Violet Rose
Characters: Latisha Lightfellow, Caesar Silverberg
Meaning: First Sign of Love
Time Arc: Flashbacks. XD
Flower Chosen By: Vegi. :D
Caesar--a 7 year old protegee--rolled his green eyes. He was getting sick of the class jocks calling him name when he preferred to stay in a quiet class instead of joining them in a rowdy game of soccer. It annoyed him to no end that they loved calling him names; ranging from 'bookworm' to 'hedgehog'.
...
He had now only realized they were calling him a various sorts of animals.
Calming himself down, he reminded himself that he had a class to himself. No annoying teachers to throw a duster nor a chalk at him or any jocks to tease him. It was evening; the sun was kissing the sky farewell, stranding a wide variation of colours among the sky--red, blue, pink and orange--it was a brilliant sight to lay your eyes on.
He tore his gaze away from sun setting when he heard the door opened. To his dismay, a group of athletes entered the classroom. His green eyes stared at the clock on top of the black board. It was still 30 more minutes before his father would pick him up from school.
Brett--from what Caesar observed--was their obvious leader of the pack. "If it isn't the bookworm..."
The red-head scoffed and looked away, trying to get them not to get under his skin. Apparently, there was no one to save him from this demise. There was only one girl present whom was sitting beside him. Asking a girl for help... Even Caesar had his pride...
"Hasn't anyone taught you that you should respond when someone calls you..?" Brett growled, irritated. His large hand grabbed the collar of Caesar's uniform, lifting him from his desk.
"Um.." A soft voice was heard. All heads was turned to the girl beside Caesar. "Brett, can you put him down..?"
He looked at her, his eyebrow arched. She looked at him, her greyish black eyes staring at him innocently. Heaving out a sigh, he let the red head down and walked away. "Fine.."
A small smile made way to her lips as she looked at Caesar; whom was suprisingly calm. "Are.. you alright..?"
"Yea." He nodded at her, "..thanks."
Blinking, she asked him. "Is your pride just hurt because you got saved by a girl?" He twitched and stiffened; she must have hit the nail right on the head.A giggle left her lips before she could hold back her laughter.
A light blush covered his cheek--though it was covered by his book, thankfully-- she sounded.. so adorable... "I'm Caesar Silverberg. Thank you for... ridding me of that nuisance."
She blinked, her eyelashes were more defined. "..'nuisance'..? Oh, you mean my cousin! He's ... always like that."
"Cousin..? Then, you're.."
"Mm-hm. Latisha Lightfellow, pleased to make your acquintance!" Grinning at him, he couldn't help but smile back.
~ EndLabels: Language of the Flowers
