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Post by Allegra Nardovino on Dec 2, 2009 19:54:51 GMT -8
Allegra sauntered through the English wing, her green/gray plaid uniform skirt floating around her thighs. She was actually on time for class, despite Steffy and Valentino's concerns that she was always late. Well, maybe her track record wasn't the best, but it was the first day of classes, and she didn't want to make a bad impression on the teacher of her favorite class. Ergo, she was early, for once. She wandered into the empty AP Literature room and chose a seat right around the center of the room- close enough that she could pay attention but far enough way to not be a super nerd. She dropped her blue Prada backpack and gray fringed purse on the floor next to her desk and tugged her Macbook Pro from her Juicy Couture laptop case.
She placed the computer on her desk and waited for it to start up and glanced around as other members of the class began to file in. She made light conversation with the few she knew well enough, you know, the typical 'hey, how was your summer?' thing. The teacher, Mr. Blackwell, entered an instant before the bell rang to signal the beginning of class. At that point there was only one empty desk in the room- the one on Allegra's immediate right. Her eyes swept around the room, there were several people in the room who would have normally sat next to her. What in the world? She thought, but was soon distracted by Mr. Blackwell calling the class to attention.
"Alright, welcome to AP Literature..."
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 2, 2009 20:24:15 GMT -8
Sébastien made his way to class, not really caring that he was late on the first day. His room mate had woken him up abruptly, so his dark hair stuck out adorably in all the right places because he didn't comb it (Then again, he rarely did). He wasn't wearing his blazer and slung the school tie around his neck nonchalantly without tying it. He entered the class and Mr. Blackwell cleared his throat.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Blanchard."
Mr. Blackwell said, sarcastically.
"Have a nice rest?"
The teacher asked, his brow raised. Sébastien smiled his slightly lazy and confident, charming smile.
"Yes actually, thanks Mr. B."
He said as he took his seat. Some girls at the front giggled and Allegra gave him an amused smile. He winked at her and Mr. Blackwell sighed.
"As I was saying...."
The teacher continued to drone on.
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Post by Allegra Nardovino on Dec 2, 2009 20:38:25 GMT -8
Allegra giggled lightly under her breath and pulled up Notepad on her laptop while her eyes followed Mr. Blackwell around the room so it at least looked like she was paying attention. She didn't really need to hear about the curriculum and what they'd be studying, she'd find that out when they started studying it.
Way to be late on your first day of senior year, Sebs.
She typed in a large font and shifted her computer ever so slightly while Mr. Blackwell's back was turned so Sebastien could see her screen a little better.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 2, 2009 20:46:12 GMT -8
Sébastien smiled at Allegra and took out a pen and paper. In his boy-ish writing he wrote her a note:
You know me, being the academic and all ;]
How was your summer? We haven't had much time to talk.
I missed you.
He tore the paper out of his binder and folded it three times. He passed it to Allegra so Mr. Blackwell wouldn't see.
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Post by Allegra Nardovino on Dec 2, 2009 20:57:46 GMT -8
Allegra took the note from Sébastien and unfolded it, scanning over it leaving the paper in her lap out of Mr. Blackwell's sight. Her gaze flicked back up to the teacher as she touch-typed her next note out, seemingly taking notes through his oblivious eyes.
My summer was awesome! Went back to Italy with the family, met this amazing guy, got his email~ What about you? Noelle said you guys went to St. Bahrts or something, right?
She nudged him with her elbow as inconspicuously as she manage to then returned her interest to the lecture on the difference between writing era's within different countries. Well, sort of. She didn't much care about all the history involved in a Literature class, she just wanted to read.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 2, 2009 21:04:09 GMT -8
Sébastien read the note on the lap top screen and then grabbed another piece of paper. He continued to write.
hmm, a hot italian guy. Should I be worried? >;P
Thats awesome. And yeah, I was at St. Bahrts.
He thought about mentioning Cammie, but then decided not to. Even though Cammie was important to him, he felt that he would like to keep her as a good memory. He didn't need to make a big thing about it. Besides, he was single again. He folded the note and passed it to her.
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Post by Allegra Nardovino on Dec 2, 2009 21:10:59 GMT -8
She smiled lightly at the new note Sébastien had handed to her and rested her wrists on the edge of her laptop before replying to it.
You really shouldn't be. Ilario was really incredible, but you know I don't really believe in long distance relationships, and he doesn't speak English. I'm really just gonna keep in touch with him to practice my Italian haha. So how was St. Bahrts? Did you have fun?
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 2, 2009 21:15:29 GMT -8
He read the message and then wrote on the bottom of the torn page.
St. Bahrts was definitely fun, I miss it already ;[
But I'm happy to be back :]
He passed it to Allegra, nearly being caught by Mr. Blackwell, but wasn't.
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Post by Allegra Nardovino on Dec 2, 2009 21:25:00 GMT -8
Allegra quickly minimized the Notepad document so the notes she'd been taking between passing notes to Sebastien were visible. "Stay on task, Miss Nardovino." Allegra nodded and mutter "Yes, sir." Under her breath, waited until Mr. Blackwell was safely back at the front of them room before maximizing the window again and typing out her next note.
I understand completely. I missed all you guys so much while we were in Italy. Not that I would have seen you guys much in Lafeyette haha. But I totally get where you're coming from with that. We're gonna be screwed next year when we leave then never come back. It's gonna be sad...
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 2, 2009 21:31:46 GMT -8
Sébastien chuckled under his breathe as Mr. Blackwell passed by and then quickly opened his book to get out another piece of paper.
University. ugh, don't even get started with that.Lets just go through this year like we did every other:
partying and having fun, cheers to that ;P
He folded the paper and passed it to Allegra.
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 3, 2009 14:13:47 GMT -8
Della breezed into the classroom, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she walked over Mr. Blackwell and handed him a late slip. "Sorry, female emergency." She chirped softly to him, taking a sip out of the cup she held in her right hand. She had stopped at the dining hall to pick up a pumpkin spice latte and had lost track of time while socializing with one of the ladies who were working. Then, because she was rather late, she had gone to the office and sweet-talked the secretary into giving her an admittance slip.
She took one final sip out of her latte and placed the cup into the blue recycling bin that was placed at the front of the room, the typical Della smile lighting up her face. As she turned back from the recycling bin to face the rest of the class, she saw that all of the seats had been taken.
"Where should I sit?" Della asked Mr. Blackwell in the cheery voice that had become her most well-known trait, scanning around to see if there was am empty desk she had somehow missed. Of course, there wasn't, and Mr. Blackwell didn't seem too eager to help her. Rocking back and forth on her feet, she raised an eyebrow, waiting for some sort of response from the teacher.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 3, 2009 16:03:32 GMT -8
Sébastien turned from Allegra to see Della walk in. His smile automatically widened as he watched her flounce in the room, her adorable blond waves bouncing behind her. Sébastien turned around and motioned Della to sit in the empty desk behind him.
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Post by Allegra Nardovino on Dec 3, 2009 17:25:02 GMT -8
Allegra smile at Della, trying very hard to suppress it when Mr. Blackwell gave her a 'don't encourage her' look. She pressed her lips together so they turned a very unattractive shade of white around the edges and held back a giggle. She opened up a post-it note on her desktop and wrote herself a quick reminder: Mental note~ ask Della why she was actually late[/font].
She swept her hair over her shoulder and tried desperately to pay attention to Mr. Blackwell's lecture. English was really the only class she had ever been good at, but she still had to pay attention. Ok... This focusing thing really isn't working right now haha[/font]. She nudged Sébastien once again and pointed discretely to her screen with a nod of her head.
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 3, 2009 17:28:35 GMT -8
Mr. Blackwell snapped his fingers and pointed towards the desk that seemed to have appeared miraculously behind Sébastien and Allie, and Della let out a soft laugh. Just the person she was hoping not to see right away. Not Allie though, she liked that she would be in the same class as one of her best friends. It was Sébastien that she was confused about. All of the random feelings weren't helping matters, especially not when he looked so freaking adorable today that it wasn't even funny. Butterflies seemed to appear out of nowhere along with the desk, and Della flashed Sébastien and Allie a quick grin as she trotted over to the seat and dropped her large purse on the desk with a surprisingly loud thud.
Jumping slightly from the unexpected noise of her purse, Della laughed softly and pulled out her chair, gracefully sitting down and pulling a notebook and sparkly purple pen out of her purse. Resting her elbows on the desk and her head on her hands, she tried to listen to what Mr. Blackwell was saying now, finding it rather hard to concentrate given the current predicament.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 3, 2009 17:48:44 GMT -8
Sébastien grinned at Della and then turned around. Allegra pointed to her computer screen and Sébastien laughed out loud.
"Mr. Blanchard, can you please enlighten me to what is so hilarious as to disrupt the class?"
Mr. Blackwell snapped, holding his chalk in one hand and giving Sébastien a glare. Sébastien just shook his head, turning a light shade of pink. Mr. Blackwell gave him another warning glance and then continued with his lesson. Sébastien held back his laugh and looked at Allegra.
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