses for I care!'' She let herself smile and giggled, winking playfully at the boy in an attempt to defuse the situation.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg just stood there, fuming for a long while. Hell, if this was a cartoon, he would probably be shooting some flames from his nose at this point. He just stood there, listening to her. Before slumping down onto the chair with a mighty stud, letting out a grunt as he stroked his chin, beginning to laugh. The dry, "ha, ha, ha" kind of laugh.

"Yeah, let's do that. Perfect way to move away from the fact that you made me angry, and from the fact that you mocked me. PERFECT! Let's do that, everything else will be forgotten. Everything!" He grit his teeth afterwards, his hands rubbing against his temple as he looked to the books. "Arceus dammit."

[Amanda Dupomme]

Amanda rolled her eyes as Oleg began to have his little hissy fit. Alright, so maybe she took her rare moment of being mean a step too far into a direction it didn't want to go. She was genuinely sorry, yet as she observed the way the large boy was acting, she felt that feeling tempered by a sense of annoyance. There was being annoyed, and there was throwing a childish tantrum. At the moment it seemed Oleg was intent on doing the latter.

''Cesser de vous pleurer grand enfant!'' She snapped, fuming in annoyance herself. ''Teasing is simply something people do, whether serious or not it has no value whatsoever!''

She walked up to the large boy, staring at him angrily. ''If people matter, they don't care, and if they care they don't matter. The only person here that seems to have a complex about it is you!''

''Besides...'' she muttered, moving back her desk. ''I'm here for the same reason you are, I can't stay at the dorm because one of my dorm mates or Seria will be waiting for me. Je les aime tous, but I never get some free time!''

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Arceus dammit, woman! I'm on tight nerve, and you come and..." Oleg bit his lip, fuming on his own for a while, calming himself down. Okay, okay, everything was fine. No more anger. Think of happy things. Like games, Kyrie. Hmm. Legs, yes, legs are a good way to distract yourself. He then held his head in his hands for a few moments, taking deep breaths.

After a few minutes of silence, Oleg raised his head, seemingly calmer. "Okay. Okay. I'm fine. I'm fine, all's good and rainbows." He nodded a few times, breathing out one more long breah before slumping his hands onto his knees.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Nodding, pleased that Oleg had seemed to calm down: Amanda sat properly on the chair. Perching her bare legs onto the table: she quickly rifled through her bag as she withdrew her own recreational toy, a small video game player and a box of cartridges.

''I do hope you are a bit more calm.'' she spoke up, now focusing oh her device. ''It really is uncouth to wander around yelling and shouting like that!''

With a tired sigh, she began buttoning away at her game. It was a bit of a small secret that she even had the device, as it had only been purchased when she flew to the academy from Kalos. Her parents insisted she take some form of entertainment for the tediously long flight other than her usual books, and it had been the game device or a video player. She had figured at least the former would be more involved, and to her pleasant surprised it had proven just so. Enough at least that she had purchased a cheap variety of different games to enjoy on her cool-down periods.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg blinked as he moved his gaze to Amanda. "Wait a moment. Is that a PGS I see? Hot damn, it IS!" Oleg watched Amanda play. He was almost hypnotized for a moment before slowly blinking back to reality, growing a grin. "Well, I'll be damned. Never expected you to be a gamer." He smiled for a moment before stroking his chin. "How about this. We'll keep silent about this classroom and don't bother eachother, but we'll still come here when we need private time. How about that?"

As Oleg spoke, he took out a book as he opened it, opening it as he murmurred, trying to find the right page, smiling to himself as he reached it, scribbling something onto the page.