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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 17:40:15 GMT -5
Finally the bell rang, startling Dakota and her books scattering along the ground when she jumped. "Damnit," she muttered," not again" she grumbling, leaning down and then realizing what shirt she was wearing and covering the deep cut v-neck showing way too much of her cleavage as she picked up her colored pencils and charcoals |
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 17:44:30 GMT -5
he leaned down to help her pick up her stuff. peter's fingers brushed hers as he reached for a book, his eyes met hers, with a smile, then grabbed a few of the other books, seeing as she had the rest. "here." he said, for the second time in about an hour. "what do you have next?" he asked.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 17:47:33 GMT -5
Dakota frowned, but blushed. "Umm well Peter, you may've forgotten but for all semester we've had the same last two classes together" she told him, "algebra two and chemistry" a slight eye roll, she felt embaressed from him not knowing, and like a total forgotten loser, not to mention annoyed
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 17:51:58 GMT -5
he felt bad after that. "oh right." peter said. "i guess i just skip them too much..." he muttered, feeling like a big jerk now. he really shouldn't have felt so bad. but he couldn't help it. he was unfortunately a somewhat good person at times. "um...i think we can choose our new seats today. want to sit with me?" he asked, with a smile, trying to make up for it, knowing it was true.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 17:54:40 GMT -5
Dakota's face instantly lit up, not forgetting he forgot, instead storing it into her note-to-self's. "Really?"she asked hesitantly, biting her lower lip, eyebrows raised. "That would be really cool" she said, excited, as some of the dance team girls and cheerleaders looked on, some jealous, and some knowing what was in store for dakota |
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:00:36 GMT -5
peter smiled. "yeah really. maybe a table near the back would be great..." he suggested, his smile turning into a horny teen boy grin. he grabbed her hand and began to slowly walk out of the classroom, flipping his hair without moving his hands, just his head. some people stared, guys looked confused, girls gawked, gaped, and glared. clearly peter didn't care and he hoped dakota didn't catch on to some girls who were sighing, with a somewhat sentimental look on their faces.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:04:03 GMT -5
Dakota noticed his change in moods, from suave, suggestive gentleman, to horny suggestive teen. She giggled slightly,and took his hand, walking with him out of the classroom, trying to ignore the people staring at them |
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:09:00 GMT -5
peter smiled at her then walked with her up the steps to their classroom. he walked in, the teacher somewhat smiled, but seemed confused at them holding hands. the rest of the class was there, and they were somewhat late due to dakota's books falling. one of the only tables left was one in the back which was perfect. he looked over at her, still smiling, then led her towards the table.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:12:48 GMT -5
Dakota nodded at the algebra II teacher in acknowledgment, before taking a seat next to Peter. Nearly instantly there were notes on the board, and Dakota took out a purple spiral notebook, scribbling everything down in her girly, i's-dotted-with-hearts-and-looping-y-and-j kind of handwriting
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:18:44 GMT -5
peter had his own notebook, believe it or not. he had it with him, but really hadn't done anything with it. he took it out and pulled a pencil out of his pocket. he began to scribble notes down, in somewhat cursive and printed writing, mixed together. he looked up and copied down the rest of the notes. the teacher was going rather fast. he hated notes more than anything.
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