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Post by Jess on Feb 24, 2014 14:24:53 GMT -6
"You're just basking in the glory of having every girl stuck with the idea that youre attravtive, and a good lay," Arabella said, not exactly understanding how he could be happy about his reputation. "I'm apparently the unattractive ice queen of the school," she said with a roll of her eyes, unamused by her new title.
She gave him a genuine smile, ignoring the teacher when shr tried to grab his attention, leaning over the table, trying to 'look at how well they were doing'.
When it became extremely obviois by how hard she was trying, Arabella looked at her. "Ms. Sullivan, not all boys are into sleeping with old women that even their husbands rejected. So why don't you get your tits out of his, and my, face and pull down your skirt so your cooch doesn't play peek-a-boo. It really isn't very classy," she said, looking careless as she told her off.
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 24, 2014 14:43:10 GMT -6
"Why not? Nothing wrong with the glory if it's true," Lance said thinking that half of it was at least true. He knew some girls just didn't understand the mind of a guy, but that was fine, he didnt always understand girl minds either. He frowned, "who called you that?" He asked wondering if it was that same blog.
Just when he figured out the problem and the world was going well, the teacher decided she needed to check on them, leaning against the table, her tits basically falling out. His first instinct would be to look, but he forced himself to look at the book. He could feel his manhood grow hard from imagining what her breasts felt like against his face. He was thankful that Arabella said something, he even laughed T how she embarrassed the teacher basically. "Thanks" he whispered when the teacher left them and moved onto another table.
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Post by Jess on Feb 24, 2014 14:48:20 GMT -6
"The same person that wrote all that about you," Arabella said with a shrug, fiddling with the pen between her fingers. "I might be an ice queen, but I know I'm at least an attractive one," she said with a genuine smile, just teasing. She didn't really take the blog to heart, but it was annoying how it made her look like someone to avoid.
A little smirk spread across her lips as the teacher stormed off. "No problem. Last thing I needed was a boy at full mast sitting next to me. That's just awkward," she said with a little wink, knowing perfectly well that not many boys could ignore the teacher. It was cute how he had at least tried.
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 25, 2014 0:51:09 GMT -6
((Seriously, I had a response on my phone and it didn't post it.... wtf))
"I don't think you are an Ice Queen," Lance lied scrunching up his forehead. She had ignored him from day one of the class, but she ignored everybody really, even the teacher sometimes. "And she is definitely wrong in saying you are unattractive," He said with a smile, though he knew his charms wouldn't win her over easily.
"Umm yeah, that would be awkward," Lance said closing his legs as hard as he could to hide that he actually had a hard on. He cleared his throat and tried to tackle the next question, trying to distract himself.
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Post by Jess on Feb 25, 2014 1:07:17 GMT -6
"Don't lie. Everyone knows I'm a bitch," Arabella said with a slight smile and a shrug. It wasn't even that she didn't like making friends, it was simply the fact that she hadn't found people she wanted to make friends with. People in America were so different than what she was used to back home. It just felt weird mingling with people that just didn't understand her. "And if you're trying to be smooth with me, it isn't going to work. I have this bullshit detector built into my brain," she said, though she was just joking around with him this time.
She leaned a bit closer to him, grabbing his text book as she explained further into the lesson, trying to find a way to explain it to him in a way he would understand. He really seemed to be trying to get it, which she admired. At least he wasn't just giving up on it all together.
"Look, if you ever need tutoring with this...I can help. I mean, I've seen your homework...." she said, not wanting to just say it straight out that he was obviously struggling.
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 25, 2014 1:28:15 GMT -6
"Okay, you caught me. I was lying," Lance joked in a very sarcastic tone. He didn't really want to admit she could be a bitch sometimes, it felt like a cruel joke to agree with the blog. "i know, being smooth with you just means I will slide off the ice and into the freezing water," He said making a sound like he had fallen off something and then adding a splash at the end as if he landed in said water.
Lance started to understand what she was explaining, though he was sure he wouldn't remember later. He raised an eyebrow, she had seen his failure. "Go ahead and tell me. I'm an idiot." he said sighing.
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Post by Jess on Feb 25, 2014 1:34:16 GMT -6
"I know you were," Arabella said with a little giggled. "Look, it's not like I don't want to have friends. It's just...people are so different here, you know? I came completely different place, with a different culture. And I guess I'm just trying to keep myself from finding a reason to stay," she said with a shrug, looking back to the paper. She was actually surprised she had said that much to him, and didn't even realize that what she had said was the complete truth until it was already out there. Is that really how she felt?
"No! You aren't an idiot. You just...haven't found a way to learn something this difficult and have the information really stick," she said with a shrug. "Like...what is one thing that you really like?" she asked, wondering if she could incorporate something he liked to do in a way to teach him Chemistry.
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 25, 2014 9:30:39 GMT -6
"Different? How so?" Lance asked feeling that yes some cultures were different but people were people. He knew it was difficult to find friends, he had trouble himself years ago. But since he started learning to accept who he was and other people and their flaws, it wasn't so hard to be friends with everyone. "If you want, I would be your friend, that is, if you want me too," He said smiling and chuckling.
Lance rolled his eyes, he knew any career with chemistry was not going to be what he did, and he had accepted this. "Oh don't sugar coat it, I know I am," He laughed, he was sure she didn't want to know what he really liked. "Sex," He joked laughing even louder.
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Post by Jess on Feb 25, 2014 11:12:05 GMT -6
"Just...the way you guys act. The activities...its just, different," Arabella said with a shrug, not really able to explain exactly how things were different. "Like...I once told a teacher here I'd give them a tingle if I needed any help. He gave me the strangest look, and then I had to explain to him that 'tingle', in Australia, is slang for a ring. A call," she explained, just giving him an example. If she used the same slang that she did at home,people would look at her as though she were crazy.
She blushed when he mentioned sex. "Well," she started as she cleared her throat, the blush deepening as she actually looked at him. "Not sure how I would bring that into a tutoring lesson with you."
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 25, 2014 14:18:29 GMT -6
"Ah I see, yes I would look at you steangly too, though more sexual than anything." Lance said laughing and shaking his head, the word 'tingle' made him think of something sexual for sure, but he was a sexual guy. "Honestly that's going to happen anywhere, I mean if you go to England it would happen," he said shrugging, he felt that wasn't an excuse to hide from people.
Lance loved the way she reacted "I was joking, I mean I love sex," he said trying to explain and failing. "I'm a big sports fan," he added quickly.
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Post by Jess on Feb 25, 2014 14:24:04 GMT -6
"Yeah, he found it really sexual too," Arabella laughed, shaking her head. "There's a lot into why I'm not exactly an open person," she stated, not at all wanting to go into it. She didnt know him well enough. And frankly, it was really none of his business.
She looked up at the teacher as the end of class was nearing. Apparently they were all going to continue the assignment the following day.
"What's your favorite sport?" She asked curiously, standing up. "How about we meet on the field after school for some studying."
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 25, 2014 15:11:34 GMT -6
What guy wouldn't take that as sexual? Lance knew even old gesers would think it was sexual and make a pass at her. He shrugged, he wasn't one to push people , well sometimes. "I think all men will take that sexually," he said smiling.
Lance closed his book hoping he would be able to finish this later. He smiled when she offered to help outside of class, "you dont have to feel obligated," he said putting his book into his backpack.
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Post by Jess on Feb 25, 2014 16:13:06 GMT -6
"I'm willing to help," arabella said with a smile, grabbing her purse and making sure all of her stuff was put away before she turned to him.
"Maybe I'm just tired of marking off your papers so much. I mean, I haven't had to do so much writing in my entire life," she teased, pulling her hair out of the pony tail, ruffling it a bit so that it didn't look like it had been in a pony tail all day.
"Just make sure to wear clothes you can move in," she instructed, the teacher shooting her a dirty lool when she over heard what she said.
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 25, 2014 20:42:43 GMT -6
Lance grabbed his backpack and chuckled "Alright, well I like football," He said knowing he loved baseball more, but lately there was this odd couple down at the field all the time. It creeped him out honestly so he avoided that place now. "Ouch, that was a low blow," He said pouting, he knew he wasn't good at this class. He watched her take her hair out of the pony tail and smiled "Do you only have a pony tail for class?" he asked her as he made his way out of the classroom and into the hallway. He laughed wondering if she was talking to him or the teacher. "Do you mean me?" He asked.
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Post by Jess on Feb 26, 2014 0:26:55 GMT -6
"Well, I'll figure something that involves football," arabella said with a little smile, walking with him out of the classroom.
She shrugged when he mentioned her hair, thinking over for a second exactly why she did that. "Well, I put my hair up when im really thinking. Its weird, but I do," she said as she gripped onto her purse, walking next to him so that she was blocked from the teacher's glare. He was more than a foot taller than her, even in her heels, so he hid her with ease.
"And I was talking to you. Wear some running shorts, a loose shirt, and be prepared to do a lot of running," she said, turning to face him, giving him a little smirk. "See you later," she said, giving him a slight wave before turning her back to him and walking away.
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 26, 2014 0:36:33 GMT -6
"That would be awesome," Lance said thinking he could actually learn if it involved sports, but he would have to wait to make sure it did. He nodded his head at her explanation thinking it was a girl thing. "How do you think I'd look with long hair?" He teased, completely oblivious to the teachers glaring. "Running? Why? I thought we would be learning chemistry?" He said suddenly feeling confused.
Lance watched her walk away, realizing they hadn't set a time. "Hey! When is this happening?" He yelled down the hall, trying to be heard over the buzz of students laughing and talking.
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Post by Jess on Feb 26, 2014 0:45:06 GMT -6
"Yeah, running because its involving football. Dont question my technique," Arabella said with a laugh, still formulating exactly what they were going to do. She was still trying to figure out her reward system if he got the answers right. But she had more than enough time to work it all out.
"And it will be at three, right after school!" She called back to him, loud enough that she knew he would hear it, but never turning around to look back at him.
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 26, 2014 0:56:29 GMT -6
Lance shrugged, if she was going to be the boss he would follow, that is if it really did help him learn. If not he would probably just forget it and keep failing or cheat.
"Three, okay." Lance said mostly to himself as he headed down the hallway towards his next class.
((Fast forward?))
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Post by Jess on Feb 26, 2014 1:13:35 GMT -6
((Yep! ^.^))
Arabella laid out on the field, holding a text book up above her as she memorized some of the different formulas. She wore a pair of running shorts and a sports bra, prepared for a work out herself. Her hair was back up in a pony tail, pulled back completely to stay out of her face, and her heels were replaced with white sneakers.
Her eyebrows furrowed a bit as she looked at some of the equations, trying to make sure that she understood them herself before attempting to teach them to someone that hadn't a clue.
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 26, 2014 1:18:33 GMT -6
Lance arrived on the field about three minutes late, he had been trying to get this girls number and she was proving difficulty, though she gave it to him in the end, he felt like it was a fake number. He spotted Arabella on the field and jogged over to her. He was wearing long basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt. "Hey," He said, placing his backpack on the ground near her and placed his hands on his hips.
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