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Post by jessicaholland on Nov 6, 2006 22:04:27 GMT -6
Ah, spanish class. Jessica's favorite class. She absolutely adored the language, it sent a shiver up her spine. All she had to do was think about the period. She just couldn't wait for the period! Well, to be honest, it wasn't the words, or the culture, but the teacher.
If you knew Jessica--no, let me rephrase that; if you had heard about Jessica, you would have heard the rumors about her and Mr. Ward. Most of them were just that, rumors; but they had flirted. They just hadn't hooked up..yet.
That was something this little vixen planned on changing, as soon as humanly possible. What an exquisite example of a man, Jason Ward. In Jessica's eyes he was near perfect. Not as close as she was, but pretty damn close.
She settled herself in her seat, in the front of the class and pulled her book out, pretending to review the vocabulary. She was the first to class, every day, and always the last person to leave. She did this to get those few minutes--sometimes seconds-- alone with Jason. Anyone who had common sense knew that this exceeded any crush. Jessica didn't care, any of these girls would have given anything to have a fling with this man, Jess was just the only one with balls enough to attempt it.
All or nothing. Just the right attitude to get you everything you want, or nothing at all.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 6, 2006 22:05:26 GMT -6
((Mind if I join Anna in this  )) |
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 6, 2006 22:18:58 GMT -6
She swung her messenger bag beneath her chair and ran up to the front in her ditzy kind of way.
Hope no one jumped on her for not wearing shoes today. She utterly despised them.
When she grabbed her book, she twirled, dancing across the slippery floor with a smirk and a happy stare on her face, eyeing the wall, as if this were her partner.
And then she caught the smell of popularity, wealth.
"Oh..." She turned quickly, looked at Jessica, and head back to her seat almost like there was no such thing as dancing.
She smirked, stared, "So what about that night? Surely those rumors are just as vicious as your reputation? Or is that reputation so true that you're willing to drown yourself in your own vanity and sleep with a /teacher?" |
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Post by jessicaholland on Nov 6, 2006 22:24:49 GMT -6
Jessica snickered, inspecting her newly french manicured nails. "Excuse me?" She asked turning to face Anna. She looked worried, as if the girl looked sick. She turned her head to the side, blinking in suprise. "You said something? I'm sorry, I only talk to people who actually have names."
She turned again in her chair, and looked at her words, ignoring the other girl in the room. Jessica was furious. Mr. Ward wasn't even here yet, and /this bitch/ had to come in before he did. Oh, she'd pay.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 6, 2006 22:29:06 GMT -6
Her chest heaved with an empty depth, far beyond that of touch or comprehension.
"Heh, how cute." She smirked, "Maybe if you'd get your tongue back in your mouth every now and again..."
She stood back up, turning about the sharpener and slipping her pencil in swiftly, "Maybe you'd have time to learn it, eh?" |
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Post by jessicaholland on Nov 6, 2006 22:39:03 GMT -6
"Whatever, you freak. I'd rather have rumors about me being able to get with guys, then have rumors of be an ungly dyke." She didn't even turn her head, this slut wasn't even worth her time.
"You know what they say about you?" she laughed, "I don't even know your name, honestly.." she turned, raising her eyebrows at Anna in question. "They say you have no real friends, that the only reason they keep you around is because they're scared of you." She smiled, adding a small nod. "Scared of you and your ghosts."
Jess burst out laughing at this. She turned herself back around in her chair, her fit of laughter subsiding to quiet chuckles. "Now, don't talk to me, I have to study."
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 6, 2006 22:45:23 GMT -6
"Hmm?" She slipped back onto her desk, her rear slid across the top, and her legs crossed, her fingers tapping her cheek, her chin in her palm.
"Oh? You mean those silly rumors?" SHe smirked, "Heh, Yes, that's true. Some people say i'll shoot them, some say i'll haunt them...The lesbian claim is a little strange though, considering I don't even flirt with either."
She leaned back slightly, her hair falling behind her, "Atleast i'm not sleeping with my spanish teacher though...Or atleast considering or thinking about it..."
She eyed her carefully, looking for any flick of a weakness. Surely the fact that she cared less about the rumors from the graveyard was hint enough that rumors weren't enough to drag her down? Rumors ran her life. It gave her something to trick people with...gave her something to fool people with.
But on the other hand...
IM GOING TO KILL SPENCER! |
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Post by jasonward on Nov 7, 2006 8:43:08 GMT -6
The door opened with a snap, a windchime that was place above it jingling as the door dragged the metal shapes together. Jason Ward walked in, sipping his coffee and changing the song on his iPod. When he looked up he was surprised, Jessica Holland was there, as usual, but so was another student.
He walked over to his desk, setting his coffee down and pulling his headphones off, placing his iPod next to the coffee. He raised an eyebrow at the girls, then sat atop his desk, "Hola, señoritas.
¿Cómo está hoy?" He smiled, eyeing Jessica subtly, a smile playing against his lips.
"Good, I hope." He said, in english this time, "Because the two of you look like you're about ready to shoot somebody."
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Post by jessicaholland on Nov 7, 2006 14:37:01 GMT -6
The door opened and Jessica fought the urge to turn, as the teacher entered the room. She absorbed herself temporarily in her book, as Jason Ward moved past her to his desk. She watched through the corner of her eye, as he set his coffee down, and pulled his earphones out. God, he's got a cute ass.
He turned, sitting on his desk, facing the eplty--but two--chairs in the room. "¿Cómo está hoy?" Oh, how she loved that smile. What a tease.
"Estoy bien," Jessica replied, looking up from her book, a forced smile on her glossed lips. "I wouldn't say shoot.." So he had realized that there was tension in the air? What a smart man.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 7, 2006 16:44:09 GMT -6
Anna's lips parted as the white fangs pierced in a grin.
"Oh, well, I wouldn't say shoot." She slipped from the desk, her belled pants covering her feet as she slid over to his desk.
Her fingertips tapped the smooth finish of the top of his desk as she whispered her request. It was something to do with spanish, but whispering seemed to get the attention of anyone who was already defensive.
"You know how..." She paused, "Conjugation. Leer. Past tense? I mean...Well, How do you conjugate the past tense? I don't understand if it's like Ser in the present form, but Leer is especially hard."
She nodded for a second, knealing down onto her knee's, staring up with those glorious green eyes, "I'd come in after class for help, but I have a project for Art that I must finish."
Her stare flickered back to Jessica, her smile falling slowly. Disappearing like eroding sand, smoothing out to a soft-skinned girl, with a milk-white face, hungry in its sweet touch.
Her lip quivered, her eyes went straight back to the teacher, "Ofcourse, I can tell my teacher that I have other prioritys. Spanish is an important subject." |
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Post by jasonward on Nov 7, 2006 17:03:57 GMT -6
He smiled, holding up a finger to signal 'hold on', and hopped off of his desk. He walked to a filing cabinet, pulling out a green and blue sheet, "It's all here," He said, holding the paper that had an explanation, in his handwriting, of how to do it all.
"But, since class is about to start and it's time to make up a lesson plan for the day, it would have to wait until after class. One-on-one tutoring is always better." He grinned, looking at the funky modern-design clock on the wall. Class would be starting very soon. He smiled at the two and walked up to his whiteboard, writing an assignment on it. He wanted an easy day, not a stressful one.
Before returning to his desk, he grabbed the remote for his stereo off of a cabinet, pressed the power button, and the class filled with the sounds of acoustic music.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 7, 2006 17:09:12 GMT -6
She took the paper and danced back to her desk, swirling silently, angelic chimes that tickled her muscles into motions as she moved.
Her pale lips pried back into an even bigger smile as she slid down into her desk, knealing down and shifting things about in her bag.
It was always a habit to move in class, hard to stay still, hard to speak infront of the class.
Oh how queer the angel could be, yet look how sweetly devious she was turning out to be.
If this didn't hurt, than maybe the knife under the throats will. Especially that hyped up little valky boy.
Her hair flipped out of her face, her hand scratching across the paper quickly, copying his notes, writing things at the sides that she thought she would need to know for other things as well. |
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Post by aryajohnson on Nov 7, 2006 17:37:17 GMT -6
Arya Johnson stepped into the classroom. Spanish class was her favorite class. Why? Well, I don’t know. She speaks only Spanish, she gets weird looks because she messes up English, and she has the world’s biggest Spanish accent. Naturally, she knew the vocabulary, the words, and how to say threads. There should be an English class. It would help her a lot. Maybe she’d ask Mr. Ward to help her with English…along with the help she’d be getting from Nikki and Lorenzo.
Her brown hair was in a braid, something very rare. I suggest you take a picture. She was wearing a green shirt under a blue sweater. Black dance pants were on her curves, making her walk with grace and beauty. Her brown eyes were covered by black eyeliner. Strawberry lip-gloss coated her lips that were in a smile. Another rarity! Someone-quick! Take a picture! Golden hoops of earrings hung from her Hispanic ears. Golden bangles swished on her wrists as she closed the door behind her and sat down in a seat.
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Post by annamariejohnson on Nov 7, 2006 17:45:11 GMT -6
Her green eyes rose in an eerie fashion, only them moving, and her hand ceasing movement.
There was no motion from now, just a frozen statue, whose eyes were the only things shifting and turning, following this strange new being with a hungry stare, a curious one.
And in her nervous retribute of pressing her pencil hard on the table, it snapped, the lead popping off like it was nothing.
She gasped, stared at it, then grunted.
Great.
She had to get up.
She climbed from her desk, her thin form turning about until she reached the sharpener for the second time in no time flat. It whirred, purred, growled, until the pencil was sharp enough to the girls liking, and she returned reluctantly to her desk, giving her teacher a sweet stare of confidence, a nice one. One that suggested things with their green cast. |
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Post by jessicaholland on Nov 7, 2006 19:44:18 GMT -6
Jessica watched. That was all she could do in this situation. How dare she. How /dare/ she! Gripping her pencil, her knuckles whitened, but her face remained placid. A smile painted to cover the rage.
She shook herself, loosening the grip on her pencil. She looked from Jason to Anna, shook her head and returned her attention to the book upon her desk. "After class my perky little ass." She was so mad she could have thrown down with that...that whore right then and there. That wouldn't be very lady-like though.
Jessica Holland didn't use physical aggression to get her revenge, but rather psychological torment. This little bitch would get hers, she'd make sure of that. But for now, she had Spanish to study.
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