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Post by Roxanne Venita Labelle on Sept 6, 2009 22:04:44 GMT -5
  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color][/sup][/center] The slow droning of Mme. Pachel's voice continued in french as she talked about the importance of the difference between past and present tense in verbs. I yawned, causing her to give me a sharp glare before continuing. It wasn't my fault that in Canada, I had been in French-Immersian since kindergarten. I was fluent in the language, and probably the only one in the room who could understand her. And she made a mistake. "You do know what you're saying is completely wrong, right?" I said, annoyed. "And I suppose you can do better, Ms. Labelle?" She responded nastily, causing me to get up and walk to the board, and explain the lesson clearly in french. As I smirked and walked back to my seat, she stood there, dumbfounded that I had corrected her on a simple thing. As soon as I got back to my seat, the bell rang, causing me to just put my things into the bag I had and grab it, as well as the guitar case I had brought from having music class earlier, leaving without a word of objection from the stunned teacher.
[/color] Sunlight blinded my shimmering hazel eyes as I headed out the large double-doors into the courtyard. I slipped on my aviators, walking over to a picnic table in the sun, sitting on top of it and lounging. Some boys looked at me, but I just shot them a flirty smile and they turned their attention away bashfully. I loved doing that, well, I loved flirting in general. I wasn't a slut, though, I'd only slept with a guy once. And it was a mistake to give it up to him, because he ended up fucking my best friend behind my back. But I needed to forget that, it was why I escaped Lakefield in the first place. So, I pulled out my iPod Touch and portable speakers, placing them on the table before turning them on and pulling out a book I needed to read for English. The tune of 'Love Drunk' carried loudly through the courtyard as I began to sing along to it, as the people slowly started to leave the courtyard, leaving me alone.James was supposed to be in the courtyard by now, but obviously now, he was late. I didn't mind much, I was late half the time as well. I just sat there, singing and zoning out the world around me for a while. I usually did that, it was how I got along in life. Some days, I just needed to escape my life and get lost into my own little world, which is exactly what I did when doing something I loved. So, I read my book and sang to the music, waiting for James to show up.Tags: James
Muse: Sorta-kinda good.
Outfit: Click!
Notes: Blah it sucks sorta. Sorry! But I thought Jamesy may like to hear her singing! [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by James Arthur Neville on Sept 11, 2009 23:30:39 GMT -5
James glanced quickly at his watch and picked up the pace. He trotted along the hallways of the Society Boarding School and hurried through the large main doors into the courtyard. He'd kept Roxy waiting for quite a while, and though he regretted it, soccer was a big deal for him, and the coach wouldn't have taken the excuse to see a girl as a valid one. As he spotted her in a corner of the now deserted yard. She had her iPod in and was singing loudly along to the song. How very quirky of her. James smiled, straightened his Manchester United jacket and snuck up behind her, covering her eyes with his hands, and pulling the earbuds out of her ears so she could hear him. "Guess who?"In the years since he'd left England, his accent had not softened one bit. He still sounded like the British schoolboy he'd once been, and though he'd tried to get rid of the accent originally, James had decided that the very thing that he'd tried to loose was what made him unique here in America. It didn't hurt that many of the ladies he'd met found it quite attractive either. --- ooc- sorry it took so long! wearing: thisword count: 1257 listening to: skellig, loreena mckennit |
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Post by Roxanne Venita Labelle on Sept 13, 2009 3:55:50 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------- [/color][/sup][/center] Bhen hands covered my eyes I smirked, knowing instantly it was James. 'British accent, well that's sexy as hell,' I thought to myself, shutting the book. "Well, I'm going to have to take a wild guess and say you're James," I teased, moving his hands from my eyes and sitting up, moving my feet and setting them on the seat of the picnic table so I could look at him. "Hi, James. Beautiful accent, by the by. I believe you already know who I am," I said with a sweet, flirty smile, running a hand through my brown curls to move it out of my eyes. Damn, he was cuter than I had thought. Those little chat pictures weren't that clear in the first place, he was so much hotter in person. I tore my gaze from him, grabbing my book, as well as the iPod and speakers after turning them off, and slipped them back into my bag before looking at him again with a smile.
[/color] The courtyard was now completely empty, leaving us alone together. I smirked at him, patting the place beside me gently. "I take it you had soccer. I didn't mind waiting, I just got out of my French class, after basically teaching it, not too long ago, actually," I mentioned, watching him with hazel eyes. "So was that bit about not giving information out online true or was it just an excuse to meet me in person?" I joked, flashing him one of my patented flirty smiles.----------------------------------------------- [/color][/sup][/center] Tags: James
Muse: BLAHHH
Notes: YOUR POST IS SOOO NOT 1257 WORDS! It's actually 197 XD
Credit: This super-special-awesome post template was made by MOI! So no stealing.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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