She seems somewhat appeased by the time the bell rings and you have to part for your next class, which is good. Her reaction is somewhat exaggerated anyway, you know— she did miss you, but you're pretty sure she just wanted an excuse to hug you for longer than normal, too. You know she's grown somewhat dependent on you, but if she was so dependent on you that she couldn't let you go after just a day spent apart, you'd have to — well, you're not sure what you'd have to do. Stage an intervention, maybe. Or just quit school and stay at home all the time with her. If Sophia and— and Emma weren't here, then— well. No use considering that.
Chemistry is similarly interesting. You slide in beside Sophia, who blushes— actually blushes— when you deliberately brush up against her arm. It's a delicious sight, watching her already dark skin grow darker. Still, she doesn't back down. Even after having surrendered to you once already, she still pushes at you in class. It's hard to fight off your smile when she does. There's something almost relaxing about this familiar push-and-pull with Sophia, now that you know that when push comes to shove, she's willing to lie down and let you take over.
This is another relationship you could get used to, you think. Pushing comfortably at each other in public, and holding her down and having your way with her in private— yes. Yes, you're fine with that image.
... Not that you're there, just yet. You shouldn't get too far ahead of yourself. It's a nice fantasy, but if you're going to make it reality, it's going to take some work yet. She still thinks this rule only applies at your house, after all.
You float happily through the rest of the day. Sophia gives you looks through the day that stir something hungry deep in your gut, while you spend the rest of your time with Madison, basking in the warm glow she exudes whenever she's around you. Morning, lunch, and tutoring— if only she lived with you, you could basically claim her all day.
Things continue contently even after school. Looking at your finances, you're pretty sure that you can't actually afford to take Madison out anywhere very special just yet, even with the work you're doing now. Still, you can take her somewhere, which is more than you could do before you took this job at the theater.
Speaking of.
You're forced to apologetically cut short your study session with Sophia that day. She shrugs nonchalantly, looking down at her sheet— and, yeah, you are already nearly two thirds done. "It should be good," she tells you. "Don't make a habit of it, though."
This time, she doesn't throw a pillow at you when you steal a kiss before you escort her to the door. She does roll her eyes. Still, progress.
You head off to work, sticking your head in quickly to let Dad know where you're going. He gives you a quizzical look— you know what he's thinking; since when did Taylor get a job?— but you don't stay to give him an explanation, knowing that eventually he'll come to accept it.
It's a little after eight thirty when you arrive. You don't actually start until nine, but it's best to make a good impression.
Mr Harding greets you when you arrive. "Hello, Taylor," he says when you get there, still not even dressed in your uniform. "Thanks for coming in— Trent and David are both off sick for the week. This is off the books, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. It's illegal for me to hire you this late-"
You nod. "Yeah, I understand," you tell him. "Don't worry, Mr Harding, it's all okay. Just give me the cash tomorrow and we'll call it even." You grin at him, and he gives you a tired smile.
"Thanks," he says simply.
You do understand. The movie scene in Brockton Bay isn't doing too well. Movie tickets are a moderately expensive luxury, and with the town's economic crisis, not a lot of people are treating themselves. It's hard to afford yet another casual worker, especially when he can't be assured that the people he hires will actually do the work he needs them to. Unfortunately, it's just one of the problems that arise when gangs effectively rule large portions of the city.
You don't end up working the cash register tonight, busying yourself behind the counter getting all the food people order instead. Aiden handles that instead— a college-aged guy, working part time to help pay for accommodation, he tells you. By the time midnight rolls around, all you can smell is popcorn. Buttery, rubbery popcorn. Even when you walk away from the stand, it's all you can smell.
The movie finishes around one-thirty, so Aiden and you busy yourselves cleaning it up afterwards. Between the two of you, it takes a solid half an hour to get the theater presentable— not perfect, but good enough.
Thus, it's two by the time you two finish up for the night. Aiden offers to drive you home, an offer you gladly accept— you hadn't actually considered how you'd get home that late— and you stumble up to your bed, passing out almost immediately.
And then you wake up four hours later to the beeping of your alarm clock, swear loudly, and do it all again. You're tempted to just skip your jogging for the day and sleep in, get that extra hour's sleep, but— no, you need the exercise. It's not good to ruin your developing habits this early.
By the time eight o'clock rolls around, you're feeling thoroughly miserable, in the sleep-deprived sense, rather than the depressed sense. It seems everyone around you can tell when you finally arrive at school, because the first thing Madison does when she sees you is draw you into a hug. You pout against your girl, then try to hide your trembling lower lip against her neck. It's an awkward fit, but you manage. You wrap your arms over her shoulders, completing the hug.
"I'm so tired," you whine to her. "Maddie, I'm so tiiired."
"Poor Taylor," she coos. "It's okay. It's okay. You can go to sleep at lunch, if you want. I'll wake you up for class."
You groan. "That's not enough," you complain. "I just want to sleep nooow."
She pats your back sympathetically. "I know," she says placatingly. "But you can't. You can sleep now, and then you can sleep during tutoring, I'll work on my own today. Okay?"
You pout harder, letting out a wordless whine. "Fiiiine," you eventually manage. "But only 'cause you're so comfy."
She chuckles, blushing a little. "You're so sweet," she coos again. "Come on, Taylor. Let's go to class."
You wander around for the rest of the day in a sleep-deprived haze. Madison seems to find it cute, which is good, because you're pretty sure that if she found it annoying you'd have to push her harder than you're capable of right now to use her lap as a pillow. Or maybe not, but you don't really want to find out.
By the time tutoring finishes for the day, you're feeling a little better, mostly because you fell asleep on Madison's lap for the full hour and a half. She really does make for a comfortable pillow, you note. You make sure to give her a very thorough kiss afterwards, to make it clear to her how much you really appreciate it.
The nap leaves you just alert enough that you're capable of paying attention when Sophia comes over that afternoon. Which is good, because as it turns out, Sophia is wearing a different bra today— a thinner one, and a smaller one. It's not quite small enough for you to see her areola, but it reveals enough of her breasts that you're pretty sure it's meant to tantalize you. Or maybe she just doesn't have that many bras that cover her up. Who knows? Either way, you're glad that you're awake enough to appreciate it.
After your requisite "ten-minute" make-out session— today, it lasts for a solid twenty-three minutes— you get stuck into the assessment. It's honestly a little amazing how quick Sophia is to adapt to the material once you explain it to her. You revise your assessment of her intelligence a little— she's smarter than you gave her credit for before, and you hadn't thought she was dumb then. Honestly, you're not sure what her problem is. As far as you can tell, she just doesn't seem to be there half the time, and has no time to devote to her homework. It's weird.
She finally finishes the assessment up a little after eleven. Nearly ten hours of work, but by the expression on her face, you can tell she'd expected it to take even longer.
"Wow, Hebert," she says, looking down at the sheets of paper she'd written her answers on. "I have to admit, I'm actually a little impressed. You're a good teacher."
You hum. "You're just smarter than you give yourself credit for," you politely refute her.
She smirks and shakes her head. "Whatever, don't take the compliment, then. Look, I have to admit, this is actually a lot better than I thought this'd turn out. You definitely held up your end of the bargain." For a moment, she hesitates. Then she bites her lip for a second and leans back on your bed, causing her breasts to wobble a little. Releasing her lip, she continues, "Alright. What do you think about continuing this little arrangement?"
"Huh?" you ask intelligently.
Sophia gives you a condescending smirk. "This arrangement— you helping me out with Chemistry in exchange for this." She gestures down at her bra-clad chest. "We keep this up, you keep helping me with Chemistry." She pauses. "On a Friday, at least. I don't think I can keep coming three days a week. Tutor me on a Friday, I'll keep letting you perv on me. Sound like a deal?"
[] You can't do that. You'll apologize to Sophia as best you can, but— you have things around the house you need to do on a Friday, and they're too important. You gave them up this Friday for Sophia, but you can't do that regularly.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Sophia will be disappointed, but understands the desire to help Danny around the house. The sessions with Sophia will end. Will not provide any progress in mending the relationship between Taylor and Danny.
[] Hell yeah! You don't do anything really important on a Friday after tutoring Madison, anyway. It's one day a week you can't visit the clinic, but you're willing to give that up in exchange for having guaranteed access to makeout sessions with a shirtless Sophia.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Raises Sophia's Affection by 2. Lowers the chance to find Amy in the clinic during the second half of the week by 10%, but provides guaranteed access to makeout sessions with a shirtless Sophia on Fridays evenings. Sophia will do a bit better in Chemistry.
[] Push it a bit further. You'll agree— but only if she agrees to take it a little further.
— Success chance: Depends on how far you push it.
[] You'll do it, but only if she takes her bra off, too. Same rules as otherwise— kissing restricted to above the shoulders, fondling above the waist only. [Success chance: 80%.]
[] You'll do it, but only if she takes her skirt off, too. Same rules as otherwise— kissing restricted to above the shoulders, fondling above the waist only. [Success chance: 70%.]
[] You'll do it, but only if she takes her bra and skirt off, too. No touching below the waist, but her breasts are fair game for both touching and kissing. [Success chance: 50%.]— On a failure: Sophia will refuse, keeping the rules as they are. Sophia's Affection will decrease by 1. Taylor will still tutor Sophia on a Friday, and Sophia will continue to do a bit better in Chemistry.
You're also going to have to plan your weekend out. You know this, and you've been preparing for it— in fact, once Sophia leaves, you're planning on collapsing immediately to try and catch up on as much sleep for it as possible.
This is your first weekend in which you actually have disposable income. It's a big moment for you.
So what do you plan to do over this weekend? [Pick up to four options.]
You currently have enough money for four small expenses, or one large expense and one small expense.
[] You have a promise to keep— one that you rather think you might enjoy keeping. Madison has a particular fetish she wants fulfilled, in which she wants you both to share the same jacket while otherwise topless. There's a thrift store near your house where you think you can pick up a large enough jacket, and there's an outdoor cinema playing reruns of old comedies. Nobody will be there. It's the perfect place.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Costs 1 small expense. Raises Madison's Affection by 1, up to a maximum of 8, applied on Saturday morning. May result in a scene in which Taylor and Madison share a large jacket and Taylor fondles Madison in a public— albeit otherwise deserted— area.
[] You owe Madison an apology. A romantic apology, not a sexual one, although the lines are blurred for you two. She doesn't show it, but you know you upset her by skipping out on her on Wednesday. You're going to make it up to her with a date. A cheap date, yeah, but a date. [Please write-in a date you want to take Madison on. Keep in mind that Taylor only has a small amount of money. Any date should have expenses totalling only around $25.]
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General result: Costs 1 small expense. Results vary based on write-ins.
[] Your relationship with Madison has progressed a lot. So far, in fact, that you're willing to take it to the next step. Your relationship with Madison has been very sexual so far, but now you're going to take it to the next level by actually having sex with Madison. She's been a good girl, and you've been teasing her for weeks now. She deserves to finally have you show her how much you've come to care about her.
[] You're going to take her over to your house to do it. Dad's staying overnight, supposedly at work to have a meeting— in reality, you're pretty sure he's just staying overnight with a girlfriend. Either way, you have the house to yourself. You're going to fuck Madison in your bed, surrounded by your scent, surrounded by things your own. She's going to know— she belongs here. She belongs with you.
[] You're going to take her at her own house. You're going to have to gag her, probably with her own panties— it's not as romantic as you'd like, but you can't have anyone hearing. You're going to stay the night, and you're not going to tell Rick what you're doing. And then, you're going to fuck Madison in her own bed. You're going to take her, claim her innocence and her virginity, while she's surrounded by the reminders of her innocence.— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Raises Madison's Affection by 2, applied on Saturday night. Taylor will fuck Madison, focusing on Madison's own pleasure over her own— although she will be satisfied, too. Madison will continue down the path of falling head-over-heels for Taylor.
