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"Don't worry about making me late. They are happy if I stay long enough to fall asleep in class." Maria says, giving me a sort of half smile, but she looks like she's in pain. I'm itching to fix her, to get rid of that bruise, but I know I can't chance it.

"I've only got study first period, so it's not a big deal either," I admit, grinning. Even if I did go to class now, it's not like I'd get anything done. I'd be too preoccupied. Maria seems really nice, and considering the only girl I spend time with is Liz, that's a big thing.

I feel like I should leave, but it's like I can't. Like I don't want to. ;)
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*Maria*

"I've only got study first period, so it's not a big deal either," he responds. I wonder why he's even talking to me. I mean we are in the hall in plain sight. People could wittness this and talk. He seems unaffected. He might not care what they think. Hmmm.

"If my memory serves me correctly I have English first period, but I don't think I've been there but twice. They give you points just for speaking it right?"

I walk over to the lockers and lean up against them. I'm still feeling the wear and tear of Hank's little punching bag session. Hopefully, the nice guy with the funny looking spikes won't notice. :wink:
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"If my memory serves me correctly I have English first period, but I don't think I've been there but twice. They give you points just for speaking it right?" She jokes, and I grin, watching her as she walks over and leans against some lockers.

She looks a bit wary of the fact that I'm talking to her, but I don't see a problem. I mean, it's not like I'm Mr. Popular. I tend to stick to hanging out with Alex, Liz, and the other guys in the band.

"I don't even get why they teach us a language we already speak," I say in reply, walking over towards where she is leaning, in order to get out of the way of the last few people in the hallway. I realize I've been staring at her, and shift my gaze from her face, blushing.

Maybe I should talk to more girls, so I don't act like an idiot around every one I meet. She probably thinks I'm a psycho, and is probably planning her escape right now.
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*Maria*

"I don't even get why they teach us a language we already speak," He agrees as he moves over to the lockers. His eyes are so mysterious yet so revealing at the same time. I wonder how I could have not noticed them before. Granted I'm not one to hang out with Alex's musically inclined friends. They tend to want groupies.

He must have realized I was staring because he looks away blushing. Uh I have embarrassed him. Great going Gurein. Why do i talk about myself in 3rd person? I really must be going nuts, but here I am having a wonderful siily conversation with a bot I hardly know but...
There's just something about him.

"Really I mean we live in New Mexico, and the foreign language they teach here is french. Seriously how many french people do you know? They should at least do Spanish so when we run away to mexico out of boredom we can barter for food and stuff."
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She has a funny look on her face, probably wondering which way I'm gonna go next, so she can run the other way. She already knows I'm a power-having freak, wouldn't want her to think I'm insane too.

"Really I mean we live in New Mexico, and the foreign language they teach here is french. Seriously how many french people do you know? They should at least do Spanish so when we run away to mexico out of boredom we can barter for food and stuff." She continues, and I just shake my head, laughing a little.

"I don't think the school is that smart."
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*Maria*

The mysterious man laughs as he shakes hsi head from side to side.

"I don't think the school is that smart." he answers truthfully.

Noticing that the halls are now empty I decide we'd better split.

"No they are most certainly not, but if they catch us standing in the hall during class without a good excuse they won't have to be. I don't want to get you into to trouble."

The moment the words leave my lips I know that there is a hidden menaing. A double untandra. For I don't want to get him in trouble or hurt. Not just from being around me, and everyone who is around me does.

"Maybe I'll see ya at Lunch." There's that word again maybe. I never make definite plans cause you never know when you'd have to break them. Maybe leaves you some wiggle room.

With that I start walking to class. At least I think my class is this way. Who knows? :wink:
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*Liz*

"Better? Like this?" he kisses me passionly. We spend all day and night fooling around. I was soo much fun being in his arms. I got so tired that I fallen asleep in his arms. I wasn't in positive I was. I was laying on top of Max.

I woke the next day; I look at my watch. "shit" I sit up and begain to shake Max. "Max wake up, were late for school." I said. I don't really care. I just don't want my parents to find out that I spend a night with a boy in his apartment. I usually make up a friend, and tell them I spend the night there. They of course always wanted to talk to the parents. So I change my voice into a fake parent.

I notice I was still in yesterday clothes. I made my self a note to change my clothes appearances once I get to school. Good thing I leave my bag at school. what about my homework you say? Well I usual do that at my lunch hour and my study hall. I don't usual spend too much time with it. But at least I'm passing my class. And that doesn't get my parents wonder where I have been.
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*Maria*

Lunch period doesn't come quick enough. I caught some much needed zzz's in English and made paper airplanes in Remidal Science. Taking my own advice I skip the mystery meat and go right to a table outside in the quad. Taking out my notebook, I begin sketching a couple that is fighting across from me.

The petite blonde is yelling at him while he stands emotionless. His face is blank therefore she assumess he doesn't care, but she misses the whole point to his lack of emotion. He's keeping it inside. I know cause I recognize the flicker of pain he almost shows.

She runs off angry and he sits down defeatedly at the table adjacent from mine. Finishing my drawing I look over the two figures. One is begging the other to confess with just a look while the other cannot let down his defenses.

Writing three words at the top I proclaim it finished. Glancing up at the shattered guy I whisper the words I had just wrote to myself almost as if it was a mantra.

"People always leave." :cry:
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Michael

"No they are most certainly not, but if they catch us standing in the hall during class without a good excuse they won't have to be. I don't want to get you into to trouble." She says with a smile, and even though I don't want to, I agree.

She starts off in the direction of her class, but before she gets far, throws in a "Maybe I'll see ya at Lunch."

"Yeah, maybe," I call back, heading off in the opposite direction. I space out through my first two classes, study, and algebra II, waiting for the lunch bell to ring. I'm so tired that I hardly think during class, but when I do, all I can think about is Maria. I don't know why. But it's not a bad thing.

When lunch finally comes, I wander towards the quad, perfectly packed lunch from 'good ole mom' in hand. I don't know why she still packs them, I hardly eat what's in it anyway. A smile on my face, I see Maria at one of the far tables, and figure, since the people I usually sit with are pissed off at me, it wouldn't hurt to go sit with her.

"Hey, again," I say a little loudly to get her attention, coming up in front of her.
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*Maria*

A voice in front of me startles me. It's not that jumpy it's just that particular voice is one I've been thinking about all day.

"Hey, again,"

I scramble to turn the notebook over. The last thing I need for him to see my drawing and think I'm a freak. I'm not manic deppressive or something like that. it's just the truth. People always leave.

"Oh Hi." Noticing his scak lunch I stifle a laugh.

"Whatcha got there?" I ask pointing to the brown bag. :wink:
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