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Post by chavelle on Mar 23, 2011 4:30:22 GMT -5
Twelve-thirty, or half past noon. That meant French class.
Fuck. Why did she had she signed up for that again? She couldn't even speak English properly, much less some European, nasally shit.
Grabbing a book adorned with a gaudily Photoshopped photograph of the Eiffel Tower off the top of her stack, Chev closed the door to her locker with a brisk clang, turning on her heel and making her way down the hallway. She was freaking out, only a little, but dreading the next hour and a half nonetheless. She didn't want to learn French, and she sure as hell never studied for it. So why take it? She scoffed a laugh as she made her way down the hallway, keeping in line with the other school fish on the right-most wall. She hadn't studied, and she was more than ninety percent certain there was a test today. She was in quite the pickle.
Maybe if I just go up in front of the class and blab all the French I know? A smile tugged at her lips at that idea, trying so hard not to laugh aloud at the thought. The brunette girl, who always sat in the back of the classroom and tried her hardest to get through the class with half her brain remaining, who hadn't even bothered getting properly dressed today, getting up out of her seat, standing behind the podium in front of the entire class. All eyes on her, sixty-some anxious, studious eyes, watching, waiting, and checking. her. out. Thirty kids wanting her answer, wanting to watch her fail, and the expectant teacher (who had always seemed to fancy her for some reason she couldn't fathom) seated at her desk and gnawing on the back of her pen as she waited for the brilliant Chavelle Leigh Rush to give her grand report on the history of the Eiffel Tower in French... and all that would come out of the girl's mouth would be:
Voulez-vous cocher avec moi, ce soir?
Hilarious, yes, but worthy of a passing grade? Chev thought so, but she doubted Mrs. Perkins would approve. Bitch.
Too occupied with publicly embarrassing herself, Chev nearly missed the door to her French class. She had to double back after bumping into a pair of jock-looking guys and nearly knocking over a disgruntled blondette. "Sorry, sorry-- Jesus Christ, excuse me!" She couldn't help but laugh at the glares they gave her, the glances they gave her boots. Sexy boots. She winked at one of the guys as an apology (hey, he was cute) and then high-tailed it back to the proper room. Once there, she proceeded to drop her things onto her seat in the back of the classroom. She took a few moments to fix her bra straps and pull down her skirt that had started to ride up. Whoops. She cast a smirk around the room, playfully wondering if anybody had seen and realizing she didn't care in the slightest. Then she was pouring through her book, cramming as much es cargo as she could down her throat.. or as many vocab words she could force into her brain, that is.
[/color] Outfit for the Day: here !
Summary: Chev forgot about French class... again. oops.
Post Rating: PG-13 \o/
OOC Notes: First post here. EEEE
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Post by tam on Mar 23, 2011 13:59:33 GMT -5
Cane walked along the corridor, pausing to open his locker (giving it the usual kick it needed to fucking open in the first place) and pulling out the bag he'd dumped there the day before. He'd thankfully managed to shake the hangover that had seemed like it was there to stay that morning. He'd crawled out of bed of the bed at the girl he'd picked up the night before, driving half dead across town and crawled back into bed at about 3 and had only just rolled out again. His body must have just been used to it by now because he really didn't feel all that crap.
Swinging his bag over his shoulder, kicking his locker shut before walking waltzing into his french class, his gaze sweeping over them before smirking to himself as some girl pretty much flashed him due to the length...well lack of length, of her skirt. He of course therefore walked over and took a seat next to her.
"Nice knickers," He smirked, flashing her a lop sided grin as he made an obvious point of looking her over. He had to say, he liked what he saw. A lot.
"So are you going to tell me your name or do I have to ask?" He asked, allowing his gaze to flick back up to her face. He hated French. Really hated it. In fact he generally loathed school but sometimes you just had to put up with it...the fact that apparently school seemed to include a far amount of decent looking girls certainly made it a little easier to bear.
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Post by chavelle on Mar 23, 2011 14:51:28 GMT -5
Reading and trying not to get distracted by the other students pouring in, Chev was on the edge of her seat. She started freaking out when the teacher waltzed in, all professional-like and laid back, giving the students who were already in the classroom a look that could only read "Ha, I don't have to take a test today...unlike you, fools." Chev waited until the teach was seated, watched her for a moment, and then started to put her book away. She wouldn't study for this; maybe if she failed, she'd be getting back at the teacher somehow for giving her a surprise test in fucking French class. It was failure of logic, but she could care less... especially when there was a rustling in the seat beside her.
Nobody ever sat beside her because nobody liked her. Not girls anyway, and most guys figured she had the clap. (Gotta love that reputation, huh?) Still, she found the means to smile, looking up from the shelf at the bottom of her desk and sitting up to see--
Oh, hell-loh, there, sexy.
A delicious surprise.
She straightened up in her desk that instant, leather-clad legs crossing, a shameless, somewhat fake-feeling laugh escaping her as she looked him over. All of him. "Thanks. Got them on sale." She had to try hard not to bust out giggling, and looked back to the stray notebook on her desk. "You can tell a lot about a girl from her underwear, don't you think?" God, what the hell was she even saying? In the middle of French class no less? She couldn't done her infamous "head desk" right there and then, but she'd gone from ripping her hair out over this stupid fucking test... to being hit on in two point five seconds. Best save of the day, and she was downright giddy.
A finger went to her hair as she studied him, eyes taking in every detail of this boy's body that she could without seeming interested and creepy. Damn. Her thighs tensed a little, especially as the teacher began to make her rounds about the classroom. She sideglared at her, just daring her to come over here and interrupt them with test prep questions, and then turned her attention back to him. Leaning to the side a little, she ran her hand through her hair, smirking back at him.
"A gentleman would ask.. but you can call me Victoria for now," she replied with a wink. Victoria's Secret? Really? Since he'd already seen the name written across her ass, she might as well go along with it. "Since I have the decency to ask, what's your name, babe?" She half-expected him to play a game right along with her.. not that she would mind. Boys who knew how to play along were always worth her time.
[/color] Outfit for the Day: here !
Summary: Oh, hi. I'm Victoria. :D
Post Rating: PG-13 \o/
OOC Notes: This oneeee sucked. x.x
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Post by tam on Mar 23, 2011 15:33:09 GMT -5
His lips spread out into a wide grin, giving a chuckle as he allowed her to take a look at him before giving her a reply.
"Well you know I'm pretty ok with no knickers at all but if we're talking about them on then yeah, I suppose they can say a lot," He smirked cheekily, beginning to pull his things out of his bag, including his doodles/lyrics notebook...oh and his French book which was sufficiently dog eared and ripped in a few pages...and wet from the puddle he'd dropped it in the other day...ah well, there was only so much the bitch could do, giving him detention would require him actually turning up to receive the bloody thing, suspending him or any other such crap would just mean he could sit around rat home or go out doing whatever to his hearts content. Expulsion would piss off his dad and if there was one thing the school didn't want to do, it was piss off his dad. So there, no matter what they did, they couldn't touch him.
Which of course did his abnormally large ego the power of good. Not.
"Ah but you see, I'm not a gentlemen," He said with a wink.
"Nice to meet you Victoria, name's Cane...well or Al if you really want...fuck if you really want we can go for surnames...or we could go for...something...else," He smirked, his eyes purposely flicking down her once more.
He ignored the look the teacher sent them briefly for speaking in her class, he simply ignored her, returning his gaze to the girl besides him.
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Post by chavelle on Mar 23, 2011 17:20:56 GMT -5
No panties at all, huh? Suggesting something? Chev playfully gaped at him, lips sewing shut with a slow smirk as he spoke. Her eyes narrowed a little, egging him on to go that extra step, but he was a smart boy and kept on-topic. Their topic about underthings, in French class. If she weren't such a big girl, she would have flushed bright red, especially since the boy (who just happened to be the one who had bitched at her for not believing in his god a week prior) sitting two seats in front of her could definitely hear everything they were saying. Whoops. Sorry, virgin-until-marriage; some of us believe in something real. And the boy next to her was something real all right.
A real turn-on.
She smiled sweetly in response to his cocky grin, her booted foot wiggling a little as she listened to him talk, not necessarily focusing on his words. Chev was too hormonal-fifteen-year-old-boy-minded for that, her brain cuing in on his voice, that sultry, hot baritone.. or whatever tone it was. (She'd barely passed music class, too.) He sounded so calm, so relaxed, and so confident. It was undeniably attractive, but she wouldn't let him know, couldn't let him know. Because once the guy knew you had the hots for him, the games stopped there, and all that's left is a one-way street to the bedroom. Not that she'd mind; Chev would rather play hard to get beforehand, though, have a little fun. So she turned her attention back to the front of the classroom, acting like she wasn't interested in him past that point. She'd remind him she was here to learn, not stroke his ego.
Then, out of nowhere: Ah, but you see, I'm not a gentleman.
Well, she definitely caught that. Instantly, her eyes drifted back over to him, watching him through her thick, fake eyelashes. She mimicked his cocky grin, slightly inclining her head so that her auburn hair fell away from her face.
"So is that how you pick up chicks? By telling them you're an asshole?" She gave him her best expectant, "come get me" look, fingers seeking out her pencil blindly as she kept her eyes on him. Once the lead was between her fingers, she twirled it, raising her eyebrows a little. "Well, Cane, I guess we'll have to settle for first names for now, just so I can remember it later?" She played him with the most innocent of smiles, hoping to feed him a dirty idea or two with her eyes, and then turned back to her notebook, flipping it open to the first page. Glancing back to it now, she really wished she wasn't so fond of doodling in class. Her childish drawings of smiling suns and wannabe chibi goth kids were pretty embarrassing for anyone else to see. And someone was looking... She wanted him to keep looking.
Turning to a blank page of college-ruled white, she uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, the smooth zip of leather against leather tickling at the corners of her lips. Eat your heart out, boy.
[/color] Outfit for the Day: here !
Summary: That's not chemistry... that's hormones.
Post Rating: PG-13 \o/
OOC Notes: Nothin' ^^
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Post by tam on Mar 25, 2011 8:20:55 GMT -5
Cane chuckled.
"No, I don't go quite that far, it's too incriminating, but I've heard being a gentlemen requires effort and doing a great deal of 'the right thing'...I can do it right, but morals aren't my strong point," He said, allowing the slight innuendo to hang in the air, a slight smile pulling up the corners of his lips as his eyes remained trained on her, allowing himself to look over her, taking in that auburn hair and her figure.
"Well, Cane, I guess we'll have to settle for first names for now, just so I can remember it later?"
He gave a smirk before he spoke again, his cool low voice, remaining casual and almost playful as he continued. He hadn't failed to pick up on the hint that came with the 'later' (nor had it failed to give the desired effect. His mind easily took flight to those things you shouldn't really be thinking about in class) and gave her a cocky response.
"Later? Hmmm you know if you're lucky and you play your cards out I'll even pick you up when we go out tonight," He grinned. "Then maybe we could get a little more... acquainted in some place other than the back of our French Class,"
He turned back to the front of the class briefly, noticing out of the corner of his eye that the others in the room had began working and doubted it would be such a good idea to continue in light of too many people hearing them, he didn't this getting back to his girlfriend...not that it would seeing as the girl seemed to be stuck in her own little fairy world with smiling sunflowers and crap...Cane couldn't help but smirk to himself before turning back to the girl beside him.
...she looked...she looked like she was almost...ignoring him? He couldn't help the slight grin that tugged at his face, aware that she probably expected him to be watching her...well he didn't like to disappoint now did he? Plus he liked to the opportunity to take a proper look rather than the odd brief glances from before. He smirked before leaning in slightly and speaking in a low soft murmur.
"I forgot to say, nice boots,"
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