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Post by Alexandria Duvell on Dec 30, 2012 4:31:22 GMT -5
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“… and so by the middle of the twelfth century, a vast majority of the gifted population were eradicated in this region…”
Alex quietly snuck into the class as the professor went about his lecture, still mentally beating herself up over being late. Nothing good ever came of tardiness –there were never any good seats open and the professor would always give you ‘the look’. She wasn’t surprised to find the entire front row occupied, and the second as well. The only seat open was in the back, right next to some kid that was already half asleep in his seat. At least it would be quiet in the back.
Once the healer took her seat, she silently rummaged through her backpack for a notebook and pen and attempted to catch up on the notes she missed. She scrawled the words that were written on the board onto her paper while trying to listen carefully to the lecture. Alex actually enjoyed this class, it was a good break from her other classes and she was truly interested in learning about the history of mutants.
There was a lot that could be learned about how mutants fit into “normal” society and how they came to be where they were now. But why did it seem like she was the only one who thought so? A majority of the class either had their eyes glued to the clock, to their phone hidden under the desk, or practically glued shut as they snoozed.
Alex gave a small sigh of relief once she caught up on the notes. Now she could relax and focus on absorbing everything the professor was saying. She even went as far as pulling out the textbook that no one bothered to bring to class, just so she could follow along and skim the passages for more background info. But as she slid the hefty tome onto her desk, she knocked her pencil to the ground and under her neighbor’s chair. Frowning, she waited for a moment, hoping that they noticed and would be kind enough to return it to her.
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Post by Seth Turner on Dec 30, 2012 4:52:03 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Death. Destruction. You should feel terrible to know what the great first mutants suffered through for your small semblance of freedom. Yes, feel guilty for getting the privilege of being locked away in some little school in the middle of no where. Where you can feel safe and protected from the big, bad world that once tore you apart.
Nothing else could be learned from this class, and Seth had already heard the same thing a hundred times over, only in different time periods. He slid down lower in his seat, glowering at the girl who was applying her makeup through the use of a small mirror in her hand. He didn't bring pencils or erasers or really anything to class, so there wasn't even anything to entertain himself. Looking around at the kid on his right, he reached over and snatched his eraser. The kid could barely protest, since he was already asleep. Aiming carefully, he chucked the eraser at the girl's mirror, watching with satisfaction as it flipped out of her hand and clattered to the floor.
"Miss Roberts, can I help you with something?"
The girl turned an unsightly shade of red. A shame, since the makeup she had been applying didn't go with red at all. As if Seth really knew anything about what colors went together. He leaned back in his seat with a stifled laugh.
"No? Then perhaps you wouldn't mind letting me return to my lecture?"
She nodded and the professor resumed his monotonous lecture. Seth barely kept back a groan. Now there was really nothing to entertain himself with. The door at the side of the room creaked open, catching Seth's interest. He craned his neck to see who was coming in late to class. Little Miss Perfect. If anyone was set on the path to brilliance and self-importance, it was the girl who was currently slinking to the back of the classroom. Late for once. The thought amused Seth to no end.
He waited as she settled into her chair, watching her for a time. It'd been two years since he'd first met her and while he hoped she didn't remember, part of him wondered if she did. Still, Miss Perfect just happened to be the best target to annoy. She was frantically scribbling on her notebook, probably writing down the notes that Seth hadn't even read. Just wait for the opportunity.
As she pulled out the uselessly large class textbook, her pencil fell to the floor and rolled beneath the next chair. The kid continued to sleep, completely unaware. Leaning, he stretched out an arm and lightly grasped the pencil, enough to slide it toward himself so he could pick it up.
Using the pencil, he tapped on his desk pointedly, turning to look over at her with what he hoped was an infuriating grin. Snatching a paper from his neighbor's desk, he scrawled out a few words and held the paper up for her to read,
'THANKS FOR THE PENCIL. IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT GIVE THE WORLD HOPE.'
She'd probably have a back up, but he had more plans than just kidnapping her pencil. Maybe hold it for ransom if she didn't have a backup though? Ransom was good… He needed money for a cheese burger after class.
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Post by Alexandria Duvell on Dec 30, 2012 5:26:43 GMT -5
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The kid next to her continued to sleep through the lecture and her pencil continued to remain out of her reach. Oh wait, someone else was getting it for her! With her eyes still on the professor, Alex leaned in her seat and stretched out an expectant hand, waiting for her pencil to be plopped onto her palm. But seconds passed and her hand was still empty. She finally peeled her gaze from the lecture and turned to see an all too familiar face with a maddening grin plastered on it. Of course he would be the one to pick up her pencil; who else but the courteous Seth Turner? Not.
She continued to watch him as he stole more stationary from yet another student for the sole purpose of sending her an agitating, and quite illegible, message. Really? How mature. Alex rolled her eyes as she reached into her bag and grabbed her spare. Honestly, what was he hoping to achieve? Who doesn’t carry around a spare pencil? Turning to a fresh page in her notebook, Alex neatly wrote out her response in large, legible letters.
“RESTORING HOPE ONE PENCIL AT A TIME. ALL IN A DAY’S WORK  ”
She lifted her notebook for a few moments as she watched the professor draw out a diagram comparing and contrasting mutant society from different regions of the world at various points in history. This would be good study material. Alex promptly flipped back to her notes and started copying the diagram, occasionally allowing herself a glimpse at her pencil’s captor. But as she wrote out her notes, she suddenly realized that Seth didn’t just have any pencil hostage, it was her lucky pencil. The one she’d used all throughout high school and up until now. The one that had carried her through many challenging exams and sleepless nights at the books. She needed to get that pencil back. But how?
She didn’t want to make the importance of that particular pencil obvious; what if he throws it into a toilet or sets it on fire? Alex narrowed her eyes as she once again flipped to blank page and began writing out more words for the infuriating boy to see.
“THIS PENCIL IS COOLER, LET’S TRADE.”
Alex held up her spare as she eyed her lucky pencil that remained bound in Seth’s grasps. Would he go for it? Most guy’s liked to have the “coolest” things right? Just in case, Alex began drawing up back up plans for the rescue of her dearest pencil.
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Post by Seth Turner on Dec 30, 2012 5:41:23 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
She looked annoyed. The plan was working! Seth had to refrain from maniacal laughter. Really, this wasn't cheesy Disney villain moment. However, boredom always seemed to push him to that terrifying and humiliating edge. And he always seemed to be bored. The situation was not encouraging. He leaned against the small desk, tapping the edge with the newly stolen pencil. He cracked a smile at her written response in her perfect handwriting. Figures. Everything with her had to be perfect.
Then she went back to taking notes with a new pencil and Seth was forced to trying and come up with a new plan. Everything was as juvenile as the pencil snatching, or even more so. He wasn't even close enough to really mess with her. The stupid sleeping guy was in the way. He glowered at the kid, but it seemed to affect his sleep very little and Seth gave up. The flipping of pages and the sound of writing stopped for a second. Seth looked up to see another message from Alex.
Grinning, he wrote out his own response, as sloppy as the one before.
'I COULDN'T. I'VE BECOME ATTACHED. UNLESS YOU HAVE A BETTER OFFER? I HAVE SUGGESTIONS IF YOU CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING.'
With the message being longer, he took the time and folded it into the form of a paper airplane. Nothing worked like the classics did. With his classic smirk intact, he let the wrinkled creation sail through the air. It clipped the side of her desk and ended up falling just beside her desk. Sitting back in his seat, he locked his fingers together and settled his hands behind his head to relax. This was sure to agitate her more than just a little.
Plus he had plans, entertaining ones. There was also the failsafe if necessary. The plan that could get him out of any class if the need should arise. Of course it also guaranteed detention for anyone involved, but that was just the icing on the cake. Getting Alex detention was Seth's new goal in life, until he could move onto something more challenging. Even the perfect could fall to his tricks, and her spotless reputation was begging to be messed with.
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Post by Alexandria Duvell on Dec 30, 2012 6:07:43 GMT -5
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It wasn’t difficult for Alex to gather that the boy was enjoying himself. She always knew that he could be troublesome, but it wasn’t until now that she became the source of his entertainment. Actually, after the incident in the forest some years ago, she thought that maybe his personality defects were a result of his volatile powers, and that maybe he wasn’t as unpleasant as the rest of the school made him out to be. But now, Alex was beginning to doubt that. She’d never heard of anyone whose powers had the effect of making a person so irritating.
It wasn’t until the power absorber’s paper plane hit her desk that Alex was dragged from her thoughts and back into history class. Although she was upset that she lost focus of the lecture while thinking about the mischievous boy two seats away, she reached down to the floor and snatched up his handiwork. She glared at the words as she read them. So he was now holding her lucky pencil ransom? She would actually have to give him something if she wanted what was already hers returned to her? Apparently he wanted to play difficult. Maybe she’d just have to hit him where it counts.
Again she turned to a blank page, this time ripping the parchment from its binding before inscribing her message. Perhaps a little trip down memory lane would make him grateful and more inclined to return her pencil?
“IF I RECALL CORRECTLY, YOU’RE THE ONE THAT OWES ME. GIVE ME BACK MY PENCIL AND I’LL CONCIDER YOUR LONG STANDING DEBT WITH ME SETTLED… HALF SETTLED, ACTUALLY.”
Alex’s patience was growing thin, so she simply wadded the paper up into a ball before tossing it at his head. She hoped he hadn’t seen it coming soaring towards his head. How could he not return her pencil now? By now, Alex had fallen so far behind in the lecture that she’d given up on writing notes. She just sat with her arms crossed, her glaring gaze fixated on the back of someone’s head.
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Post by Seth Turner on Dec 30, 2012 6:20:01 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Seth had been sitting in smug satisfaction when the crumpled paper had smacked into the side of his head. Disgruntled and more than a little surprised, he reached down and picked up the paper. Smoothing it out on his desk, he read the message twice. Once just because, and twice because he couldn't believe what she'd written. Dread curled around his stomach and yanked until he felt sick. His gaze was locked on the paper, frozen until he could decide how to react.
His eyes hardened and he straightened in his seat, fixing her with a blank stare. Glancing only briefly at the paper, he wrote out another message,
'AND HERE I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST A GOOD SAMARITAN. NICE OF YOU TO JOIN THE REST OF US IN THE MORE SCREWED UP WORLD.'
He pitched it at her and grinned wickedly, more to convince himself that he wasn't bothered that she remembered how she'd helped him. He didn't even want to remember. That night that he'd nearly died, but she saved him. She saved him and she was… she was nice even when she knew what he was and what he'd done to her. With a low huff, he stood up from his seat slowly, making sure to do it when the professor was turned towards his presentation. Making his way to the sleeping guy, he grasped the hoodie and shook the kid awake.
"You, move." He ordered quietly.
Startled, the kid stared at him. Seth smirked. "Unless you want to stay between me and my friend here. It could get mighty uncomfortable for you, if you know what I mean." Seth wasn't even sure what he meant, but the kid looked scared as all get out and packed up his stuff and hauled it to the seat that Seth had just vacated.
Seth settled into the new seat smugly, turning so that he was sitting sideways and facing Alex. He leaned in towards her. "I'm not much for paying off debts. You know, the usual back and forth and then people chasing me down to pay up is usually so exciting. And I'm really interested in knowing what you're going to do to make me pay up." He grinned at her.
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Post by Alexandria Duvell on Dec 30, 2012 6:57:08 GMT -5
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When Alex heard the sound of the paper smacking his head, the corners of her lips seemed to automatically turn up. She was also rather pleased with herself when she noticed him read her message for a second time. Had he forgotten? That idea was struck down when she saw the way he was staring at her. Was he… mad? The notion was a little confusing to Alex. Yea, in the days following the incident in the forest it became obvious to the healer that Seth was somehow bothered by her –which she also found perplexing. But that was two years ago, could he still be so upset with what had happened?
Once again Alex was too absorbed with her thoughts to pay attention to her surroundings. She jumped slightly in her seat when the paper wad hit her head, but quickly composed herself as she unraveled the wrinkled message. She raised a brow as she read the message, confused at how quickly the mood of their little game seemed to change. Apparently the last two years hadn’t done a single thing to improve his outlook on the world.
Alex looked up from the paper and watched Seth with bewilderment as he forced the sleeping kid awake. As the tall boy ordered the confused student to move, Alex shook her head and mouthed the words “no, don’t move” as she pleaded with her eyes. Apparently she needed to work on her “puppy dog eyes” because a moment later Seth had the kid practically scrambling out of the desk. And what exactly had he meant by, “it could get mighty uncomfortable for you”? Alex soon realized that she had other things to worry about besides Seth’s puzzling comments.
She couldn’t help but notice the way he sat, purposely facing her instead of the front of the class. Hopefully the professor would notice and say something. Not that Seth was likely to listen to what the professor had to say. Alex continued to stare at the board as Seth began running his mouth at her. She actually liked the little paper ball messages they had going, it left much less to be said and allowed her time to think of decent responses.
Well, what would she do to make him pay up? She hadn’t actually thought on that because in fact, she really hadn’t been expecting anything in return. But of course, she wouldn’t want him to know that. Not when he still had her lucky pencil. Speaking of which, where had he put it? Alex discreetly glanced around for the beloved object but it was nowhere in sight. Sighing in frustration, Alex opted to completely ignore his question all together.
“You know if you really wanted to talk to me that badly, you could have avoided all of this and just came up to me. Honestly, you never came across as the shy type.” Alex smirked after whispering her taunt, maybe getting under people’s skin was pretty fun after all. Or maybe just getting under Seth’s skin was.
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Post by Seth Turner on Dec 30, 2012 17:41:35 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Alex always responded in some mild way. Even when she was desperately trying to beg the sleeping kid to stick around and save her, she didn't say anything. She needed to learn to speak up and defend herself. Until then though, Seth was going to use her weakness to his advantage. She didn't want to disrupt class, because that would mean getting in trouble. Everyone knew Alex didn't get in trouble.
Seth stretched out in his chair and watched her with a self satisfied smile. She was stalling for time, looking over at the professor. Probably hoping the witless fool would step in and be her knight in shining armor. Seth glanced over at the professor who was animatedly answering a question. More like an idiot in tin foil.
Then it seemed she decided to talk. He listened with an air of disinterest. So she had some sort of backbone after all. Maybe she could be more fun than he had given her credit for. She smirked at him and he blinked, surprised. He hesitated for a split second, trying to shake off the thought that had sprung into his mind. She was not pretty, she was annoying. He repeated the mantra a second time, then narrowed his eyes with his own smirk playing on his lips.
He leaned forward toward her, one arm propped on her desk, and the other on the back of her chair so that there really wasn't anywhere for her to go. Unless she wanted to slide out of her seat, stand up and possibly have the professor get upset with her. "I didn't realize I was so transparent. It's true Alex, ever since that night two years ago. I haven't stopped thinking about you." He grinned at her wickedly and held up her pencil. "Now there's that debt to consider, but I think this would go so much better if you'd be a sweetheart about it and let it go."
Whatever she planned to do in retaliation, Seth was ready. He could handle Alex, even if she thought she was so high and mighty. She wasn't better than him, no one was, and it wasn't right for her to lord anything over his head. So she'd saved his life one time or another, it wasn't like she deserved a medal or something. Plus, he'd told her to leave. So really, this whole thing was on her… He stared at her defiantly, still leaning in close.
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Post by Alexandria Duvell on Dec 31, 2012 5:04:34 GMT -5
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Seth’s surprised reaction, though brief, was enough to bring Alex satisfaction. To be honest, she wasn’t really sure where she was going with this; toying with people wasn’t really her forte, sooner or later she’ll likely end up saying something completely stupid. Maybe if she just ignored him he’ll leave her alone, she’ll get her lucky pencil back one way or another. Alex straightened up in her seat and looked straight forward, ignoring the boy that she could still see in her periphery. Apparently, being ignored wasn’t a part of his plan.
Her expression lit up with shock as he essentially trapped her in her seat, leaning in so close that it would be impossible to ignore him. The two of them must have looked completely ridiculous right now. Alex could feel the heat rising in her face, not sure if she was blushing more from the embarrassment of the situation or because of the sudden closeness between them. She tried convincing herself that it was former.
Although she knew that he was just playing along with what she had started, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was a bit of truth in his words. Was she really on his mind so often ever since the incident? No, of course not. In fact, Alex had thought that he was purposely avoiding her since the incident. But wait, why did it matter anyways?
The sight of her pencil suddenly drew Alex’s full attention, she was tempted to snatch it, but of course, he’d be expecting that. So she continued to sit and listen as he went on about his debt, her gaze flicking from classmate to classmate, checking to see that no one noticed her little predicament. As for his “debt,” there was nothing to let go of, but so long as he held her dearest pencil captive, she wasn’t going to tell him anything.
“I don’t know, I’m kind of getting tired of being a sweetheart about things. I was thinking I’d try something different, you know?” Alex wasn’t entirely sure where she was going with this, or if it was even a good idea to go up against Seth like this. But what was there to worry about? They were in the middle of class, what could he possibly do? For some reason she couldn’t just leave it at that and felt the need to echo the words he wrote in an earlier message to her. “Do you have any offers on how to pay up? I have suggestions, if you can’t think of anything.”
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Post by Seth Turner on Dec 31, 2012 18:40:28 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
There was a moment that Seth thought she was going to make a grab for the pencil and he was half hoping she would. What he had planned if she had would be highly entertaining for him and the entire class. So to some degree, Seth was disappointed when she decided not to. Instead, she sat back, widening the space between them by just a fraction of what was possible. His gaze never shifted away from her, but hers darted around the room. She was embarrassed by this confrontation, and Seth was more than glad to be the cause. His grin widened and his grip on her pencil tightened.
The professor seemed content to continue talking about something or another. Seth was sure whatever his lecture was about, it was a complete and utter waste of time to try and listen. Of course, Seth thought that about every class. Just like the girl in front of him probably thought listening to a lecture in any class was a life or death matter. His lip curled slightly in distaste at the thought. How could anyone care so much about classes? For that matter, how could anyone cause so much what other people thought of them? Everything about Alex confused him.
"You, getting tired of being sweet? Now isn't that a change." His grin wavered for a second at the thought of her actually changing. If she wasn't sweet, what would she be? It seemed every time he'd ever been around her, she'd put up with his crap and wasn't rude to him. So if she wasn't sweet, would she be more like him? The thought bothered Seth more than he liked to admit.
"I can always think of something, sweetheart." He repeated the term of endearment again, emphasizing it just to make sure she caught it. She would always be sweet, Seth had decided that. Not that he cared, not even in the slightest. He leaned forward with a wide smile, so close that there were only a scant few inches in between their faces. "But something tells me that you won't like my ideas. How about you share some of your own?" He was purposely being slightly flirty, just to see if she would back down and feel uncomfortable. Any second he expected her to go flying from her seat, turning red, and then the professor might finally realize something was going on in the back of his classroom.
He set her pencil down on her desk, pointedly shifting his gaze so she'd realize what he'd done. He didn't care about the stupid pencil, and while that was technically the reason the whole conversation had started, he didn't feel like backing down. She'd taken his taunting comments and turned it into something more serious, that night two years ago. He might have started this, but that also meant he was going to finish it. After today maybe he wouldn't mess with again. After all, he doubted she would be entertaining for very long. The sweet girls rarely held his attention.
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Post by Alexandria Duvell on Jan 1, 2013 4:38:41 GMT -5
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Alex’s eyes impatiently lingered on the clock, as if watching it would make the last half hour of class go any faster. Never before had the studious girl ever wished to hear the sound of the dismissal bell so badly. At least this was the last class of the day, once that bell rang she could hightail it out of there and return to the solitude of her dorm room and possibly catch up on all that she was missing of this lecture. The professor’s voice whizzed through her head but none of what he said was sticking. And it was driving her insane.
Did he not have something better to do? Or someone else more worthy to be his target? Surely there was someone in this class that he disliked more than her; she’d never really done anything against him. Maybe it had something to do with Rini? Her roommate and close friend had a rocky relationship with Seth from the very start, to say the least. Anytime the two were in the same room the tension was almost palpable and more often than not, sparks would fly.
It seemed that the more Alex spoke, the more uncomfortable the situation grew for her. There it was again, that word. “Sweetheart.” To be honest she wasn’t entirely sure how the endearment made her feel. Surely it wasn’t his intention to send the butterflies in her stomach aflutter, so she tried to suppress that notion. Her face had already turned a shade of pink before he moved even closer to her, leaving such little room that she could feel his breath on her face. There was no way that she could continue to ignore him, not when he was that close.
Without even thinking Alex shot up from her seat, her chair making a loud grating noise as it was forced backwards. “What are you doing?!” She tried to keep her voice at a whisper, but it was pointless; everyone was turned in their seats, curiously eyeing the straight A student and the academy troublemaker. Even the professor stopped his lecture, standing with his arms crossed as he leaned against his desk.
“Mr. Turner, Miss Duvell, is there something you would like to share with the class? Surely your reason for disrupting my lecture is worth sharing.”
Dumbfounded, Alex stood and muttered a few unintelligible words, looking to Seth and hoping he would come up with something. Dealing with angry teachers and getting in trouble were completely uncharted waters for Alex. She was always truthful with her teachers, and respectable. But there was no way that she’d explain what had just happened, in fact, Alex wasn’t entirely sure if she knew what happened either.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 1, 2013 5:02:44 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Seth couldn't stop grinning and it was actually beginning to worry him. Smirking was okay, but smiling meant honest enjoyment, not just the twisted amusement he usually got out of these moments. He couldn't sit back in his seat, so he remained frozen, hovering over Alex's desk and right next to the girl herself. She was lasting longer than he'd originally thought she would. Maybe he'd have to reassess his opinion of her.
There was nothing better than making someone else feel uncomfortable. At least, not in Seth's book. Particularly when the only other option was listening to a Professor lecture. The only problem was, standing this close, he was beginning to become uncomfortable himself. No cliches were happening, but the tug of her power was drawing him in, making him sick to his stomach. He swallowed, hoping she wouldn't notice as he forced himself to stay put and not touch her. The allure of her power was stronger than any other. There was no other power like healing, it gave him such peace and he was able to keep it for so long. She'd lost her power for what seemed like forever to her. But to Seth it was gone in the blink of an eye and he was left empty. The high was so much better, but the crash was even worse.
He spent the better part of a minute convincing himself it wouldn't be worth it. Later he could go to something dangerous. Jump off a building, steal a motorcycle for a high speed joyride, or something else equally ridiculous for the adrenaline rush. Right now though, he'd have to wait patiently. At least he wasn't bored. Boredom always worsened the withdrawals, made it nearly impossible to restrain himself.
She bolted out of her seat and nearly yelled at him, though she was straining towards him like she thought she was whispering. He cracked an even bigger smile, standing back away from her now as she uselessly tried to salvage the situation. They had the complete attention of the entire classroom now. Seth couldn't have planned it better if he'd tried. And it wasn't him who had caused the outburst, it was the perfect child who'd never made a mistake.
The professor's voice made Seth finally look away from Alex. Share? Seth smirked. "Sorry Prof, I don't really like to share. Some things are… private." He smiled widely, clearly trying to insinuate something was going on between Alex and him.
The professor frowned at him. 'Mr. Turner, learn to share or I'll find another way to deal with you.'
Seth laughed, long and hard, before effortlessly hopping over the desk that separated him and Alex. Quickly slinging an arm around her waist before she could react, he drew her in close, till they were standing side by side. "I'm already taken actually, but I appreciate the offer."
'You and Miss Duvell?' The Professor actually looked disappointed. In Alex.
The entire situation just made Seth laugh again. The reaction of everyone in the room was priceless. No one would have believed it, if it weren't for the fact that Alex was the one who had made the scene. Now, no one was sure.
"She's a little shy about it. Don't listen to the denial."
'In that case, detention.'
"We've got plans."
'Then I'll be expecting you both.'
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Post by Alexandria Duvell on Jan 1, 2013 5:54:37 GMT -5
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Alex never liked being the center of attention. She wasn’t shy when surrounded by strangers, acquainting herself and making new friends came easy to her. But when all eyes were on her, it was difficult for the healer to think of what to say and even harder for to properly say them. Even so, Alex suddenly regretted being a timid idiot and giving Seth, of all people, the chance to “share” with the class what had happened. The moment she caught the connotation of his words, her jaw dropped and she looked at him in horror.
“I swear it wasn’t anything like th-” She tried to deny it, but was quickly interrupted by the professor’s threat to Seth.
Before she could try to salvage the situation, Seth suddenly leaped over her desk and took it upon himself to make a display of the two of them. There was no way that the situation could get any worse. Just as she was about to wiggle away from his hold, she froze, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth. Was he insane? No one would ever believe something so ridiculous.
Apparently the professor did.
Alex shook her head as she tried again to convince her professor otherwise. “Professor Hamil-” But she was again interrupted.
"She's a little shy about it. Don't listen to the denial."
“Don’t be ridiculo-”
“In that case, detention.”
“What? No!” Alex balked. Detention? Detention?! Alex was not the type of student that wound up in detention. How could her spotless record become marred in just the blink of an eye? There was no way she was going to let this go. Alex pulled away from Seth’s hold and marched up to the professor and was prepared to grovel at his feet if it meant getting out of detention.
“Please Sir, you can’t just throw me in detention! You know me, I’m not-.”
“You bet I can Miss Duvell, and I will. Now take your seat before I assign you two days of detention. You too Seth, get back in your seat.”
Stunned, Alex lingered in front of the professor for a few more seconds before dejectedly walking back to her seat. She couldn’t just sit back down and peacefully resume class as if nothing had happened. The amused looks of her classmates and their giggles and whispers were enough to make Alex do the unthinkable. At least, for Alex it was unthinkable.
Her face was a stone as she walked past Seth, purposely bumping his arm without a second glance or an apology. She quickly scooped up her backpack and jammed her belongings into it, but failed to notice that Seth had left her lucky pencil on her desk. Wordlessly, Alex headed for the door, blatantly ignoring the professor’s objections and threats for further punishment. Her perfect record was already destroyed, thanks to Seth Turner.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 1, 2013 6:06:37 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
And there it was. The complete horror over what was happening. Seth tried to imagine for a moment what it felt like to be less than perfect. Of course, he'd never been perfect, so it wasn't much of a loss for him. He smirked at her, listening to her attempt to deny it. The professor was almost completely ignoring her. In his eyes, she was proclaimed guilty and already long since sentenced to her punishment. What was a day of detention? To her, everything.
Even when she was protesting that it wasn't true, she still hadn't stepped away from him, and his arm was still slung around her waist. In fact, for a split second Seth could almost picture them together. He froze at the thought and then shoved it from his mind. What a stupid idea. Then she finally did pull away from him and his arm dropped woodenly back to his side. He watched her practically run to the professor, begging him to understand. If anything was more pathetic, Seth didn't want to see it. His mouth twisted in distaste. He'd expected to have more fun with this.
'Now take your seat before I assign you two days of detention. You too Seth, get back in your seat.”
To Seth one more day wasn't a big deal. Unfortunately, he was beginning to realize that Alex delt like her life was flashing before her eyes. All over a stupid day in detention. Surprising even himself, Seth took his seat, watching coolly from the back of the classroom. She was still hesitating, but then she was walking back towards her seat, towards Seth. There was murder in her eyes when she hit his arm as she passed. Seth stared blankly back at her till she passed.
Then she did something that Seth had been sure Alex would never do. She gathered her stuff and left the classroom, leaving the professor and all the students in a stunned silence. Seth stared at the door as he swung shut. He'd done it. He'd broken the golden girl.
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There wasn't an ounce of joy in the thought. His gaze dropped to the pencil and without thinking about it, he snatched it up and jogged down the center of the classroom and out the door. The professor didn't try to stop him. It wasn't like his attendance record would be any worse than it already was.
She wasn't that far ahead of him and he ran to catch up with her, turning quickly so that he stood in front of her, trying to get her to stop. He held out her pencil. "Well I thought you'd at least collect your prize. You just blew everyone's mind, you know that?" He stared at her, not really sure what to think of her anymore. He forced a grin. "I guess you aren't always sweet. So how did it feel? Breaking the rules."
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Post by Alexandria Duvell on Jan 1, 2013 6:39:01 GMT -5
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What on earth just happened? Alex quietly walked down the empty corridors, trying to figure out how a typical day in class ended so horribly. Wait. Could it have actually been her fault? She was the one who arrived late after all. If she hadn’t have been late to class, she wouldn’t have been forced to sit in the back of the room, where of course, all of the delinquents took their seats. If she would have been on time, there would have been a safe distance between herself and Seth. If she had been on time, one of the other thoughtful students that always sat in the front would have kindly returned her dropped pencil without causing trouble. From now on, she would arrive to each and every class five minutes early. No exceptions.
Alex was grateful for the silence and emptiness in the hallway. She already felt much more relaxed without the pressures of the professor, her classmates, and of course, Seth. She suddenly thought of the way he held her close to him and found herself smiling a little. Now that she thought of it, all that had transpired just minutes before was sort of funny. The two of them together? They would make a pretty odd couple. She tried imagining what it would be like to actually be dating Seth Turner. Alex found herself smiling again, almost giggling at the thought. It was pretty ridiculous, right?
She hardly noticed the sound of his approaching footsteps and was a little surprised to see Seth, once again. Although she was still a bit sour that he’d gotten her into detention, she realized that there was nothing that could be done about it. Professor Hamilton already announced his verdict and detention was now unavoidable.
Alex stopped when Seth placed himself in her path, looking up at him with a raised brow. When he held up her precious, lucky pencil, she couldn’t help but chuckle as she softly took it from him, “Thanks.” She knew what he must be thinking, ‘all that over a pencil?’ But she didn’t feel like explaining, he’d probably think she was even more insane for believing that a pencil brought her good fortune.
When he grinned, Alex found herself smiling a little too, trying not to stare. She liked him much better when he smiled. In fact, if he smiled like that more, it may even be impossible for Alex to be upset with him. “It felt… strange. It’s a tough, cruel world out there for us law abiding citizens, you know?” Even after all that had happened, she couldn’t help but try to lighten her mood. “So tell me what its like. Serving time, I mean. Any trade secrets I should know about before doing my time?”
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