begging you, please don't go {mariah}

[jae kwan choi]

mister choi !

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hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand
still ill never understand why you hang around
i see whats going down

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The whole situation had started innocently with a young admiring model coming after class up to Jae's desk to ask him about a paper on design. She seemed a bit nervous as she walked to his desk, eyes lowered to the ground and out of habit pushing a few locks of blond hair behind her ear. These little signals were what caught the teacher's attention at first, looking up from his writing and suddenly feeling a fog that had blinded him beginning to disappear. A thought struck him with a large force that his face was first blank before a sinister smile curled across his lips. Seeing the smile the girl blushed lightly, obviously another girl that had a slight crush on the older man. Crushes like these though were all part of phases, and more an admiration that usually disappeared once the girl had a revelation that the feelings wouldn't be returned. The problem with Mr. Choi was he wasn't the part of the faculty that would simply be flattered and move on. He took complete advantage of feelings like this and twisted them in his favor.

Standing up he must have alarmed the girl as she winced and took a step back. With a smoothness that only someone with experience acquired, he walked around his desk in his shiny leather shoes and gracefully was in inches of her. With no regard of personal space he let one of his hands leave his side and run over the girl's cheek, briefly helping her pull a few strands she missed behind her ear. Letting his other hand move around his waist he pulled her closer, his dark eyes growing soft but full of lust. While he caressed her he leaned his head by her ear and softly whispered a few seductive words rolled in velvet. It could have been along the lines that he has seen her look at him in a different way, maybe a compliment on how she was accessing faster than the others, or just how her features made his heart ache. Whatever he whispered temptingly into her ear, she dropped her books and let her amber eyes look up into his own.

The next actions were a whirlwind, the whole time though Choi was in control. Bringing his hand that hand been gently hovering over her cheek he rose it to the back of her head and than crushed his lips into hers. The older man tended to be a little rough but the girl didn't seem to care as she wrapped her own arms around his neck. He only pulled off her lips for a second before going in for another, his hand that had been on her waist finding it's way under her shirt and touching her warm skin. The two continued this rough behavior, pressing into the student's tables and then feeling each others back's pressed against the cool linoleum floors. The girl's shirt was peeled off hastily and only in her black bra the older man began to unbutton his blue striped collared shirt when he heard his beeper vibrating on his desk. Hair messed up and trying to catch his breath after all the commotion, he was in no position to make an emergency meeting of any kind. At first ignoring it he looked back to the girl smiling, allowing a few kisses on his shoulders and neck while he unbuttoned the first row.

The beeper wouldn't give up though, vibrating like a madman on his files on his desk. The mood nearly being ruined he sneered with annoyance while looking over at the little gadget. By the time he turned back to the girl though another handsome smile was on his face, pressing his finger on her lips as if to tell her he'd be one moment. Getting up he walked over to his desk, nearly tripping over his leather belt and pants which he had taken off in the chaos. Picking up the beeper he turned it around so he could see who was trying to reach him. 'Mariah' was printed out and it usually was the small warning he got before she tracked him down into his office or classroom. “Damn it,”

[/color] he growled, his face contorting into a snarl. He had been having so much fun and it was all being ruined by that cash cow. Looking back at the girl his face didn't hold that same sweet expression he had easily worn. “Get your clothes on, I have business to take care of, unfortunately.”[/color] Sensing his rather cold and hurried tone, as well as seeing the hurt features on the girl's face he quickly added with a little bit more gentleness, “We'll talk tomorrow, love, I promise.”[/color]

Obliging to his request, the girl got up, probably feeling a little bit used. As she gathered her shirt and ruffled her hair, Jae at the same time pulled up his pants and got his belt, pulling it around the loop. Buttoning his shirt he frowned as he looked towards the door knowing the writer would step into his fortress any second now. Walking over to his desk he cleaned the paper's that had been messed up to look straight and then opened a drawer to pull out a small note card sized mirror. Looking at his hair and face, he wiped off any sweat and pushed his hair to leave no evidence of what happened behind. By the time he was done the student had finished redressing and had picked up her books. It was real a pity he couldn't finish his fun with her after grooming her for so long. Oh well... there would be other days. Maybe if he was lucky this appointment, that he must have forgotten, would be quick. Putting his hand on the girl's back he began to walk her out seeing a glimpse of dark hair entering his classroom.

“I really can't give you a better grade on the report, sweetie. Not even an idiot would mix up the terms like you did after looking through the vocab I assigned.”[/color] It was his little cover and he was happy to see the girl nod her head, confused but playing along. “I'll see you tomorrow than.” With that the girl walked past who Jae had suspected was Mariah, giving her a suspicious glance, and escaped into the hall. After that little toy was gone he turned his attention to Mariah, wondering what she had for him today. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[mariah grace fergusen]

and it's like, it feels like as if somebody
was gripping my throat and squeezing and...

If anyone wanted to guess what Mariah's mind was like, they could easily glance at her bedroom and figure something out about how she ticked. Her room was mostly bare, no posters were stuck to the walls, nothing was written anywhere. No posters proclaiming a political stance, nor crying out about which bands she like, and none spoke of how she viewed the world. Her bed sat in a corner near the window, made up neatly but not precisely. The rest of her room was a torrent of papers and random desks. She had three in all. One, a flimsy wooden one, held stacks of books, random ones yanked off the book shelf that sat in another corner of the room, opposite of her bed. The second one was an old oak desk that used to reside in her father's old law office, it held stacks of notebooks and notepads, and journals, and stapled together stacks of papers. The thrid and last desk was a large dresser, with drawers along the front of it, but the drawers were just shoved full of random papers, written on them were just random thoughts.

Right now Mariah was busy messing with the second desk, the one that held most of her finished materials. At least three hundred notebooks and everything in between sat on the desk, many old and roughed along the edges. She barely even opened them and she glanced through them. It was like looking at a photo for Mariah, all those memories would rush back to you just by looking at an image. For her, just reading a few lines threw the story back out into her mind, the story exploding into her mind, reminding her what was in it. Her father was waiting downstairs to take her to the school, she left most of her writings at her home instead of at the dorms. She didn't like the ideas of any of her roommates reading anything she wrote. With a rough sigh, she finally found the three notebooks she wanted, and with a quick run of her fingers through her bangs she headed out the door.

Her father stood near the side door to the garage, twirling the car keys on his fingers. It seemed like he took more interest in what Mariah did then what Livvy did. Probably because he had to taxi the younger twin back and forth between the school and the house. Her fear of driving was getting a bit out of hand for him and Mariah knew that sooner or later she'd be shoved out of the nest to see if she could fly. Mariah feared that the day would be approaching faster and faster now that she was making her own money. She smiled gratefully at her father as she turned the corner. "Ready to go, Rye?" He asked, giving her a small smile. He used her childhood nickname to cheer her up a bit. Her face was deadly serious as she walked towards him and gave him a small nod. Her lips were drawn tight as she contemplated on whether she had grabbed the right notebooks.

She climbed into the passenger side of the car as her father got in on the drivers side. She quickly opened the notebooks and looked through them, her eyes quickly darting over a page before she flipped to the next page with almost savage intent. Her father just nodded and started the car. She was sure that Mr. Choi would find something wrong with everything she wrote, but she hoped that she had picked something that would have fewer 'mistakes' then usual. She gritted her teeth. Her own self-critiscim made her feel like crap already. With Mr. Choi's piled ontop it just made her feel nearly worthless, but she kept at it. And she would keep at it, even if Mr. Choi threw the last piece of straw onto her back. She was more stressed then usual. She usually just had to put up with 'friends' who found it comforting to confide in her, now she had Mr. Choi beating her with the vocal stick nearly every time they met up. She could barely get up in the morning without the thought that it was quite possible she was a failure at everything she tried.

She had tried to have a relationship with Aaron Cherry, that had failed miserably because she didn't open up to him enough for his liking. That then caused the failure of her first love, music. Her own self-confidence crushed by one guy deciding he couldn't take the fact that she feared having her feelings torn apart by the savage talons of lov'es tragedy, she had music torn asunder from her. Signing and playing in front of a crowd took confidence, when Aaron split up with her that had dissapered. Now that she had writing to do she feared that Mr. Choi would do something close to the same that Aaron did, just in a different fashion. What if he killed what made writing the escape she needed? That would be... horrible. She would have no escape then, she would be trapped she would be...

"Here," Her father said, his voice slowly drifting into her thoughsts. She shook her head slightly, her curly dusky brunette hair bouncing slightly. "I'm sorry, what Dad?" She asked, relizing that the car had stopped. "We're here, is what I said Mariah," He said with a small smile. "Better hurry." She nodded quickly and opened the door and climbed out. "I'll call when I'm done," Mariah told him, leaning down to talk to him through the open door. "K, have fun," He said with a small wave as she closed the door. She nearly let out a cynical laugh as she thought of having 'fun' with Mr. Choi. Her father sped off quickly, probably to get home and get some actual work done.

She sighed and relized she needed to page Mr. Choi before entering the class. She quickly did so, and with that, set off towards the classroom. It didn't take her long to get inside or find the classroom, it was where it always had been. She opened the door in time to find Mr. Choi walking some model girl out. She stepped aside to let the other girl out, not meeting the other one's eyes. Mr. Choi had said something to the other girl but Mariah didn't much care what they were talking about. She sighed slightly, knowing that whatever had been going on before she had entered had nothing to do with school work, or being legal. Once the girl had left, it was just Mr. Choi and her. Mariah took in a deep breath and worked up some courage. "I brought some of the writings I've been working on," She began, holding up the notebooks she had. "They're mostly completely, just need a bit of editing, and rewriting, and... stuff." Mariah courage finally fizzled out and silence filled the uncomfortable void in the room.

[jae kwan choi]

mister choi !

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hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand
still ill never understand why you hang around
i see whats going down

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The silence that filled the room once the young student left didn't seem to faze Mr. Choi, pretty comfortable in any environment. Actually while he didn't mind the city, he couldn't help but enjoy a quiet room to clear his mind. The young teenagers in his class knew that principle very well, never raising their voices above an 'inside voice'. Some even whispered because they were afraid to set off the teacher's short temper. The man was quick to close the gap between them, but not for the reason some would assume. Rather rudely he took the notebooks off her hands and then opened one, reading while he headed back to his desk. With his back turned he couldn't help but frown as Mariah freely listed the things that still needed to be done. He understood that writing was a majority of revision over and over again, but he was very impatient. He wondered if she herself would edit it, he would be forced to freshen up on grammar and spelling, or he would have to hire an editor and send it to him. Plopping the notebooks with only the gentleness needed so they wouldn't fall apart, he held one and sat on his desk.

With his body twisted to face her the frown was still cold and plastered on his face like concrete when she used the word 'stuff'. He liked specifics and was never fond of vagueness. Brown eyes now on her he didn't wait for her to get to his desk. “Well Miss Fergusen,”

[/color] he began, his tone already dark as foretold by how he referred to her, “It seems you have still a lot to do. Is this the first transcript? I don't mind seeing rough drafts, but I hope if I read through these there not all chicken scratch and kindergarten grammar.”[/color] He didn't seem to react to his own harshness, as used to it as the many students that felt the wrath of it everyday. The older man was happy she had a lot done, but he would not throw her a bone right away. No, definitely not. Mr. Choi wasn't the type of teacher or agent that gave you a cookie when you finished another page. Once the copies were sent out for publishing then he might give you a pat on the back. Until then, he felt being tough was the ideal way to make sure things flowed. If he let her go at her own rate it might be years before anything was done. He'd give her a good amount of time, and maybe a deadline that could always move down a month, but he wanted to see progress.

Letting out an irritated sigh he dropped the notebook he had been holding with a thud back onto his desk. “Just give me an idea on where you are right now, what kind of story this is, and if it's a long story or short. I can tell by your notebooks you have a lot, but for all I know a bunch of it is doodles and little pencil graffiti.”[/color] He would surely read them in time, but he wanted to get an idea so he could debate what to tell her what to work at. It wouldn't be like him to let her leave and not give her any homework. How productive would that be? Grabbing his cell phone out his pocket he began scrolling down the contacts. “I'd like to know Miss Fergusen so I can figure out if we need an editor. I trust your experience with good grammar and spelling, but these guys live off being grammar Nazis. You know what I mean?”[/color] The question was rhetorical, not expecting or wanting her to answer. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]