A soft, feather-light caress. A gentle brushing of lips. The warmth of a body pressed flush against her own and the weight on her lap. Best of all the soft, feminine murmur of her name being whispered in a delicate voice.
 
“Alena…” The Russian’s long fingers curled into the vivid red material of the lithe girl’s cheerleading uniform, tugging her down closer to her. The girl laughed breathlessly, her lips finding their way to Alena’s earlobe. The gentle touch of teeth sent a shiver down the redhead’s spine, amplified by the purring words in her ear. With one last nip the delicate girl sat up in Alena’s lap, the athlete making a keening whimper of disappointment. The girl merely winked, grasping onto the bottom of her shirt. Green eyes quickly became riveted at the motion, missing how the girl’s painted lips parted – though she certainly didn’t miss the sound being emitted from her.
 
[i]BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP.[/i]
 
The weightlifter was very, [i]very[/i] careful not to slam her fist down on the bedside clock despite her disappointment at being interrupted. Alena would rather not get in trouble for breaking [i]another[/i] clock this early in the semester. With a heavy groan Alena rose, stretching her arms far above her head and back arching with a satisfying crack. It took no time at all for Alena to throw her covers off and have them replaced into a made bed, her mind quickly switching gears from the fading dream to her morning routine. Unlike most people Alena was a natural morning person, her gears shifting with what seemed to be an instant click the moments her eyes fully opened. It was always an easy transition for her, made easier by the warmer climate of this city than her homeland.
 
Any remaining vestige of sleep was quickly shaken off with a thorough stretch and the use of the room’s most prominent feature – a heavy set of weights placed upon a happy yellow mat, followed by a shower. Alena would always prefer refreshing runs in the morning, with crisp air and the beauty of nature to accompany her, but with the winding paths she took it just wasn’t possibly in high school; the Russian found that out quickly in her first year. Instead they were saved for weekends and free days, and otherwise shuffled to the afternoon. The fact that students were usually milling about after school in their uniforms was a nice plus to having to change her schedules though…
 
Alena quickly turned red, shaking her head even as she fixed the bow tie wrapped around her freshly cleaned neck; this uniform was one thing she never looked forward to - skirts didn't look good on her. Still, the stupid grin wouldn’t fall off though, and remained firmly fixed in place even as the athlete carried her bag and jacket out to the little common area only to unceremoniously drop them on a chair before venturing to the kitchen. A quick check to make sure her hair, aside from the long orange bangs in her face, was tied back and Alena soon had breakfast cooking. For two, at that! No one could say she wasn’t a generous roommate.
 
It was only when she was plating the scrambled eggs and toast did Alena pause to contemplate if her roommate was even up - or if she had perhaps accidentally awoken her early being too loud. The redhead mentally cringed at the thought, eying the door leading to her roommate’s section. The other girl had just showed up last night after all, she was probably tired…
 
Idly Alena wondered if she might be a cheerleader, and heated up under her collar once more. 
 
Luckily Alena wasn’t left wondering for long, at least about if her roommate was awake, as the other girl’s door opened while she was still hovering mid-kitchen holding the plates. Like a puppy whose master just awoke the athlete immediately brightened and set the plates down to call out an enthusiastic greeting.
 
“Dobroye utro! I made breakfast!” Alena’s grin never left her face as she looked upon her roommate, mostly since the athlete’s brain promptly frazzled and shut down on seeing what she was wearing. Well, more like the lack of what she was wearing.

Alena was not going to survive this year, she just knew it.

The Russian mumbled a greeting to her roommate at her own hello, quickly sitting and focusing on her plate in an attempt to hide the furious red splashed across her face as well as respect the other girl’s privacy. Alena was sure that her roommate wouldn’t be so comfortable if she knew just how the bare flesh affected her. It was only when the other girl thanked her and offered her name did Alena dare peek up, making [i]very[/i] sure not to look anywhere indecent. She finally managed to give her a grin back.

“Alena Rurik. The pleasure is mine!” The rest of their breakfast passed quickly, with Aoife returning to her room to probably get into her uniform. No doubt it looked much better on her than on the ‘amazon’. Once the dishes were washed Alena hesitated on if she should go ahead of her newly introduced roommate but ultimately concluded they had not asked her to wait, and she didn’t want to come off as creepy. So with one last smooth to her skirt Alena retrieved her jacket and book bag before making her way out the door and further into the campus towards the assembly hall. She hoped Aoife didn’t get lost, she seemed nice.

The best part about the beginning of the year assembly was being able to see everyone again. While there was the picnic earlier on in the week not everyone had made it, which made it all the more exciting to see everyone on walking into the large hall. Of course the first person she spotted was Wren, which immediately had her averting her gaze. After this morning’s dream she’d rather not think about cheerleaders. Jacob was near the front, prompting an immediately response of Alena’s spine becoming the straightest part about her. She gave a crisp nod to her Commander accompanied by a lopsided grin before her eyes resumed scanning the assembly to pick a spot where she wouldn’t block the view of anyone, but still be sufficiently near the front. A spot in the middle where the occupant behind appeared to already be dozing off would suffice.

Alena really, really tried to give her all to pay attention to the assembly, if only for her friend’s part in it. Despite her height she doubted Acacia noticed the giant grin she cast her when the other girl’s gaze happened to come near her section. She was probably too focused on giving a proper speech, driven – she admired that about her! What the redhead didn’t admire was what felt like a subtle poke in the back of her head, like a fat fly flew into it only to flip over and land in her lap. Green eyes stared at the grey bit on her skirt in confusion, but when another ‘poke’ hit the back of her head the tall girl finally turned only to find Connor further back, and waving to her.

And licking his lips.

Not for the first time that day Alena turned red across the bridge of her nose at the display, purely from second hand embarrassment, and a little bit of trying to keep her laughter in. Connor would never know though, it would only encourage him! Instead in an attempt to divert her attention Alena subtly - as subtly as an ‘amazonian’ could anyway – pointed to the side of her face to mirror a smear of what was no doubt breakfast food to Connor. She was all ready to smirk triumphantly just for Connor to once more start to licking.

[i]Honestly![/i]

This time Alena had to bite down on her tongue to stop from laughing, and quickly turned her attention back to the front before a teacher took notice. Most of it went in one ear and out the other despite her efforts.

When the throng of students were finally able to leave Alena stood quickly, smoothed her skirt out and gave one last wave behind her to Connor and some of the team before hurrying to try and intercept the senior Student Council members. They were cheaters however, and didn’t have to wade through a veritable sea of teenagers. While it may have been entirely possible to strong arm her way through them it wasn’t a very nice thought. As such Alena arrived behind her quarry, though her eyes immediately locked onto the back of the girl’s uniform as she crept up on her.

“President!” With a swift motion Alena’s arms were around Acacia and lifting her right up off the floor in what could only be described as a bear hug. She was very careful not to lift too far and give anyone a view Acacia did not want to give – Alena would have to [i]maul[/i] anyone who looked, if only to save Hayden the trouble. “You performed your part well at the assembly!” It was only after saying her piece that the athlete lowered the other girl to let her back on her feet, a broad grin stretched across her face. That is of course when she heard and took notice of their new teacher, who didn’t seem quite as chipper as her. Alena smiled sheepishly, bowing her head and trying not to appear too tense.

“After class we should catch up, President.” The Russian added on in a quieter, more respectful tone. She gave Acacia one last pat on the back – careful of her strength, as always - before venturing to the back of the class. While most normally sought out these sights to stay out of sight Alena required them purely so no one’s vision got obscured. It was likely not even a thing to worry over, but so self-conscious was she of her height that it seemed the thing to do. It took some uncomfortable shifting of her long legs, a bang of her knee against the bottom of the desk and a muttered Russian curse before Alena was comfortable, book bag at the ready as she gave her full attention to their instructor. It was the least he deserved.