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Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Feb 19, 2011 1:57:32 GMT -7
 I'M THE NEW CANCER[/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There were a lot of reasons why Vaughn thought going to school in America sucked. The number one reason, however? How he was in lower classes. It drove him absolutely crazy that he was a senior, he was graduating with the rest of his class in Riverdale this year, but yet it seemed like half of his classes were junior-level classes! Chemistry, honestly? Who here took chemistry as a senior? Sure, they’d told him he was taking some of these classes because standards were different in this country and everything was slightly changed, but Vaughn hated it. Why couldn’t he just take senior level math anyway, whether it was something he’d already taken back home or not? It wouldn’t be nearly so embarrassing to be the only senior in this chemistry class besides that one kid who always fails and has to take it with the class below a second year. Honestly. This sucked. These kids probably just thought that Vaughn was as dumb as that kid, that he’d taken chemistry over in England and failed, that was why he was taking it here with them. Well, Vaughn didn’t deal well with an image like that. It took all he had on a daily basis to not yell that he wasn’t dumb to the class.
The thing was, though, science wasn’t Vaughn’s strong suit. He was good in English, he was good in history. But when it came to math and science? Yeahhh.. not so much. He could get through a course without failing, but he’d have to work extra hard to keep his grade decent, and usually Vaughn didn’t put a lot of work into his schooling and, well, all of his classes. The classes where it came easily to him, like history, he did well in because of the tests. He was one of those kids who was honestly pretty lucky to be where he was, considering the amount of work that he put into everything compared to the other kids. Most kids had to work pretty hard and spent a good portion of their early lives on schoolwork. Vaughn? He took the tests. He’d write the papers, too, just usually the morning of or night before. Most homework? Hah, right. Honestly, if they looked carefully into how Vaughn was spending his time here in America, he’d probably be deported. It was a privilege to be in this program and here in America for a year, they told him. And he wasn’t using that like he should.
Instead, what did Vaughn do? Show up to chemistry and whine to himself all hour about how he shouldn’t be in this classroom. He shouldn’t be with juniors. Did he get that point across yet? He vaguely paid attention to the teacher, his head slumped in one hand, absentmindedly doodling with his pencil with the other. ...Wait. Wait a minute. Did that teacher just say... project? With a partner. There weren’t many in the room, but Vaughn was one of the few that instantly gave a loud groan at the thought. Awesome. Science projects. Not only were they not his forte in the first place, but that meant he had to be partnered with someone. Super. The teacher started listing off the groups, and Vaughn sighed, setting down his pencil and actually paying attention. “Vaughn Gallagher, and... Tamara Ramachander.” Tamara who? A good portion of the class was looking at him for his reaction, and so that meant the other half was looking at her. Vaughn followed their gaze, and... oh. That Tamara. Great. He’d never really talked to her before, but he’d heard about her. This wasn’t going to be fun. When the teacher finished listing off the groups, he threw his stuff into a pile and trudged over to her table, dropping the pile down and sitting down next to her. “Don’t be expecting anything spectacular,” he said to her after a moment. She’d probably grow to hate him by the end of this. But you know what? Vaughn was ready for that. He embraced the thought.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -• B E C A U S E Y O U S A Y S O •UNDER YOUR BREATH[/b][/size][/font] 678 WORDS | COMPLETE | MANDEE W/ TAMARA | OUTFIT WILL COME LATER
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Post by Tamara Jade Ramachander on Feb 23, 2011 16:59:40 GMT -7
RSOR. It was arguably the most talked about subject within the walls of Riverdale High, only just barely surpassed by the rumors of who kissed who at last night's party. No one outside of RSOR knew what it was. Of course that was going to cause a bit of talking! There were all sorts of theories flying about, from the more mundane (that it was a fraternity of sorts for the 'smart kids'), to the more unbelievable (that it was a secret legion of teenage superheroes). Tamara Ramachander never paid much mind to RSOR in the past. She had friends in it, but had simply accepted their attempts at brushing her off. It didn't concern her that much anyway - She was just curious, after all, and if one had to buckle down and study constantly to get into it, then what was the point? Tamara wanted to succeed in school, yes, but she didn't want to become a complete Debbie Downer in the process. All of that changed in December of Tamara's junior year. Tamara's adopted sister, Lenita, was recruited into the RSOR. Tamara noticed a change in Lenita almost immediately. The little sister that shared all of her secrets with Tamara previously was being completely mum about RSOR. She would barely say a word on the subject, trying to steer away from it or worse, trying to tell Tamara that it was no big deal. No big deal? It was affecting her relationship with her sister! It wasn't just that, though. It was never just as simple as that. Part of it was jealousy on Tamara's part. Why had RSOR sought Lenita out, and not her? What did Lenita have that she didn't? Tamara thought wonders of her sister, don't get her wrong. But what drew RSOR to Lenita and not Tamara? What did Lenita have that she didn't? Tamara was for the first time in her life left out of something, and she found that she couldn't stand it. Which meant that she was trying to do everything in her power to get in. She doubted that she'd be accepted as a member of RSOR, of course, but she could 'get in' in other ways. She could at least uncover their secret. She was already privy to quite a few interesting conversations. All of these thoughts were going through Tamara's head as her teacher rambled on in chemistry. She didn't pay much attention to what the teacher was saying - Why should she? It wasn't that interesting anyway. It wasn't until the teacher started listing off names that Tamara snapped to attention. They were working in groups? She smiled a little, waving at a couple of friends of hers, hoping that she would get paired with them. Then this assignment might not be so bad. However, that wasn't what happened at all. Instead, she was paired up with a strange boy she'd barely seen before. The new kid, and from what she heard, a senior no less. Great, she was stuck working with a flunkie. The boy didn't look happy about working with her either. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at this. As he took a seat next to her, she raised an eyebrow at his comment. Really? "Don't worry, I'm not. Especially with that attitude."[/color] This was going to be a long class period, unless something happened to spice it up a bit. Word count: 575 To: Beth/Vaughn Notes: They seem like such awesome partners. |
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Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Mar 6, 2011 22:20:10 GMT -7
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There comes a time in every senior’s life when he or she can’t wait to graduate high school. They want nothing more than to finish and leave the place for good. When there’s no stronger desire in the world than to be done. For some seniors, that comes about halfway through the year, or close to the end of first semester. For most? It’s at the beginning of their senior year. Walking into those doors and knowing it’s your last first day is a liberating feeling for most. Only one hundred and eighty days left, one hundred and eighty days to true freedom. It’s one thing when you finish a school year and they let out for summer. It feels great. But the summer after your senior year? It was prophesied to be the best. Sure, a lot of kids, or a majority during this day and age, just had college coming up after that. But at least (for most) college was your own choice. You could decide where you wanted to go, if you wanted to go there. It was nothing like high school, being forced to listen to teachers you can’t stand and complete assignments with no point.
And then if you were Vaughn? You didn’t have college on the horizon. None of that mattered. Because once those doors let out for summer, once he held that diploma in his hands in a matter of months, his life was going to start rocking. None of what he was dealing with now would matter. He wouldn’t have shitty teachers, shitty classes, and shitty lab partners. He may not have known this girl yet, at all, but already he didn’t like her. There was just something about her, the air with which she held herself... Vaughn honestly didn’t think he could stomach it. It was painful. And he’d have to sit here and complete a project with her? And worse, what if it wasn’t something they could get done during class time only? What if they, gasp, had to do it as homework? Would he have to go over to her place? Would she have to come to his dorm? Fuck, that would be torture! Vaughn would gladly take the F. Hah, that would be funny for that girl, too. She wouldn’t be so high and mighty then, would she, after she failed chemistry? What a horrible class. It sucked in the first place, and it brought out the worst in Vaughn, whatever bad aspects of his personality weren’t already evident in the first place.
Vaughn was generally a bitter person nowadays, what with his heartbreak in the past and how much he complained about America and seemingly everything and everyone in it. But put him in a science course like chemistry, and especially with a group of juniors, making him feel stupid? He’ll get even worse, and that was exactly what was happening right now. Maybe if he’d had a different partner, a guy, perhaps, this wouldn’t be so bad. But no, he’d gotten stuck with this girl. Vaughn narrowed his eyes, glaring over at her, completely tuning out their teacher and whatever instructions she was now giving them for this project. “My attitude?” he snarled, his thick English brogue accenting his every word. “You want to press me like that, you’ll be doing this goddamn project entirely on your own!” Honestly, she might be a little better off doing it on her own. There wasn’t a chance of Vaughn fucking it up that way.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -• B E C A U S E Y O U S A Y S O •UNDER YOUR BREATH[/b][/size][/font] 586 WORDS | COMPLETE | MANDEE W/ TAMARA | OUTFIT WILL COME LATER
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Post by Tamara Jade Ramachander on Mar 6, 2011 22:24:40 GMT -7
In all honesty, Tamara did not have any qualms about this boy at first. Why would she? She hardly knew anything about him! Even the fact that he was a senior in a junior class didn't matter that much to her until he made his comment upon sitting down by her. Had she known that she'd instigated drama between friends of his she might have understood his actions a little better, but right now? Right now they weren't getting off on the right foot at all. "Yes, with your attitude. I'm not the one who came over here warning you not to expect anything spectacular. If you're not willing to put that much effort into this, then I won't expect it. Simple as that."[/color] Her own slight accent, a Scottish one, came through. Typically, her accent was primarily American, but she did spend the first few years of her life in Scotland. Therefore, when she wasn't paying much attention, the accent could slip out. Back to the subject matter, though. Really, she didn't understand why he was getting ao defensive in the first place. What was his deal? Again, she felt like she was missing something here. Was he on edge because he was RSOR? It seemed silly to jump to that conclusion straight away, but it made sense, given her likely reputation with the club. She also couldn't say that it would be entirely a loss if she did have to do this project on her own, given her company, but she doubted that the teacher would approve. Too bad, but hey, this could actually turn out to be interesting. "So, what is your deal anyway? You come over here acting like I'm the scum on the bottom of your shoes. I'd like to find out what makes you feel that way. You hardly know me, after all."[/color] Tamara questioned him in a mock innocent tone, tapping her pencil on her desk in front of her. "We're stuck working together, so we need to figure something out. Be thankful we weren't partnered up for that Valentine's Day thing."[/color] This one she truly meant. Although she might have enjoyed that a bit more than Mr. High and Mighty Angelo. That guy was odd. Figured, the girl who loved getting into other peoples' business would get paired up with someone whose business she could not get into simply because he was far removed from the social scene. In fact, Tamara knew very well who Vaughn had been paired with, now that she thought of it. She was on decent terms with Kodi Chandler, and the two were building up a friendship as time went on. She waited to see how Vaughn would react to all of this. Certainly, with all that she gave him, he had to have something heading her way. What, though? Word count: 490 To: Beth/Vaughn Notes: Woop? XD |
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Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Mar 20, 2011 9:37:58 GMT -7
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -If it had been up to Vaughn, science courses wouldn’t be mandatory. You wouldn’t need them to graduate high school. Instead, you could take whatever classes you were going to need after high school, whatever subject you were going to go into in college. Or if you were going straight into the work force or a two-year tech school program, you could take appropriate classes such as metals or other tech ed courses. It really made a lot more sense, if you asked Vaughn. You didn’t have to suffer through half of your day, and teachers wouldn’t have to put up with students who didn’t want to be there. Like Vaughn. God, he hated science, he hated it so much. He’d much rather be in gym or English, if anything. It may not be noticeable on the outside at all, but Vaughn was actually a very good poet, and he enjoyed it, too.
But that was a secret. If anyone ever found out that he wrote poetry, Vaughn would be dead. He was beyond embarrassed. Besides, it wasn’t like he was going to spend his life writing poetry, anyway. He was going into the military, he was going to serve and protect his country, just like he’d done in his past life. He wasn’t put here to write some mimsy poetry shit. Granted, the words Vaughn put onto paper were rarely shit. As mentioned, he was actually very good, and if he wanted to, he could get somewhere with his poetry. He could be the next Robert Frost. His poems were deep, they were thoughtful. They had meaning to them. If anyone ever got his or her hands on a poem by Vaughn Gallagher, hell, there was no way he or she would ever even consider that it was written by him. He didn’t seem capable of such thoughtfulness.
Which was evident by watching his actions in chemistry class today. Vaughn was being far from thoughtful, but hey, he didn’t blame it all on himself. This girl wasn’t being such a charmer, either. “What’s my deal?” the foreign exchange student questioned, raising his eyebrows. “I’m not the one who’s taking things to a whole new exasperating level! I came over here with a simple comment, and you’re blowing it way out of proportion.” His eyes narrowed as he glared over at her. This project was going to seem like it would never end, Vaughn could tell that already. Only a few minutes in he’d already had enough. “If you were my Valentine’s date I would have walked out the door already,” he sneered, turning his head away from her like she wasn’t worthy of any conversation with him. “You’re nauseating me.” And he was telling the truth. But yet even Vaughn couldn’t help but notice how cute she was... No. No, Vaughn! She’s beyond irritating, remember? Don’t even begin to get thoughts like that. Push them out of your head. You don’t feel like that about girls. Ever.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -• B E C A U S E Y O U S A Y S O •UNDER YOUR BREATH[/b][/size][/font] 498 WORDS | COMPLETE | MANDEE W/ TAMARA | OUTFIT WILL COME LATER
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Post by Tamara Jade Ramachander on Mar 20, 2011 10:17:08 GMT -7
Tamara found that she was growing more and more annoyed with this boy as time passed. If she'd known about his thoughts at that point in time, she would likely have agreed with him, however. She didn't see the point of being forced to take classes that one didn't enjoy and wouldn't need for their chosen field in college anyway. Or, if they weren't going to college, whatever they decided to do after high school. Tamara didn't mind science class, although it wasn't her favorite class in the world. Still, she was witness to quite a few interesting events in chemistry...and it seemed as though she would be caught in the middle of one at this very moment. How quaint. Vaughn tried to play it off as her comment. She, of course, wasn't going to take the blame that easily. In all honesty, it was probably both of their faults. Neither of them were displaying absolutely wonderful attitudes at this point in time. Neither of them had positive attitudes toward this project in the first place, which probably didn't help. "I responded with a simple comment too. You did have an attitude when you first came over. It was an observation. You're the one who went on the defensive, saying that I was pressing you."[/color] Tamara was annoyed, yes, but she was also enjoying herself to some extent. She was pressing him. That was what she did with people, whether she tried to consciously or not. Tamara pretended to be offended at Vaughn's next statement. She even added in a gasp for full measure. "You sure know how to treat a girl."[/color] She responded, shaking her head. Tamara was pretty sure she knew who did have Vaughn as a date too. It happened to be a friend of hers, a freshman girl she'd taken under her wing by the name of Kodi. Apparently the 'date' hadn't gone too horribly, although apparently he had more tact when it came to school sponsored events than in class itself. Even Tamara couldn't help but look furious at Vaughn's next statement. She might have enjoyed pressing people's buttons, yes, but even she recognized just how rude a statement that was. And she was truly offended this time. "I'm nauseating you?"[/color] As she glared at the boy, she couldn't help but notice that even considering the circumstances, he really wasn't all that bad looking. It was also kind of fun messing with him, until he blurted out that she nauseated him. Oh well. She'd have to overcome that hurdle and she what she could do. Word count: 446 To: Beth/Vaughn Notes: Woop? XD |
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Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Mar 26, 2011 23:08:37 GMT -7
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Arguing was, arguably — no pun intended — one of Vaughn’s favorite pastimes, and one of his talents. It wasn’t like he was the sort of guy to jump to conclusions constantly and be jumping at others’ throats, but on the other hand, it really didn’t take a lot to set him off. He was touchy. One wrong comment and if he already isn’t any too fond of a person — like Tamara, or anyone in his entire chemistry class — then he’s going to go off. Like he was starting to on Tamara. She wasn’t really at fault, and deep down inside, very deep down, part of Vaughn knew that. However, he also didn’t give a shit. It was much more fun to argue and bother people than it was to be mature. Everyone knew that, and Vaughn was clearly no exception.
At times, sure, Vaughn could be mature. Or, well, he had been. Not so much anymore. Vaughn had pretty much pulled out all the stoppers in life at this point. He did whatever he felt like, whenever he felt like. If his teachers and administration really knew what went on behind closed doors, he’d be lucky to finish this year in America. He’d be put on probation and most likely sent back within a few weeks. And honestly, right now? Vaughn wouldn’t mind that idea all too much. He missed his home country. England... He wasn’t a fan of America in the first place, but England? He really couldn’t complain about his home country. It was nice to be able to reside in the same country you’d ruled in your first life, especially when in that former life, you didn’t spend any of your reign there. It was like Richard was making up for what he’d missed.
His thoughts were elsewhere, however, as his attention swiveled back to this girl sitting next to him, of which, he noted briefly, he didn’t even know the name. He’d figure it out sooner or later, he was sure. It wasn’t exactly a priority at the moment. Instead, his priorities were more focused on the words leaving their mouths. “I went on defensive because you were pressing me! Is that illegal in this country of yours? Are there any other laws they seemed to forget to inform me of?” His eyes narrowed, and he made a point of looking at the teacher at the front of the room, though it was brief and he didn’t take in a single word of what she was talking about. He was surprised, in fact, that the teacher hadn’t called either of them out on their talking. They weren’t exactly being quiet, after all. “Yes, you are nauseating me,” he replied with exasperation, looking back at her again, his gaze a glare. “Immensely. And if your country had a little more tact I’d make a request to switch partners but clearly, we’re a little pettier here.”- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -• B E C A U S E Y O U S A Y S O •UNDER YOUR BREATH[/b][/size][/font] 487 WORDS | COMPLETE | MANDEE W/ TAMARA | OUTFIT WILL COME LATER
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Post by Tamara Jade Ramachander on Mar 27, 2011 21:55:03 GMT -7
When one stepped back and took a look at it, Tamara and Vaughn were more alike than either of them would probably ever admit. She was annoyed with Vaughn, yes. There was no denying that. It was clear in both her actions and her words. However, she was also enjoying this. She was enjoying the exchange of words, waiting to see how he would respond so that she could begin to formulate her own responses. That said, it wasn't very hard to set off Tamara either, although she usually had a more vindictive temper than an explosive one. She could throw a tantrum with ease, but usually her biggest tantrums were focused on words rather than actions. Tamara knew darn well that words could hurt people, and she was quite practiced in using them as weapons. The next thing Vaughn started on was the country they were in. Tamara laughed. She honestly couldn't help it. Was he that desperate that he needed to insult America rather than her? To be fair, she wasn't a very shining example of an American, but the whole thing struck her as ridiculous. It was even more hilarious when one considered that Tamara was technically born in Scotland. She'd moved to the United States at a young age, and was therefore more American than Scottish, but the fact was that she wasn't born American either. "Really? That's all you can come up with? And I wasn't aware that this was my country...I've really gone up in the world!"[/color] As she said this, she let her hint of a Scottish accent pronounce itself. All the while, she couldn't help but notice that even though she wanted to reach out and rip out his vocal cords, his own accent was rather nice. If he wasn't being such an ass she might have actually enjoyed talking to him. However, he was very much being one, and thus Tamara couldn't really enjoy his accent for what it was worth. Too bad, so sad. "You might want to go to the bathroom then. From the way you talk, it would be the best of both worlds. No more nausea, and you can get out of class due to being sick. Win win, don't you think?"[/color] She certainly wasn't going to admit that she hoped he didn't take this course of action. She also vaguely noted that they hadn't started on their assignment yet, but that was in the back of her mind. It really was too bad that she found this whole thing entertaining. Not to mention, if he really hated her so much, why wasn't he acting already? What was stopping him? If he whined enough, the teacher would probably listen to him, after all. Yet he stayed, and continued to argue with her. Didn't make much sense, unless there was something else going on. Word count: 491 To: Beth/Vaughn Notes: Woop? XD |
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Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Apr 5, 2011 4:58:10 GMT -7
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Love was a funny thing. There were a lot of people in the world, actually, who didn’t even believe that it existed. Vaughn, however — somewhat surprisingly — was not one of those people. He knew that love existed; he wasn’t that naïve. He’d been in love at one point. And that one point, well, it had been the happiest time of his existence. His entire world had come crashing down when his girlfriend died. They were going to get married someday... They were going to start a life together. Hell, Vaughn would have even have had kids with her if that was what she wanted. But those days were over and gone; she wasn’t coming back.
And that was a turning point in Vaughn’s life. He was never the same after that. Everything about him seemed to be altered and transformed. He still believed in love, yes, but he didn’t believe that love was for him. It was like he’d blown his chance. Sure, it wasn’t his fault at all, how his girlfriend had died. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t still blame himself. It was his fault she’d died, after all. He hadn’t given her a lift home, or walked her home, or did something. Now she was gone... It was horrible pain, knowing that it was your fault that someone was dead. Or in Vaughn’s case, told yourself that it was your fault. It didn’t matter how many people told Vaughn that it wasn’t his fault; he wouldn’t believe them. Maybe that was why he was in America now more than anything. He was escaping it all. No one knew him that well here; no one knew his past. No one would be able to pester him about what had happened, because no one knew him.
However, he didn’t seem to be making too many good impressions on these Americans, his new classmates. He didn’t have a ton of friends at Riverdale. Sure, Vaughn had party friends. Everyone had grasped within his first few weeks here that he was a kid who really knew how to party. And he was invited to all the parties soon after that. But at the same time, it wasn’t like he was popular; he was just fun to party with. There wasn’t much more than that. And over time, sure, Vaughn developed more friendly relations with some other students. But he still wasn’t good on the first impression thing, clearly. He and Tamara — though he didn’t even know her name yet — obviously weren’t hitting it off too well. “I didn’t realize this was a contest for the best remarks, or I would’ve been trying harder! But you’re certainly welcome, darling. Congratulations. I thought you Americans were supposed to have great national pride and all that... Obviously not...” He rolled his eyes, looking away, but looked right back in disgust at her next comments. “Whyever would I want to get out of class?” he sneered. “I’m having just the best of times here with you...” Sarcasm, most obviously. But he had noticed that Scottish accent. He almost wanted to know more, but... hell, he wasn’t asking.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -• B E C A U S E Y O U S A Y S O •UNDER YOUR BREATH[/b][/size][/font] 523 WORDS | COMPLETE | MANDEE W/ TAMARA | OUTFIT WILL COME LATER
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Post by Tamara Jade Ramachander on Apr 6, 2011 17:58:58 GMT -7
Tamara had yet to fall in love. Sure, she'd had crushes, but it had never blossomed into anything. She had a crush on Errol, but she couldn't see herself doing anything about it any time soon. For all the gossiping and drama mongering that Tamara did, she was afraid of it being turned back on herself. Falling for someone, and letting that relationship hit the public eye would put a target on her back, in the same way she was putting targets on others' backs. She could dish out the medicine, but she couldn't take it. Or, at the very least, she was afraid to even try. She rolled her eyes at another 'Americans' comment. She considered herself to be more American than Scottish - She was raised in America from the time she could barely talk on - So part of her annoyance was directed at the fact that yes, he was insulting her. Yet she was the one who the attitude? She was the one prodding this whole thing on? It took two to tango! He wasn't behaving any better than she was! Not that she would admit that she was behaving badly... "Because every single person who lives in England is exactly the same as well, correct? Do you even realize how ridiculous you sound? England should be pleased that I know better than to assume that you're the best representative that it has to offer...because if you were, you'd be a very poor example." She sneered, hoping that she would succeed in getting under his skin to some extent. Even if she didn't, though, she knew that this conversation would continue. Both of them were engaged in this argument, and neither of them seemed willing to give in. The junior noted that the senior didn't take her advice. Hmm, this was interesting. One would think if he was really that annoyed with her he'd jump at the chance to get away. There was the chance that pride was keeping him from doing so (a chance that she was considering since he was coming across as quite the pompous ass to her), but she doubted that was entirely it. Why did he need to prove himself to a girl that he could care less about, anyway? "Clearly. You've already been given the perfect chance at escape and you have yet to take it. There must be something keeping you here."[/color] She hoped he wouldn't provide her with a stupid excuse along the lines of 'I can't leave, we're in class'. That would be a lie and she knew it. Obviously he didn't care that much about class if he was a senior in a junior level class. She kept her gaze on him, waiting to see what he would pop up with next. Word count: 476 To: Beth/Vaughn Notes: Bahaha he's got a flower on his shirt. |
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