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Post by Sammy O'Scotts on Mar 31, 2008 17:05:54 GMT -5
Sammy heard the first bell ring. Oh, this was going to be good. Fifth period, chemistry. He had five minutes, and he was on the other side of the school. He picked up his pace to a light jog. Trying to keep his books in his hands. He got closer to his class slowly. It was hard to make the way through the crowds of students. And he could hardly move half of the time. He wasn't one to push or shove though, and he definatily didn't want to get into a fight, so he just waited patiently.
The door to the chemistry lab flew open only a few minutes before the bell rang. Sammy sat down at a table the teacher pointed to. His partner wasn't there yet. He sat there. Wondering who his partner may be. He didn't know, but he couldn't wait to find out.
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Post by Bekka London on Mar 31, 2008 17:22:02 GMT -5
Bekka was so unimaginably late. IT was laready ten minutes into the class and she was racing down the hallway to chemistry. Who needed chemistry anyways? Unless it was chemistry between a boy and a girl, screw it. Bekka's book bag slapped against her hip. She slowed to a walk so as not to hurt herself. Blue runners slapping agaisnt the ground and loose yoga pants flapping around her knees. They were green. A nice spring green.
Bekka finally reached the clas and knocked on the door. Slipping inside she went to the onyl empty seat. It was beside a young man with curly brown hair. She smiled gently and pulled out her chemistry book. Grabbing a pencil and paper she wrote a little note. I'm Bekka. She slid it across the table for the boy to take.
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Post by Sammy O'Scotts on Mar 31, 2008 17:33:20 GMT -5
Sammy smiled as an attractive yound lady sat down next to him. He looked her over for a moment then glanced back at the notes he had copied from the bored already. He couldn't help but glance at her as she took out her book and paper. He felt the paper slide against his hand and took it closer to him. Reading over it he smiled and looked at her with a grin and nodded.
He scribbled something down on the paper then he heard a throat clearing on the teacher. He smiled and looked down. Starting to copy down notes. He tried to hold down the laugh before pulling the note back out and scribbling down. No, you're pretty. I'm Sammy. He didn't want to come on too strong, but he didn't know what girls at this school where used to.
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Post by Bekka London on Mar 31, 2008 17:50:58 GMT -5
Bekka quickly pulled out a long piece of paper and proceeded to write out the notes. Pretty soon her scratchy writing was filling the page. All the info went in and out. She didn't understand most of it. No wonder she was in a class that she should have been in last year. Yes, Bekka failed chemistry last year. As she wrote down the notes, one eye kept zooming onto the boys face. He was cute.
When he slid the note across the table to her she giggled and clamped a hand over her mouth. The teacher looked up. "Sorry just something in my book," she said and ducked ehr head to pretend to write the notes. Looking at him she smield and then scribbled her reply on the note. Bored, what bout you? She absolutly hated chemistry. Sliding the note back over Bekka caught a wiff of his cologne. She crinkled her nose when he couldn't see. Her eyes watered. IT was the smae stuff her dad used to use before...
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Post by Sammy O'Scotts on Mar 31, 2008 18:18:44 GMT -5
Sammy smiled as she started laughing. He tried to hold back his own laughter as the teacher asked her, and her reply. He swallowed hard to try to stop the laughter. He started write notes. This class was so boring. No wonder he wasn't exceeding it. The teacher seemed to be monotone. He had a flat voice, with no expression.
He grabbed the note casually as she slid it across the table again. He smiled and nodded. He didn't want to write anything two picky, as if they got caught he didn't want to get in too much trouble. He looked and quickly thought up a reply what he wrote down. Completely. He said then tried to think up something else to write. He came up blank, then after a minute came up with it. So, why'd you sit here instead of with that girl? He asked then drew an arrow in the direction of a table with an open seat with a girl sitting at it.
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Post by Bekka London on Apr 1, 2008 17:29:29 GMT -5
Bekka shot a teasing glare at Sammy when he stifled a laugh beside her. She stuck out her tongue when the teacher wasn't looking. Continuing to write down the notes as he read her leatest reply or question. This class wasn't turning out that bad. Bekka decided she might jsut start to like chemistry. That is if it stayed this way.
Jess smiled when her hand brushed his as she grabbed the note. She read his first comment and met his eyes with a nod. So bored. Then when she read the other comment she looked across at the lonely girl. She had blue haired pigtails and glasses that made her eyes huge. That wasn't the reasont hough. With a little blush on her cheeks she wrote her reply. Your cute. It wasn't complicated or anything. Simple and to the point. Just the way Bekka was.
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Post by Sammy O'Scotts on Apr 1, 2008 17:47:35 GMT -5
Sammy smiled looking at the girl. He knew this girl probably would have been embarrased to sit next to her. But for all Sammy knew, that girl could be the sweatest one here. He wasn't one to judge. He smiled as he furiously coppied down notes. Passing notes with this girl was taking up half of his time, but he still had the same amount of notes. If not more.
He heard the teacher mumble something about chemical reactions, and how in a day, or today, they were gonig to do an experiment. But right know, he just wanted to do a little experimenting with the chemical reaction betweeen him and this girl.
He pulled the note back as she slid it across the table. He read it and smiled. She was pretty nice, too bad he handn't really heard her voice yet. Or her real personallity when she ddin't have to be so inconspicuous. He smiled at the note. Obviously you haven't looked in the mirror. Or else you would see yourself, and go I ain't anything near it.
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Post by Bekka London on Apr 1, 2008 17:59:14 GMT -5
Bekka looked up at the teacher when she started mumbling about experiments. Bekka imediatly did not like this teacher. He had a deep, angry sounding voice and was a little overweight. Okay a lot, probably around 300 pounds maybe 350. He had black greasy hair and puggy fingers. Bekka wasn't one to jugde right off the bat but she had to here. Looking down at her writing she smiled.
Her eyes flitted to Sammy's and she nodded with a smirk on her face. He had kept upto her. Bekka looked over at him againa nd her mouth quirked to the side. She wondered how old he was and decided to ask the next time she wrote on the note. Grabbing it off the middle of the desk she stopped when someone cleared a throat beside her. She smiled sweetly up at the teacher and handed him the note. Of course it wasn't the real note.
With a huff Mr. Varner went back to the front of the class and Bekka replied to Sammy's response. You sweet, how old are you?
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Post by Sammy O'Scotts on Apr 1, 2008 22:01:38 GMT -5
He smiled as she took the note. Then he saw the very plump teacher walk up and he tried to cough to catch her attention. But, it was too late. The teacher cleared his fat thoat and she handed him the note. He looked at her with apoligetic eyes. Then he noticed it wasn't the real note and he smiled. Oh, she was good.
He smiled as she wrote stuff down. Again furisouly moving his hands across his notes to try to copy all the notes that had been writen. He took the paper and smiled. Looking at her with a soft grin. Well, if I'm sweet your apple pie. 14 why? 'Bout you? he asked. Hoping she wouldn't think lower of him for being 14, though if she was in this class she couldn't be any older tna 15 or 16, or at least he hoped not.
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