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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 23:06:38 GMT -5
Whit walked down the Language hallway quickly, because he didn't want another teacher to see him. He took a key out of his pocket, put it in the lock and pushed the door open. The german classroom had the best television in the whole school, only because the german teacher went all out and bought the TV for the class. Whit got along the this teacher really well, and Whit suspected it was because he didn't take German. Every Friday around 4:30 Whit had access to the TV and he picked a new movie every week.
This week it was Rebel Without a Cause. He put the disc in the DVD player and sat back the office chair behind the teacher's desk. Clicking the paly button on the remote, Whit put his feet on the desk. Ah, freedom.
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 4, 2008 23:11:08 GMT -5
Dakota walked down the hall. She had just woke up. She had overslept. A lot. She heard a techer walking down the hall and she opened the door to the nearest classroom, only to find Whit. She didn't really like him. She looked at him and closed the door. She didn't really want to get caught walking around.
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Post by emilyy on Jan 4, 2008 23:12:53 GMT -5
Astoria had decided to take a shortcut to the cafeteria from her dormitory, she slung her messenger bag over her shoulder and walked down the languages corridor slowly, the bag thumped lightly beside her tight covered legs.
Everyone was most likely already down in the courtyard or canteen, so there wasn't much point in rushing.
As she passed the German office, she caught glimpse of the TV, it seemed to her like someone had left it on by accident.
Sighing, she pushed open the door, surprised to see Whit LeBlanc kicked back on the office chair, she bumped into Dakota who appeared to be leaving the office.
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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 23:19:46 GMT -5
Whit heard the door close and he paused his movie with a sigh. He put his feet down and wheeled over to see who it was. Whit was ultimatley shocked. Dakota Woods and Astoria Farro? Of all people. Random. He turned to Dakota. "Okay, this better be damn good because you just interrupted James Dean. Even you and your infinate wisdom of all things pink, sparkly and girly don't beat James Dean. Why are you here barbie?[/color] Whit smirked, maybe she would leave now.
Whit turned to Astoria. "Hey crazy haired piano chick. I didn't know you hung around with the Prep Squad. It's like the Mod Squad but lamer and they wear plaid. I thought you were decent..."[/color]
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 4, 2008 23:21:44 GMT -5
Dakota frowned and said "I hate pink and sparkley stuff, first of all. and second, it's not my fault I'm popular."
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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 23:27:13 GMT -5
Whit almost fell out of his chair when Dakota spoke. This was too amazing to pass up."It's not your...fault? I'm sure it must be so hard to pick out what amazing outfit to wear today, or which friends to hang out with, or what party to go to. I'm so sorry you've had this thrust upon you."[/color] He was beyond sarcastic, he was mocking her. "I don't dislike you because you're popular. I dislike you because I find you incredibly annoying and full of yourself. Sorry I forgot to bow when you walked in. We can try it again. Go on, walk out."[/color]
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Post by emilyy on Jan 4, 2008 23:27:53 GMT -5
Astoria's face stayed expressionless, "Oh I didn't know you two were in here" She said, acting suprised and backing towards the door.
"I can leave if you want?" She asked simply, shifting her bag to the other shoulder, as she watched them, deliberately ignoring his last statement.
Besides she didn't really want to listen, this kind of conversation could last for hours.
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 4, 2008 23:31:03 GMT -5
"I don't really pick out what to wear. I just grab something. I don't have many real friends anymore. And I go MAYBE one party a month. And I'm not full of myself. I just care about what I look like. I didn't know that was a crime. and I would prefer you didn't bow." Dakota said, getting annoyed.
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Post by whit on Jan 4, 2008 23:37:30 GMT -5
Whit smirked at her annoyance. This is what he lived for."If looking good was required under the law, a lot of people would have been sent to the gas chambers by now. I don't really care what you do in your free time. But it's a bit contradictory if you don't care what you wear, but you care about what you look like. I don't know. Being popular must be so hard.[/color] He couldn't wait to see her reaction. Can you say priceless.
Whit didn't really care about the movie, he could watch it next week. He turned to Astoria "You can stay if you want. And blondie and I didn't come here together. I know all of our lovey dovey talk makes it seem like we like each other, but if I wanted to be tortured I could have stuck my hand in a blender."[/color] He laughed as he wheeled back to the desk and put his feet up.
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 4, 2008 23:40:17 GMT -5
Dakota rolled her eyes and said "I don't care what I wear. But I do care if my face looks good." she sighed and said "You don't know the half of the shit I go through." she spaced and and heard him say 'And blondie and I didn't come here together'. "I don't think you can call someone 'Blondie'.
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Post by emilyy on Jan 4, 2008 23:46:36 GMT -5
"Sure sounds obvious" Astoria said with a slight laugh, "The chemistry is electric" She added.
She didn't move from her spot at the door, she looked at Dakota.
Stori had never met her before, she hadn't met either Whit or Dakota, but of course had heard plently about them.
The only thing Astoria had heard recently was a fight between her and this girl Rachel. For now, that is what Astoria chose to judge her on.
"Well I got crazy haired piano chick, think you got the better deal" She said, with a laugh, not seeing what the big deal about the name was.
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Post by whit on Jan 5, 2008 0:31:09 GMT -5
Whit chuckled. Astoria was witty, and Dakota was well, boring. "Well I think you really got the better name, because I would call Miss USA over there something a lot worse, but I hear the girl has a mean right hook. I don't want to end up like poor Rachel Gray."[/color] Whit had heard all about the fight over some boy and found it all very stupid. "If you prefer Astoria I can call you that, but I never was one for tradition. I guess I could make an exception. Maybe I'll call you Farro. It rolls off the tongue."[/color]
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 5, 2008 0:36:23 GMT -5
Dakota rolled her eyes and said "She had it coming. I'm gonna leave. I'm not in the mood for any of this." She walked out the door, slamming it loudly behind her.
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Post by emilyy on Jan 5, 2008 0:38:53 GMT -5
"What was that fight about?" Astoria asked Dakota curiously, she had been meaning to find out the exact details. She didn't need Rachel's explanation, from the look of her.
She smiled sweetly, as if asking a perfectly normal question, as she stepped back to watch Dakota storm out.
She turned to Whit, "I would have thought that Farro would be the traditional option" She said with a laugh, she liked correcting people, "Call me whatever" She then shrugged, she had so many nicknames she could answer to anything.
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Post by whit on Jan 5, 2008 0:53:46 GMT -5
Whit chuckled. "Okay, "Whatever." I mean you said I could call you whatever right? I'm not much of a gossip, but I do love me a good cat fight. More like cat bludgeoning. Miss USA beat the girl's ass. It's over some guy, uh...Alex someone. Dakota's dating him and Rachel thinks she's a slut. It's like a soap opera unfolding. It's awesome."[/color] Whit loves drama, because conflict is interesting. Whit hates being bored above all else. Astoria had remained expressionless throughout the entire time she was in the room. Well, Whit hadn't antagonized her yet, so it wasn't that unusual.
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