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Post by Tree on Dec 7, 2013 3:16:47 GMT -6
It wasn't very masculine of Chase Monroe to admit that he loved being in the kitchen. So he didn't. Whenever possible, he avoided the subject of one of his true hobbies. It wasn't that he was ashamed, because that would be ridiculous. No, Chase was just worried it would jar up some shit from the assholes guys he hung out with, and end up hurting a lot more than just his ego. They'd done more to guys for a lot less. When the topic was at hand, he'd bring up some macho sport as his shield, and use it to deflect any accusations that he was any less of a man because he liked to bake birthday cakes. (even if he wasn't very good at baking anyway, it was the effort that counts, right?)
Today he made it to his cooking class almost on time, which was a miraculous feat for him, but it earned the senior a very unhappy glare from the teacher. When he wasn't stopped, he flopped down into the nearest empty seat and ventured a lazy glance over to the spot his usual kitchen partner sat, and almost lost his trademark smirk when he saw the seat was empty. The pair of young men had come into a mutual agreement not to talk about cooking class outside of the period. What happened in the kitchen, stayed in the kitchen, so to speak. Because of the arrangement, he was free to relax and it was one of the only electives that wasn't held in the gym that he actually liked.
When they were done being dismissed to head to the kitchens, the instructor didn't even let Chase finish when he tried to ask to be alone in the kitchen for one day-not only was that horribly against the safety rules, but there was already another person who was lacking in a partner. He was pointed in the direction of a blonde girl he hadn't noticed in the class before. Of course, that was probably because he actually paid attention for the most part in that class, instead of checking out all the girls while the teacher droned on and on.
Chase gritted his teeth, adopted a smile, and walked over to the kitchen and the girl, shoving up his sleeves to his elbows as he went. "Hey, I'm Chase." He nodded in her direction, washing his hands and flicking the water on his fingertips back into the sink instead of reaching for a paper towel. "Guess you're stuck with me today,"
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 9, 2013 16:00:53 GMT -6
A new school was terrifying for Catalina. Considering she had been going to the exact same school her entire life, with the same people and teachers, this was completely different. She didn't understand why her parents wanted to move to America. Something about the better education and opportunities. She hadn't been listening, since she had been too busy trying to get them to change their minds. However, her relentlessness didn't change their decision, because there she was, in a new school with completely different people.
She understood the culture a bit, since she'd been in America over the summer trying to get settled.... and she learned over the Internet, too. Something she didn't understand was the craze over Starbucks. It was okay, but there were so many drinks better than coffee, like that tea stuff with tapioca. She liked that. It was sweet and the bubbly things inside were amazing. It was much, much better than coffee.
She shuffled her book bag around shoulder-to-shoulder nervously. What was she supposed to expect from her first class? It was a cooking class, which made her happy, since it was the main class she wanted to take. The rest were pretty shitty, besides Photography. She was excited for Photography as well. But, what if everybody else was better than her? She bit her lip. Oh God. She was too worried.
It wasn’t long before she was standing in front of the door to her cooking class, staring her schedule worriedly. What if everybody stared at her when she came in? Or, what if they were all better at cooking than her? She knew how to cook, a little bit, though she’d love to be better. Though she was still freaked out. They were all going to be better than her; she knew it. She rubbed her shoulder, trying not to worry anymore as she entered the classroom. She made her way to the teacher who didn’t even notice her arrival and handed her the slip that the woman in the office gave her. The teacher gave her a warm smile, introduced herself, and then pointed to an empty table for her.
She settled all of her stuff down on the ground, trying to get comfortable, although she could hear a group of girls whispering about her. Probably because of that damn blog. Catalina wondered how the blog even knew who she was. She bit her lip and tried not to listen, just wanting to get the day over with. She rested her head on the palm of her hand. It’ll be over soon, she thought, sighing.
The teacher soon dismissed them to kitchens, and although she didn’t know where the hell she was going, she followed the rest of the group. She hoped she didn’t look like a complete idiot as she entered one of the empty kitchens. Unsure what to do, she just began to wash her hands. Was there something specific she was supposed to do? Oh god, she felt like an idiot.
A moment passed before some guy—a cute one, too—came in. She raised a brow, though smiled when he spoke, “I’m Catalina,” she said, “Nice to meet you, Chase,” she continued, her South African accent sweet as she spoke. She chuckled a little, “It’s alright… though I’m really confused as to what’s even going on,” she said, biting her lip.
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Post by Tree on Dec 9, 2013 21:35:45 GMT -6
"Catalina," Chase repeated after she'd introduced herself, nodding his approval. "Sweet name." He couldn't help but give her a once-over, as is customary of many (if not all) boys his age around...uh, well, every female around, even if he was more interested in preheating the oven than getting acquainted with the blonde. There's a first time for everything, right?
"You're in luck," He offered her a smile, straightening his shoulders up a bit. "I happen to know exactly what's going on." Catalina was fairly pretty, had a strange accent the boy had never heard, and to top it off, she was completely lost. Chase had decided she was hardly a threat to his big, bad ego. He could afford to help her, and who knew? Maybe she'd be useful around the kitchen.
They were supposed to be baking chocolate chip cookies, which in any other situation would be easy. Throw it all together in a bowl and pop it in the oven for about twenty minutes. Easy as cake. In the cooking class, however, they would be marked down for using too much of one ingredient, or not enough of another. Every aspect of the supposedly easy-to-bake cookie would be taken into account.
But Chase wasn't worried; he'd paid pretty close attention to the instructions and taken some hella good notes. Besides, how could anyone fuck up chocolate chip cookies? The correct answer is: they can't. "This is going to be super easy," Chase commented with a slick grin. "But we're going to need a bowl, which is in the cupboard behind you." He added, pointing to the cupboard before twisting the knob on the oven to the correct temperature.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 9, 2013 22:27:56 GMT -6
Catalina smiled, "Thanks," she said, easing a bit. She hoped he wasn't a dickhead, since she didn't have the time to care. All she wanted in that class was to get some cooking skills and hopefully a good grade. No drama for her. That blog had caused enough for her, and regardless that she was doubted people actually read it... it bothered her that people would say that kind of stuff about her, especially since she didn't even know anybody yet.
"Am I?" she raised a brow, returning his smile easily. "Awesome! So please, what's even happening?" she asked, biting her lips together. She was completely confused, and Chase seemed nice enough, so hopefully he would help explain to her what the hell was going on with this class. Wasn't the teacher supposed to give her the lowdown or something? So that she would at least know what they were cooking? Apparently not, since here she was, asking her cooking partner for help.
As he spoke, she relaxed, turning around and opening the cabinet. She searched for the bowl and retrieved it quickly, smiling, "Okay, so what exactly are we supposed to be cooking?" she asked, putting the bowl down on the island counter, "And I'm not a complete idiot, I'm just... new," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Hopefully he wasn't an experienced chef, because then it would be embarrassing for her, since she couldn't cook all that well. The best she could do was pasta, and they were never that good, "Now, what ingredients do we need?"
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Post by Tree on Dec 10, 2013 17:56:15 GMT -6
"We're baking cookies," Chase answered, but held back a cheesy comment about how they wouldn't be as sweet as her, partially because he hardly knew the girl and it seemed a little too soon to be throwing sickly sweet puns in her direction. The blonde girl had gone on to add 'And I'm not a complete idiot, I'm just... new,' At this, Chase chuckled loosely.
"I didn't think you were," He admitted, honestly, cocking his head to the side with a sly smile. She didn't seem daft, simply lost. As most new students would be if they were thrown into the kitchen. "But I'll be sure to take it easy on you then. Just for today." He finished with a wink. She didn't seem like the kind that would stand back and make him do everything, and he didn't mind helping to coach her through the steps. She was new, after all. And it was only good manners to help the new kids out, to show them around and make sure they stayed out of trouble. In this case, it meant not failing her first cooking assessment.
"Flour, baking soda, chocolate chips..." He continued to rattle off, naming what he could remember off the top of his head. "Simple shit, really. We just have to make sure we don't burn them and we'll be fine." The recipe was available to cross-reference for exact measurements when the time came, but Chase was pretty sure he could recall the recipe overall. He'd been moving while he spoke, going for each thing in the cupboards above the miniature kitchenette. "Chocolate chips are beside you," He pointed again. "If you don't mind me asking, where you from? That's an unusual accent for California,"
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 11, 2013 1:01:20 GMT -6
Catalina raised a brow when he spoke, smiling in relief, "Well that shouldn't be too hard," she said, running a hand through her hair. She'd been worried that they would have had to make something insanely complicated. Though cookies? Cookies she could make easily. And with his help, they'd hopefully whip up an outstanding batch in no time. However, she didn't know how skilled he was in the kitchen, and chances were he knew nothing about how to actually cook. Then, they'd be fucked. So hopefully that wasn't the case...
She nodded,"That's good. All I've gotten today is weird looks from people for just being lost," she said, frowning a bit. It wasn't pleasant, and she was sure it was because that ridiculous blog. She couldn't believe fell for that garbage they read on the internet. She grinned, "Good, thanks for being so considerate," she said with a hint of playfulness, shifting her weight. It was nice that for once, someone was friendly. So far, most of the people were very stuck-up and in their own lovely cliques. It wasn't easy make friends here, apparently.
Catalina began opening and closing random drawers and cabinets, solely to get familiar with the kitchen. After all, she didn't want to be clueless her entire time in that class. While she got comfortable, she pulled out several of the ingredients he listed--if she found them before he got to them, of course, "Should we add extra ingredients? Or our we just graded on how well we create regular chocolate cookies?" she asked, "And I'm sorry for bugging you with all these questions, but you have to know you'll probably get ten thousand more before this class is over," she said, a playful smirk pulling at her lips. It wasn't like she could help being so confused. She was just fortunate enough to have a partner who didn't seem to mind. She pulled out the chocolate chips as he directed her to them, smiling. At his question, she chuckled, "I'm from South Africa," she answered as she pulled out a whisk from one of the drawers.
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Post by Tree on Dec 13, 2013 10:16:21 GMT -6
"Mm, welcome to Tidewater," He muttered sarcastically as she mentioned the people who had given her strange looks. That probably had nothing to do with the fact that she was extremely good looking. "Don't worry, not everyone around here is a dick." That wasn't the entire truth; Chase knew most of the student body had a firm stick up their asses and wouldn't hesitate to tear others down in order to maintain their rank on the social ladder (Chase, himself, included), but he didn't think honesty was the best policy in this case. No one wanted to hear their new school was composed of absolute bitches. If they hadn't figured it out already, that is.
After taking a moment to actually consider what she was suggesting, Chase gave her a thoughtful nod. "I say we do whatever the fuck we want." He shrugged with a grin. "They're gonna taste better everyone else's anyway," The senior tacked on, matter-of-factly. The rest of the class was full of idiots who could barely tell the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon. There wouldn't be much competition, so why not have a little fun with it? Plus who didn't like extra chocolatey chocolate chip cookies? There was absolutely no way they could get in trouble for something like that-it would be a crime against humanity.
"No shit," He sat back for a moment against the counter, clapping his hands together, clearly impressed. It was pretty easy to tell he didn't talk to many people from outside his areacode, much less South Africa, and the girl clearly had caught his interest. "How'd you end up here?" Chase asked, overstepping social etiquette boundaries while reaching for the back of chocolate chips to rip them open.
(this took 5ever i'm so sorry ily babe<3)
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 15, 2013 22:37:32 GMT -6
Catalina smiled a bit when he spoke, "Well that's good. But so far, everyone I've met is a serious cocksucker," she said, chuckling. The entire school was extremely stuck-up and it was annoying to be around them. Everyone expected her to be the same way, since she was from "England". She didn't even sound British. It was ridiculous how they thought that she was, too. All of the girls there were orange, for some reason too. All of those stereotypes she heard about were pretty true. At least the ones about the Starbucks and orange girls.
She grinned when he spoke, "Great. Can we add white chocolate chips or marshmallows in it then?" she asked, laughing at his second moment, "But really, we should spread marshmallow cream over the cookies, then put a cookie over that. It could be a cookie sandwich," she said, grinning. That sounded delicious in her opinion. So it had to happen. She looked at the ingredients on the table, opening the bag full of the flour. "Where are the measuring cups?" she asked curiously, raising a brow at him. She knew the amounts they needed to use, but she couldn't measure one fourth of cup by just guessing. She wasn't all that great of a chef, so that was beyond her expertise.
She shrugged her shoulders at his question, studying him a bit when he came closer to the counter, backing up a bit. Well he was fairly--extremely--attractive. Hopefully that wouldn't get in the way of her trying to learn in this class. Though, she didn't think they were permanent partners, anyways. So it wouldn't matter, "My mom got a job out here, so we moved. That's really it," she answered simply. There was no interesting story as to why she was in America besides better job opportunities. It wasn't a big deal, although she did miss all of her friends and family back in Africa.
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Post by Tree on Dec 17, 2013 2:33:16 GMT -6
He made a face, grimacing as he laughed. "Yeah, there's a...decent amount of those, unfortunately." The amount of assholes seemed to have multiplied over the last summer, but Chase didn't really care about the new onset. He was only there because he had to be, and only interacted with people he wanted to, so he wouldn't even give the new hoard of dumbshits the time of day.
"Second drawer to your left," He said without any hesitation. Was it completely pathetic that he knew his way around this kitchen better than the entire school? He still got lost between classes sometimes, which always amused his teachers to no end when he'd wander in and offer it up as an excuse. "Be sure to level it off," Chase advised as she went for the cooking tool, reaching into a nearby drawer for a whisk.
"That...." He started slowly, contemplating her 'cookie sandwich' idea. "Sounds fucking amazing. Let's do it," Chase was really starting to like Catalina, you know, as much as a guy could after only knowing a girl for ten minutes. She was spontaneous, but not in the 'Surprise! I'm pregnant!' kind of way, which Chase found refreshing as hell.
"Oh, well that's cool." He accepted the answer easily. He wasn't sure what kind of jobs were available in Africa, but he was imagining even McDonald's paid better than foraging for nuts and berries or whatever they did over there. "Still, it's gotta be pretty different. I mean, what's Africa like?" Chase asked, actually curious. He was picturing a jungle and lions roaming around, but if there was anything that Mean Girls had taught him (besides not to fuck with girls named 'Janis'), it was that there was a lot more to Africa than than wilderness and antelope. Did he even know what an antelope was? He had to remember to Google it casually while the cookies were baking.
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Post by Narwhal on Dec 21, 2013 2:43:47 GMT -6
Catalina raised her eyebrows, "That's unfortunate," she said, pursing her lips. It'd been a hope of hers that'd she be placed into a decent school, but according to Chase, Tidewater was not that school. Unfortunately, she thought bitterly, biting her tongue. At least he seemed decent enough, though it wouldn't surprise her if he ended up being a player or a dick as well. From what she knew of him so far, he wasn't, so she decided she would just have to try and keep her cool for now.
She nodded when he spoke, opening the drawer he directed her to. Thankfully, there was a vast majority of measuring cups. She picked out the ones they'd need, spreading them out across the island counter and smirking a bit, "I bet you our cookies are going to be better than everybody else's, combined," she said as she opened the bag full of flower. She nodded, "I've made cookies before, sweetie, I know," she said with a tinge of playfulness, offering him a smile as she leveled the flour to perfection and dumped it into their bowl.
"Awesome," she grinned, excited. The idea of making a cookie with marshmallows between them was amazing. Although the level of sweetness that contained would probably make her sick after three bites, it would be okay, as long as they were amazingly warm and melted in her mouth. She was pretty sure her mouth began to water at the idea of that and she swallowed, adding the sugar into the bowl as well.
Catalina shrugged at his question, "Honestly, it's not all that different, if that's what you're thinking," she replied, "But it's because I'm from South Africa. The Northern parts are the parts you might be picturing," she continued, smiling a bit. Although the culture in America was--clearly--different to what she was used to, she didn't live in a jungle or the Sahara Desert. She merely lived in a suburb near downtown and went to school and whatnot. They had a pretty decent living there, though shit happened and they had to move.
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Post by Tree on Dec 22, 2013 0:54:16 GMT -6
"True, but y'know, it just means the good guys really shine around here," He winked, clearly including himself in that category. He wasn't a bad guy, per se, so it was pretty much a true statement. Of course, that didn't mean the senior was exempt from his own fair share of bad breakups and poor choices, just like any other seventeen year old.
Chase's jaw dropped, his mouth hanging ajar ever so slightly at the way Catalina corrected him. "Well, my mistake." He closed his mouth and returned the smile, watching her add ingredients skillfully. At least, more skillful than most people around them, half of whom were spending their time scooping out the excess flour they'd poured in on accident. Clearly she had made cookies before. Praise Jesus.
At this point, Chase was expecting to be placed in an ambulance with a full-on sugar coma by the end of the class period, but he went along with it, knowing this eccentric girl would be right next to him the entire time. Shit, at this rate, he'd have to tell his usual partner to shove off so he could cozy up to the girl and enjoy himself a little more in this class period. His grade might drop a bit, but marshmallow sandwiches. That was too good to turn down.
"So, no lions and zebras?" He asked, maybe a bit too eagerly with a hint of disappointment. So maybe it'd be cool to have met an African chick who had fought a lion to the death by impaling it with a fallen tree branch, successfully protecting her village from harm. Not that he was thinking that. He shrugged again and ducked down to extract a baking sheet from a lower cupboard. "That'd have been pretty cool, though. Don't you think?" He quirked a brow jokingly, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he grinned.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 6, 2014 21:45:14 GMT -6
Catalina arched a brow at the pretty, blue-eyed boy when he spoke. "Good guys are humble," she told him, although her tone was lighthearted. Maybe he was a good guy, she wouldn't know. Though, just that statement of his pushed her to believe otherwise. That's how attractive guys were a majority of the time; it was disappointing.
A smirk pulled at the corner of her full lips when Chase gaped at her, laughing smoothly. "It's alright sweetie," she replied gamesomely, blowing a piece of dirty blonde hair out of her eye. Pulling her gaze off of him, she continued pouring different ingredients into the metal bowl, "If you don't mind me asking, what's your grade in this class?" she asked, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. If her luck held up, he wouldn't be offended or something ridiculous and just tell her. She had a right to know--right?--since they were partners and she was curious to know whether or not he was good at this or just cocky.
Her hair managed to collapse in front of her eyes again and she sighed, pausing from her work so she could bunch up the stringy locks of hair on top of her head before tying them with an elastic she'd had on her wrist. Resuming, she took another bowl and began mixing another set of ingredients. It took her a few minutes to realize she'd been hogging--if it could even be considered "hogging"--all of the work. She stepped back from the island counter, "Sorry--do you want to do something?" she asked, biting her lips together as she looked down at the half-mixed ingredients in the bowl.
Catalina chuckled amusedly at his question, shaking her head no, "Nah. We're not inhumane, if that's what you're thinking," she said, easily able to spot the disappointment in his tone. Unlike the stereotypical things Americans thought about Africans, they weren't all starving. She'd like to believe that South Africa was actually okay, humanely and economically. She shrugged at his question, "I guess so, but terrifying all the same. I don't think I could picture myself fighting off hungry lions and winning, though," she replied, smiling a bit. If that was what he expected from her, then the origins of his disappointment were clear.
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Post by Tree on Jan 7, 2014 0:14:34 GMT -6
"Good guys can be arrogant too," He zinged back, playfully. It was obvious her first impression of him hadn't left him in the nice guys category, but Chase didn't worry about it. If he had a dollar for every person who had (perhaps rightly) pegged him as a rather inconsiderate, cocky asshole...well, let's just say Chase wouldn't have to be pulling so hard to get a football scholarship.
"Uh-I've got, like, an A or whatever," He murmured faintly, looking everywhere but at Catalina as he spoke. He wasn't exactly ashamed of his grade, but no one expected a dipshit like him to somehow pull anything higher than a C, much less an A. And Chase had a very delicate image to uphold; if it got out that his highest grade was in a sissy class like cooking, he wasn't sure he'd live through the torment. This wasn't some High School Musical 'the jock can bake' kind of shit, as much as Chase sort of wished it was, just because the gymnasium in the movies was really nice. That's it.
Chase realized he zoned out, half staring at the girl as she'd began mixing up the remaining ingredients. He motioned for her to continue with an unconcerned smile. "Nah girl, keep it up." He gave her two over-the-top thumbs up and a cheesy wink. "You're doing great." She was doing a much better job than he would've probably done had he taken charge. A much...neater job for sure, he noticed, looking at the lack of flour that usually would surround his mixing bowls. He was a sloppy chef, but he'd managed thus far to keep his messes under wraps so the teacher didn't notice.
Chase couldn't help but let out a small 'aw man' type noise as she tore apart his very biased assumptions of Africa. He'd already spent a good ten minutes trying to imagine himself using a spear to catch food for his family. And getting to run around naked. How great would that be? It was too bad that Africa wasn't actually like that, and from the look Catalina had given him, he figured it was probably just like America. He shrugged, leaning back onto the counter again as he eyed the girl in front of him. "Maybe, but if it counts any, I think you'd have made an excellent warrior princess thing,"
notes;; this took 4 ever sorry
haha no i'm not
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 10, 2014 22:34:14 GMT -6
Catalina chuckled, "Oh can they?" she questioned, arching a brow at him amusedly. Confidence was good. Arrogance.... not so much. They were different things in her eyes. It was easy for her to tell that Chase was not one of the just confident guys. With looks like his and a smirk as cocky as his, arrogant was written all over him. Though as long as it didn't come off as annoying, she was sure they'd get along just fine, thankfully.
"Or whatever?" she laughed, "Are you embarrassed for having a good grade?" she asked curiously. There was no reason for anyone--even a popular guy--to be embarrassed for achieving a good grade. If anything, he should be proud as hell that he managed such a top notch mark, even if it was in a class that was considered feminine. Men had just as much of a chance as girls to get higher grades in a cooking class. It wasn't girly, if that was what guys thought. If anything, it was kind of attractive to know a guy could cook, rather than the stereotypical scenario where girls are the cooks and men are warriors or whatever the hell it was.
Catalina stirred the mixture slowly--she didn't have great arm muscles, which she would admit were suckish when it came to stirring things such as dough. She decided that if worse came to worst she would just get an electric mixer and use that rather than a simple whisk. She shrugged when he spoke, "Alright, but you can clean up," she grinned cheekily at him. Regardless of his grade--he may have just been able to bump it up by charming the teacher or something, since she seemed very... charm-able--who knew how great his actual cooking skills were. If they were ever partners again, she'd have to get him to cook something, since she grew more curious the more she thought about it.
A smirk pulled at the corners of her lips when he spoke, finally managing the dough consistency for the dough. Ignoring his disappointment, she spoke, "Can you get a pan for these?" she eyed the baking sheet, biting her lip. She smiled at his next comment, shrugging, "Why thank you, but I probably would've gotten eaten by a lion before I managed to do anything for the history books," she said, blowing out a sigh. It would've been great for that to be a reality--minus being a lion's dinner--though that just wasn't the way the world worked, unfortunately.
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Post by Tree on Jan 11, 2014 0:46:06 GMT -6
"Yeah, of course they can," Arrogance wasn't much different than confidence in Chase's book, and he crossed back and forth over the line between them daily without really caring either way. He wasn't the biggest, cockiest douchebag in the school, (probably) but Chase wasn't exactly the most humble either. He had a peculiar way of getting what he wanted, and thinking he could get them just from his looks, which as everyone knows, is a sure recipe for disaster.
"I mean-like, I'm not embarrassed. No." Chase laughed shortly. "It's just a grade, what's embarrassing about that?" Absolutely nothing, Chase reasoned to himself. He shouldn't be ashamed of his high grade, but unfortunately he very much was. "Not a problem," He added, hoping he hadn't blushed or anything when she'd asked about his grade. "I don't mind cleaning up. Especially since you're gonna need a break after all this hard work," He teased gently, watching her struggle a little with the dough.
"Eaten by lions is a pretty great way to go," Chase mused, fetching the pan she was asking for, glancing down at the dough. Being mauled to death definitely sounded a lot cooler than something like 'oh yah she died after being hit by a car', or something. It wasn't really something he wished to happen to him, but still. Lions. "You missed a spot-yeah right there," He pointed with his free hand to a chunk of dough near the side. "Mix it a little more and you'll be golden."
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 15, 2014 23:34:37 GMT -6
Catalina nodded slowly, "Are you sure?" she asked, smirking a bit. "I don't know, you tell me sweetie," she said, laughing. Although he seemed to disagree, he seemed a bit... awkward about his grade. Not necessarily ashamed--he seemed like a chef, in her opinion--but afraid of the idea that whatever reputation he had would crumble due to the fact that he was a top-notch chef compared to other guys at the school. "If it makes you feel any better, I think guys who can cook are much more attractive than the ones who can," she offered, smiling. She pouted when he spoke, unable to admit that her arms were feeling noodle-y after all this stirring, "Thank you! I'm glad you'll clean up after me, 'cause you know, making dough is tough," she said, deciding to just go with it since she didn't need him laughing at her not twenty minutes after they met.
She grinned, "Hell yeah it is," she replied. Although the idea of being chomped on by an animal probably twice her size was terrifying, it'd be pretty cool compared to anything else. Still, she didn't need to be eaten by a lion. That would be no muy good-o, or whatever those Spanish people said. She blushed when he pointed out the spot she missed, "I'm sorry I'm not as good as you," she replied, mixing in the last bit of ingredients until they were nice and doughy-looking. "There!" she grinned, taking the pan and placing the baking sheets on it.
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Post by Tree on Jan 25, 2014 3:59:51 GMT -6
"You shoulda said that ten minutes ago, I might've done it all myself," He said, cracking a wicked grin. It was very true; had she mentioned that simple fact moments earlier, he might've taken the bowl from her and done it all himself in a very selfless way. Impressing cute girls was Chase's biggest weaknesses, if that was not obvious enough already. That and 'Here Comes Honey Boo Boo', of course, which was a close second. "I think you can handle it," He jested, encouragingly. "You made it this far just fine-better than fine, really. You're doing a bang up job. Keep it up and I'll have to make sure you're my partner for every lab," He offered her a wink and a slow smirk. She was much better company than old whatshisname, and certainly easier on the eyes.
"Well, I mean, no one is as good as me-" As she finished mixing up the remainder of the dough, the senior laughed loosely at the very self-absorbed comment that was perhaps a little unnecessary, if very true. "But like I said, you're doing pretty damn good. Throw it in the oven and get it cookin'." Truly he was just eager for the finished results, which already had his mouth salivating in anticipation.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 25, 2014 4:23:55 GMT -6
Catalina grinned, "Aw damn. If only I'd known you were such a horndog back then," she teased, rolling her eyes halfheartedly. Not that it was completely obvious, but he was beginning to seem like the type of guy who--once he had his mind set--would try to get with one specific girl. Hopefully not her, since she didn't need that kind of drama in her life. His face may have been hard to resist, she tried to remind herself boys were more than just pretty toys. "I. Can't. Do. It." She let her arms go limp for emphasis, sighing heavily, "This is super exhausting, if you ask me," she yawned, "And hey, what if I want to be someone else's partner?" she questioned, cocking a brow at him. Though, it seemed as though everyone in the class had chosen their own partners and mentally decided they had to be together for the rest of the term. Pleasant.
She wrinkled her nose when he spoke, "Soooo cocky," she laughed alone with him. It was funny in a way, his arrogance, though she wondered if he truly believed that he was better than everybody else. She grabbed a small chunk of cookie dough from the bowl, and since her hands were already clean, she began rolling the dough up into a ball. She smirked, "You're so commanding. Let me work at my own pace and be a bit helpful," she said, giving him puppy dog eyes as though that would win him over, which she doubted would happen.
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Post by Tree on Jan 25, 2014 21:34:20 GMT -6
Chase rolled his eyes, scoffing loudly. "I'm not a horndog, thank you very much." As much as he tried to say it seriously, even he couldn't take his tone to heart, which wasn't anything new. He wasn't a 'horndog' exactly. Well, at least he didn't categorize himself as such. He knew others might see it differently, but as far as the men of this school went, he wasn't completely out of control. (yah ok chase whatever helps you sleep at night you big dumbbutt) The senior's features scrunched up, dumbfounded at her suggestion. "Why would you do that?" He managed through the confusion. "Why would you want anyone else to be your partner?"
"Fineeeee," He sighed heavily, cracking a grin. "If you want help, y'know. I can do more than just sit here and be pretty." He added, batting his lashes obnoxiously. Chase hadn't realized until she was almost done, but Catalina had done a great majority of the lab herself while he'd been looking her over casually and trying to act like the super slick guy he was. And although he'd normally be fine with letting her, he felt like maybe there was more to her than meets the eye-not like taming lions, but you know, like...a personality. And it'd be a shame to drive her off so early.
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Post by Narwhal on Jan 25, 2014 22:18:25 GMT -6
A smiled pulled at her lips when he spoke, "It's okay; you can be defensive," she laughed, patting his shoulder. Chase was definitely a horndog. Every guy was as far as she knew. And at a school full of extremely attractive people, she was sure they all got around. Which was slightly disturbing. Rather than playing games in her mind to figure out who wasn't a virgin, the game was to find out who was. "What if I want to try something new? Maybe I should have somebody who actually wants to help me out," she replied teasingly, giving him a gentle nudge to show she was only kidding around with him. He seemed like a decent partner, so long as he helped out a bit.
She grinned, "Thank you! You can roll up some cookie dough too now!" she exclaimed happily, nudging the bowl with her elbow towards him so he'd be able to grab some, "Are your hands still clean?" she asked, placing a ball of dough onto the baking sheet. The last thing she needed was a less-than-decent grade because their food got contaminated by him. She carefully grabbed some more dough before rolling it up in her hands. "So tell me about Tidewater. Was it a mistake to come here? Everyone here seems evil."
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