An Alright Day

"I have a spare toothbrush if you want it."

Violet scrunched up her nose, turning to him. "Ew, I'm not using yours."

"It's new, unopened."

"Thank you very much, where's the bathroom?"

He pointed to the guestroom on the left. "There."

Violet placed the tea cup on the counter and moved to the room, she took in the state of the room to see that it was neat and the bed was well made.

Deon saw Violet's phone light come on just as he sat on the couch and his eyes moved to it. A message popped up from an unsaved number and it read; I'll come pick you up by six for the party.

Deon raised an eyebrow at the message, getting distracted when she came back.

"Hey thanks, I should get home to wash up."

Deon almost told her that she could do that here but thought better of it. "Okay..." he trailed off, trying to figure out how to ask her to come back in as subtle way.

Violet picked up her phone going through her messages as she picked up her bag from the couch. The message had her confused before she figured that it would be Cole because she had had everyone else's number saved. Maximizing the message, she replied, texting that she wouldn't be able to make it and that she would be busy by that time.

'What will you be doing?' a reply came back.

Violet rolled her eyes, ignoring the message, 'What's his business with that?' But she actually didn't know what she'd be doing by then, if she would be doing anything, she simply didn't want to go. The first and last time she'd gone was the previous year and she didn't enjoy being around so many people. Drunk people? Worse. And then they made her seem like a prude because she let them know that she doesn't take alcohol when they kept prodding. Maybe she was a prude however, she didn't like the 'you're so pretentious looks she had gotten, even from Lucy.'

Deon watched her frown and wandered what it meant.

"The movie is by Seven." He stood, following after her as she moved to the door. That was the method he had picked to let her know that he wanted her to come back.

"Hmm." Violet hummed, her mind not in the room, upset from the memories that filled her head. "Thank you for putting up with me." She smiled at Deon, a half smile as she stepped out of the door.

"No problem," he nodded.

"Bye." She waved, moving down to catch the elevator.

"So..." Deon closed his door once the elevator closed. "Huh." he wondered why he wanted to spent his free time with her. At first he shook his head but suddenly thought about it when he opened the fridge. "Do I really like her?"

Taking out some avocados from the fruit basket, he placed them in a plate and grabbed a knife. Her smile, her face when she was annoyed, sad and amused flashed in his head. But what made him really smile was the thought of how cute she looked whilst sleeping.

'Okay, so I do like her.' He took out a loaf of bread. 'What am I going to do about it?' His brothers words about staying away from his student flashed in his head and he smirked. "Maybe I will" Deon could tell she was an innocent little thing and a part of him wanted to have it, no actually he wanted to take and keep her for himself, an almost animalistic want. Then the other part of him wanted her far away from him, far away, for her own good. The latter part was the one that had won all week, he had opportunities to go see his brother with the little breaks he got when working and he thought about it. Not quite seeing his brother but seeing Violet with his brother as excuse. But he decided to bury himself in work and try not to think about her. That didn't work much and what made him give up was when Matthew called him on Thursday afternoon.

"Hey, are you doing this on purpose?"

A stressed Deon answered confusedly, "Doing what?"

"Not coming here."

Deon paused, not knowing how to answer the question.

"She comes to the office and I can see it in her eyes as she looks around that she's hoping to see you. Are you kidding me? What did you do to my favourite student?"

"Nothing," Deon smiled, happy that she was as tortured as he was. "Yet" he added, as his resolve to stay away from her waned.

"Ya, stay away from my students okay?" Matthew scoffed.

"Students?" Deon stood from his chair at the office, stretching as he did.

"Yeah, Emilia keeps asking of you as well."

Totally confused, Deon frowned. "Who is Emilia?"

"See what I mean? Stay away from her too." Matthew hung up.

'Who the fuck is Emilia though?' Deon wondered in absolute confusion.

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2:00pm

Deon looked at the time as he worked on his laptop. He didn't intend to work throughout the week but he just kept thinking about her and the beast way to control it was to work. He wondered if she would come to him or go to the party with whoever it was that texted her.

On the other side of The Grey Area, Violet played a shooting game, trying to distract herself from looking at the time. Immediately she arrived home, she washed up and dressed up to leave but quickly caught herself. "Ah, even if I'm going, it's way too early right now, I should wait a little so I don't seem like I'm too interested. he may get the wrong idea." But then she asked herself, 'What wrong idea? It's not like I like him, I mean he's cool and I like spending time with him. We're friends."

Perhaps it was at the same time she thought this in the morning that Deon choked on the water he was drinking back at his house.

But Violet knew the characterisation of their relationship as friendship didn't quite fit. She didn't get nervous around any of her friends and she didn't have their smile and faces stuck in her head a lot. Neither did she want to be close to them as much as she did Deon. Heck, she only wanted to see them and only thought of them in school. So she decided to wait it out before going back 'a movie would be nice.' At two o'clock, she got bored of playing and tried reading but before long, she slept off.

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7:25PM

Deon figured she had chosen to go for the party and felt a tinge of disappointment but he shrugged it off, switching on his laptop again to work. Just as he opened a document, his doorbell rang. He paused, his heart picking up pace as he wondered if it was her. He stood to check the monitor and saw that it was her. His lips immediately stretched upwards.

"Hi." Violet grinned, holding two bowls of popcorn in her hand. "I'm sorry I'm late, I slept off, to apologize, I brought popcorn." She entered when he stepped aside.

"You're not too late." he closed the door behind him.

"Ah, what's the title of the movie."

"The police, devil ...." When Violet raised her eyebrows as if to ask what the fuck that was, he continued. "...or something like that."

"Okay, as long as there's blood, whatever." she handed him one of the buckets of popcorn.

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"Did you bring the popcorn for me or is it for yourself?" Deon asked when she dipped into his bucket for the fifth time.

"Hehe." Violet smiled, turning away from the movie for a second. "For you of course. You're not eating it though."

"I am, I'm just not a fan of–" Before he could finish, Violet grabbed the bucket from his hands.

"Okay, what do you want next time? I'll get it for you." she turned back to the movie, engrossed in it as the man in black rain coat stabbed another victim in an alleyway.

Deon was amused at the fact that she grabbed the bucket before he even finished his sentence but heiked that she asked about next time. Deon stared at the TV, he wasn't really a movie person what he was, was hungry so he picked up his phone to place an order for pizza.

"What type of pizza do you like?"

Violet gave him a flat look. "I don't like pizza."

Deon was quiet for a few seconds before shrugging. "Right?" He scrolled on his phone. "It's really over hyped."

"Right?" Violet scoffed. "Glad we agree on something."

Deon chuckled, not surprised that she didn't catch his sarcasm when the better half of her attention was on the TV.

'She doesn't like pizza.' he shook his head. "So what do you want to eat?"

"I'll take one chicken pie and ice cream."

"What type of ice cream? Chocolate?"

"Ew." she gave him a brief look of disgust. "Vanilla please."

Deon blinked twice. "Chocolate isn't that great either," he stated in a monotone. He wasn't a big fan of chocolate but almost every female he knew liked chocolates. 'Alien? Wouldn't be surprised, she's strange.'

"It's alright just not my cup of ice-cream." She chuckled. "Whaooooo." Her eyes widened when a fight scene broke out on TV.

Deon accepted his fate that she wasn't going to pay attention to him from then. Ten minutes later, their food arrived and he stood to get it. He got the food, thanked the delivery guy and closed the door behind him. Before placing the food on the table. "Hey food is here" he said but she only nodded, her concentration not breaking.

Deon sighed, knowing that she wouldn't touch it until that scene was over. He opened the lid of the ice cream, putting the spoon in it and placing it in her hand.

"Thank you." she nodded, not looking at him still.

Deon felt bad for himself, he'd never been ignored like that before and he was the one who suggested the movie. He didn't know she was the 'fixed scope of concentration' type.

Two minutes later, the movie ended and Violet smiled, turning to him. "Wow, do you have more movies like this?"

'Yes' he thought. "No." he said.

"Not even one more?" she smiled sweetly.

'I have a couple more' he thought. "No, will get more."

"Aw, this one was really good though." she took a bite out of the chicken pie.

"Do you want to try this?" he helped up a slice of pizza."

"No thanks." She shook her head.

"What type did you try that made you dislike it?"

"I don't know but it tasted like pineapples."

"Ah, you've been done a disservice." He laughed.

"Why?"

"That's not even real pizza." he shook his head.

"What is then?" She finished the cup of ice-cream.

"Try this one." he handed her a slice.

"Neh, I'm good."

"Oh you're one of those people that are set in your ways, not trying new things."

"I'm not!"

"Sure." Deon nodded, retracting his hand.

"Ugh. Just give it here." she stretched out her hand.

"No way, you give in to peer pressure fast." he smirked.

"It's only because you're right, I only tried one flavour, I should try another." She admitted.

"Okay." he handed the slice over to her.

Violet took it from him and chewed. "Hmm." she kept chewing.

Deon smiled. "Hmm what?"

"It's alright." she shrugged, finishing the slice.

Deon squinted at her, trying not chuckle at how fast she finished the slice but still said it was 'alright'. "Alright." He took the last slice, leaning back in the sofa and taking a small bite out of it. Before long, something caught his eye from the side. Deon turned to see Violet stretching out her hand. He gave her a satisfactory smirk. "What?"

"Pizza." she said but it came out sounding like Pisha because of her pout.

Deon cocked his head to the side. "You mean this 'alright' slice?" he mimicked her.

Violet smiled sweetly at him. "Yes."

Deon reminded himself to not be moved by her smile. "No." He took another bite. A moment later, his reflexes kicked in as he caught her reaching for the slice in his hand and he stretched it far to the right.

Violet took it as a challenge and reached for it, moving away from the edge of the couch towards him. Giving that he was taller than her, his arm proves hard to reach so she reached across his thighs, having both of her knees on either side of him. When his hands moved upwards over his head, she huffed, following it. All her hard work paid off when the tension in his arm released and she caught what was left of the slice.

"Ha!" she shouted for victory, holding the slice in both hands and looking at Deon in triumph.

Deon on the other hand had given up when she straddled his lap unintentionally. Suddenly his pulse quickened and her sweet scent flooded his nostrils. He judged it better to give her the slice, he was going to anyway. Although he was going to drag it out just to tease her, he changed his mind when she drew closer to him. His breath caught at her triumphant smile and the fact that she let herself relax so she was sitting on him.

"I win." She grinned but all Deon could think of was how soft her skin felt through his jeans and how wet her lips were. All he had to do was reach for her and ....

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