life lessons -felicity-

[benjamin lee dyre]

<sup>Benjamin often flirted with students. He was pretty underhanded in the fact that he could pass flirting off as anything he wanted to. Hell, he was being paid to stir up trouble, why not get a head start? Benjamin was a great actor. He always felt the need to do things perfectly. So here he was, at a boarding school, "teaching" kids crap he really didn't care about. It sucked that they had forced him to learn at least something about the subject he taught. Ben thought it was just hilarious to hear these stupid kids talk about how they were on some island they don't know the name of, but they had no idea. He knew everything. Ben knew why they were here and he also knew that the lives of these students was one of the highest rated television shows in the world. Oh well, Ben didn't really care about the students as long as the ratings stayed up. He could deal. The higher the ratings, the higher the pay. Man the world worked in perfect rotation.

There was one student in particular who had caught Ben's attention. A young dancer. She was in one of his classes, but he hadn't really noticed her until he saw her outcry on aim. That had been the breaking point. Ben, being adept in studying people and reading into what they are trying to convey, decided that this girl would be his perfect target. At first Ben had thought of doing something other than romantic interaction. He knew that Em would be watching it and no doubt she'd be pointing him out to his daughter. Ben grimaced at the thought of Jenna seeing her father hit on school aged girls. It wasn't exactly the kind of role model that Ben needed to be. He knew more than anyone that he should not be on this island, taking advantage of girls... and boys. Ben knew good and well his place was back home where he could take care of Jenna and at least try and be a good father. But, naturally, the wilder side of Ben always argued that he needed more out of life than just a family. He was convinced that he needed drugs, sex, and passion.

Ben's cellphone rang in his pocket. He sighed, fishing it out and flipping it open. "Ben Dyre. Go." He smiled as a tiny voice greeted his ears. It was high pitched and female. "Daddy, I see you on TV!" Ben went rigid. listening to his four year old daughter ramble on about watching the show and spilling coke on mommy's floor. He could hear Em in the background, complaining about how Jenna should have been more careful. He was being watched. Ben hadn't expected GHOST to hone in on this action, but he had no doubt that Felicity would be part of prime television and he would be hitting on a student in front of his daughter. Great. Ben came back to his senses when he heard Jenna exclaim, "Mommy, it doesn't matter if I spill coke on your floor... it's already dirty." Ben grinned. He had taught her well.

"Jenna, sweetheart, Daddy has to go." Ben said in a soft tone he would only think of using for his daughter. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" He hated goodbyes over the phone. Jenna had started to cry, which meant that Em would be coming on the phone. "Don't have time to talk to your daughter?" Em said, causing Ben to sigh. "Not right now. I've got... work to do." Ben didn't bother with formal goodbyes with Em, he just hung up. He shoved his phone back in his pocket, waiting for his unsuspecting student to arrive. Good thing he didn't have the phone on speaker. He didn't want to risk someone overhearing.</sup>

[felicity mae dubois]

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Felicity couldn’t comprehend what had happened. She’d gone on aim in hope of something to do, and of all people, a teacher responded to her cry for help. Mr Dyre was definitely not hard on the eyes; many students giggled and whispered and huddled together when he walked past in the halls. He was a young man, definitely classified as handsome and intelligent, yet there was something darker. To the untrained eye, he would simply look like one of those teachers who longed to be something more exciting, and not having to teach a bunch of silly teachers. But Felicity had been trained to have an eye for detail. When dancing, it was very important to have the right look on your face. If you were doing a romantic piece, you must look in love. If you’re doing an angry piece, you must have a look of determination on your face. If you’re doing a sad dance routine, well, you get where this is going. It was amazing that after all that, Felicity was still a horrible liar.

She didn’t know what he wanted. No teacher in their right mind would come on to a student, yet that was what he was doing. Felicity knew flirting and what would come of it, and her heart raced at the mere thought that he was interested in her. It wasn’t like she was much different from any of the other girls here. Sure, she was French, and had an amazing body (so she’d been told; she didn’t believe it) but she wasn’t any more mature than they were. It was driving her mental trying to figure out what was going on, but after a while she decided to just go with it. It had been a while since she’d been with some one in that way, and it wasn’t like she was going to deny the opportunity.

Getting to her feet, Felicity fluttered around her room, feeling the adrenaline pump through her vaines and her brain work at a speed of a million thoughts a second. What was she going to do first? Looking down at her simple t-shirt and capris, Felicity knew that she’d need to change. But first, she decided, it was time to have a shower. Warm water on her skin always relaxed her, and relaxation was exactly what she needed at that moment. Anything to make the trek down to where Ben was easier. Hopping into the shower, she scrubbed herself down and washed her hair, wondering when would be the best time for her to get there. She didn’t want to get there too early in fear of looking desperate, yet at the same time she didn’t want to get there too late in case she missed him or he grew impatient and gave up. Getting out of the shower, she decided that once she was done getting ready would probably be a good time to go.

After trying about a bazillion different outfits, she decided upon a sleeveless top and some dark skinny jeans. Couldn’t go wrong with that, right? Plus the shirt made her boobs look bigger than they were. Due to her skin-and-bones stature, it was hard to find shirts that really did that. Going back into the bathroom, she blow dried her hair and let it fall loosely down her back. For a moment, she stared at herself, thinking of how she shoulder loose a few more pounds so that she could fit back into those leotards she’d worn a few years ago. They’d felt nice on her legs, and she’d give anything to fit in them again. But before she got too off track, she felt around in her drawers and pulled out some makeup, putting enough on to look nice yet not enough to look like a clown. Ew.
Finally, after putting on some slightly comfortable high heels, she was ready to go. Taking a deep breath, she left her room and made her way down the halls, in the general direction of Ben’s classroom. On her way, she pondered how odd it was that she had so quickly adapted to calling him Ben in her thoughts, when only hours before she’d been considering him Mister Dyre. Or Monsieur Dyre, for occasionally she forgot she was no longer home. It always made her sad to have to forget about old routines for these strange American ones. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to all this.

It didn’t take long for her to get there, for Felicity was fairly good at remembering directions. She’d been there a few times, of course, but without the familiar rush of students, the darkened halls seemed almost eerie. The whole time she’d walked there she’d felt as if she were being watched, and on numerous occasions had to stop and gaze around confusedly, only to come up empty. What a weird sensation. She was used to having people’s eyes on her, when she danced up on stage, but didn’t like not knowing where it was coming from.

Taking another deep breath of preparation, she put her hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly, pushing the door open quietly and slipping inside, closing it behind her with a soft click. Smiling a small, simple little smile, she spoke with her thick French accent, ”I am here for my punishment, monsieur...”

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[benjamin lee dyre]

<sup>Benjamin hated the fact that his four year old daughter would be watching him seduce a teenager on television. He knew that Em would never let him live it down, but it wasn't like they were married anymore. Technically Ben could fool around with whoever he wanted to. Since it was his job to reek some havoc amongst the students Ben figured it was okay for him to do something like this. Besides, it wasn't like he had to have sex with her. It would be just a playful, flirtatious encounter. Ben was convinced that he knew what he was doing and how far he would go with it. All he had to do was let her react. Actually, Ben hadn't really thought about what he would do for a punishment. It wasn't like he was really trained to think of that kind of stuff.

Before long Ben heard the knob turning on the door. He raised an eyebrow as she walked in. His amber colored eyes followed her as she made her. The way Felicity moved was graceful, delicate. Ben could definitely see how she was a dancer. She had the legs for it, though they were covered by pants. He's honestly secretly hoped she'd wear something that might spark something in him... make him want to do what he was supposed to do. Ben leaned back in his chair, pushing a hand through his brownish-red hair. "Welcome, Miss Dubois." Ben said, making sure to emphasize the French sound of her surname. The fact that she seemed to be foreign helped a lot. "Take a seat." Ben said, motioning to one of the desks in the front of the room. For a moment Ben crossed his arms over his chest, waiting to see her reaction.

Ben finally leaned forward, resting his arms on his desk. He had to keep himself from looking around to see which of the cameras situated in the room was focused on them. Instead, Ben kept his eyes trained on her. If he didn't think about it, then he would just do his normal acting. "I suppose..." Be started with a smirk. "You know why you're here." Ben figured she knew the rough version of why she was there. Of course online Ben had to make it sound like he was punishing her for using profanity. Though Ben couldn't really care less what she said in public or who she said it to. "Since I do teach an English class, you can probably imagine you'll be doing some writing." This was really just coming off the top of Ben's head, but it was something and he was going to go with it.

Grabbing a post-it note from his desk, Ben stood and placed it on the desk he had motioned to earlier. "On this post-it note, write down your deepest desire. No reasons, no excuses for why it is... just write it down." Ben moved away from the desk, leaning against his own. This was sure to be interesting. Maybe it didn't seem like a punishment, but usually one's deepest desires turned into a punishment all to themselves. Ben was quite aware of this seeing as he had been a victim of it.</sup>

[felicity mae dubois]

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The way he cocked a devilish eyebrow as she entered sent her stomach into a sick turmoil. Gosh, she was in over her head. But she put on a brave face, if not for her, for him. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting from her, but she knew it wasn’t a big bundle of nerves and girlish giggles. Letting a small smile slide onto her lips, she stepped forward, one arm dangling at her side, the other clutching her opposite elbow in the classic shy-girl pose. Right about now her Grandmother would be lecturing her on posture, and how to remove the unsure look from her eyes and replace it with a fierce stare of a lioness. How she missed her family, no matter how strict and hard to bear they had been. They had been all she had, for her friends were barely so. They had been people who liked her status, and it hadn’t really bothered her until she’d had nothing at all.

She nearly swooned at the way he said her name, minding the french accent as if it were manners. Some people made fun of her last name, as if it were foolish to have a name that wasn’t American. Though it could be worse, she still missed her home. But she found that it was very.. exciting here. People acted differently. They let loose, and didn’t have some of the manners most French people had. They welcomed each other with hand shakes and pats on the backs, or even waves. Not the air kisses she was used to. Of course, they did none of these as the teacher gestured toward a desk across from his. Without uttering a word, she drifted over to the chair and took a seat, eyeing the young man curiously. What was in store for her, hidden behind those mischievous eyes of his? Would she later regret making the trip down to this classroom where so much could go wrong, yet so much could go right as well? Only time and patience would tell.

He watched her, arms crossed as if waiting for her to do something. What was she to do? She cocked her head to the side a little, watching with wide, childish eyes. Her lips were twisted in a small, ironic little smile that only someone up to no good would wear upon their face. Finally the man leaned forward, and she knew he would now speak and make things a little clearer. It wasn’t that she wasn’t clear on why she was there, she just didn’t know what he planned to make of it. He had her dead to rights, and there wsa nothing for Felicity to do but what he ordered. He was the authority figure in the situation, of course.

Oh, that smirk upon his lips was to die for! She bit back a wide smile as he spoke, straightening a bit in her seat as she pressed her back to the back of the uncomfortable chair. It was one of those irritating desks with the chair attached to it; why did they make these? Was there something wrong with chairs being detached? She had no idea, though knew it would be absolutely pathetic to make anything of it. So she remained silent as he spoke, his deep masculine voice sending unwilling shivers running up her spine. She wished she could completely disguise how he effected her, though she was sure he could tell, at least, that it was difficult for her to sit still.

Writing? Though it wasn’t her forte, she was sure she could do whatever he was planning on throwing upon her. She knew to just go along with it. She could see the gears turning inside his head, behind his eyes. What was he planning for her? What was his punishment for such a petty crime? Certainly nothing difficult. He knew better than that.

He got to his feet, and Felicity only had moments to spot the post-it note clutched in his hand before her eyes were unwillingly distracted by the ever-so-slight proximity as he came to the desk she was seated at. She crossed her arms across her chest and crossed her legs, lady-like, as he placed it down, letting it stick to the table top. Raising a curious eyebrow, she let him explain the instructions. Her deepest desire? How could a man ask a young woman such a question without expecting a self centered answer most likely pertaining to himself? She slowly shook her head with disbelief, cracking a smile. Reaching forward, she snatched the little piece of paper up in her fist and slid from the seat, getting to her feet. She wasn’t his height by far, but she was pretty tall, due to her long, lean legs. Shooting a flirtatious wink at him, she walked up beside him, where he was leaning against the desk. Facing the opposite direction, she plucked a random pen from the desk before leaning against it as well, mimicking his laid back position.

Looking down at the blank note, she tapped the pen against her full bottom lip, pursing them as she puzzled over what to right. ”But Ben, my love, it is such a broad question to ask...”

[/color] she murmured, looking up at him and grinning, covering her note as if hiding a secret, though nothing had been written yet. Giving a fake, over dramatic little sigh, she took the pen and wrote in fancy, clear cursive, ‘ To Be Beautiful. ‘ Gazing down at it for a moment, she sighed slightly with satisfaction before moving to stand in front of the man, holding the note up between two fingers.

”Is it not what every helpless teenage girl wants nowadays?”[/color] she said absently, raising an eyebrow at him before crunching the note up in her fist and tossing it to rest upon his desk. She no longer needed it. Cocking her head slightly to the side, she smiled and murmured, ”But that is not the answer you wanted to hear, is it, monsieur...”[/color]
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NOTES i was going to apologize for taking so long, but that would foolish. i think we all know im a bitch , so ... heh . i tried to make it a good one for ya . i actually enjoyed writing it . :]
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