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Post by nicole evans on Mar 23, 2008 9:35:16 GMT -5
making every possible mistake Which is nearly impossible, really. For a girl like Nicole? Pfft, mistakes are definitely a thing of humor, of petty. Although it may sound very arrogant right now, it just doesn't associate with a girl, or as she was proclaimed by society -- a genius (a title she takes very lightly), like Nicole. But here she was, making a mistake. One that she would've probably, in moments later, would definitely regret.
She took a foreign language class. Spanish, to be more specific.
Nicole in all honesty didn't really know what she was thinking. Well, okay, so she knows what she was thinking. The girl thought that there's definitely not enough challenge in her school these days. Even though she's in some advanced placement classes (that she even sometimes don't know how to handle), from time to time, she gets... bored.
"It shouldn't be hard anyway," the girl reassured herself when she signed up for the class. In her mind, there were probably traces of dread about whether she'd survive this class or not. She could barely converse a full-length conversation with someone in her own language (damn her bashfulness!), and now she's attempting to do it in another language? Yeah, it doesn't add up.
Either way, she can't do anything about it now.
Nicole has signed up for it, and now she has to go through all of this. The dark haired girl was then waiting for everyone to pile up the room as she take a seat at the 'safe side', which would be in the middle. (She heard that if you seat in the front, you'll look too eager; and then if it's in the back, then you're just not interested at all.) Feeling a tad bit nervous in the pit of her stomach.
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Post by Landon Morrison on Mar 23, 2008 23:52:21 GMT -5
Ever since High School started, Landon had been struggling with the whole jock stereotype; that they all were stupid and the only reason they passed their classes was because they used peer pressure to get the nerdy kids to help them cheat and do their homework for them. But Landon wasn't like that.
He actually tried, and truth be told, when it came to language arts, he was quite talented. He liked writing, excelled in his poetry class, aced English without hardly any effort every year, loved his creative writing class, and had taken French for three years, always getting an "A" in there. It was the competition that fueled him. He didn't like being bested by all the geniuses in the school, he'd prove to everyone that he was more than just sports, and so far, he'd done well.
Of course, there was Physics, which presented a problem since Landon absolutely hated the subject, but he still managed to pull out an A. Math was no big deal, and neither was history unless he got caught writing something personal in his notebook during that class, like last year... And since he'd done so well in French, he'd decided to add another language on this year; one that was more commonly used in the states. Spanish. But the thing was, one of his friends had parents from Argentina, so he was a little familiar with the language. He was not intimidated by this class at all, in fact, it was just the opposite.
And that was a weakness of his; he was always too confident of himself. But, at the moment, he was unaware of it.
He approached the Spanish room, early but not really caring. He probably had time to go catch a friend or text someone, but then again, why did that matter? He might as well get a good seat and see if anyone he knew was here. He casually walked into the room, scanning it and not really coming upon a friendly face. There was a girl here, and he thought she had some reputation about being smart or something. Perhaps this would be a fun class, things always went better when the people were actually glad to be here and they could have good discussions. He walked up to the seat up&diagonal from her, and slammed his books down, falling into his seat and grabbing his stuff out of his bag.
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Post by nicole evans on Mar 24, 2008 22:02:23 GMT -5
For a little while, Nicole was just waiting. Her eyes glancing from the classroom's walls (which were all posted with posters that aimed to enrich your Spanish vocabulary) and then back to the door ever so often. Hoping that the person who'd be coming through that door at the moment would be someone she's familiar to. Maybe someone she's great friends with, so that if any difficulty arrives her way, she wouldn't have to keep her real opinions to herself and just act like she's taking it in. (Which is what she probably does most of the time anyway, hence her silent disposition.)
But who came in was someone... she definitely wasn't expecting. And with that, Nicole's eyes seemed a bit bigger than they usually are once they landed on Landon's form. 'Oh hey, at least you've got someone familiar down!' the voice in her head was a little sour and acidic.
She knew this guy, they were childhood friends actually. Well, okay, maybe friends was a bit pushing it. They were acquaintances. (Thanks to her cousin.) And if anything, they don't really have the nicest of all histories together. Ever since they were partnered in gym class for a doubles badminton, Nicole had always tried to avoid him then. Avoid partly because she was a little embarrassed by making their team lose, oh, and to count the bruises he must've gotten from her racket that unfortunate time.
You see, something like "I just whacked the school's leading jock with my badminton racket!" [/b] isn't something you'd really like to be shouting at the roof at the top of your lungs about. (Not unless you hold a grudge against him, which as far as Nicole knows, she doesn't. Him on the other hand, who knows?) Still, it felt like it was inevitable. And Nicky felt the sudden pressure to say something. "Hey," she greeted, her voice coming out a little and hoarse, barely croaking really. Waving a little with her hand at his direction. "Taking Spanish class?" she attempted small talk. They were the only ones here anyway, for the mean time, it probably wouldn't hurt to socialize. Even for someone as awkward as Nicole.[/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by Landon Morrison on Mar 25, 2008 18:35:32 GMT -5
Landon took another quick glance at the girl before turning back towards the board, twisting his hair around his finger, such was a habit developed out of boredom. Right now his thoughts were traveling faster than usual, analyzing what events had already occurred that day and what was probably to happen next. Then, his thoughts went to football, and how he probably should be pushing it harder in practice; meaning he should be pushing the guys in defense as well. But then his thoughts finally ran back on the girl sitting in the room with him: Nicole Evans.
She was known as one of the “smart” girls of the school, although Landon had never witnessed it himself, or had at least not been paying attention enough to her. He also knew her personally, but only a little. All he really knew her for was for being quiet and reserved. Her personality seemed to correlate well with her intelligent reputation...but then again he had talked to her a bit last year…In gym class, badminton, wasn’t it? She’d been on his team, and it hadn’t been pretty. It wasn’t really shocking, a lot of girls kind of struggled in gym…but…
Well, at first he’d tried to calmly help her out, but that didn’t go over well since she seemed so shy and embarrassed. He’d finally given up, only to get whacked by her racket several times. On the bright side, at least she was trying. But it had been even a little embarrassing for him. As a tough football player, he wasn’t supposed to show signs of pain when he got hit…by a girl. But when a badminton racket came slamming down on the back of your head…it kind of hurt. But he hadn’t flinched; he’d just acted like it didn’t hurt. And he didn’t say much to her the rest of the games, it was far too awkward.
But Landon Morrison wasn’t really one to remember things that embarrassed him. He’d hardly given the incident a second thought since last year. And since he also didn’t even now her very well, there was even more reason for him to forget about it. It was only now that he was vaguely remembering…Yes, of course, they’d been partners.
And that’s all the thought he gave to her, he went back to thinking about football, and grades, and girls. School had just started and he was confident that it would be a good year. But now he was free of a girlfriend, and it was a little weird being single at the beginning of school. There’d be no girl waiting for him after the games…well, actually there probably would be several, be none that he was official with…Well, the matter wasn’t too pressing. It wasn’t like he needed a girlfriend just to get by. He still had plenty of opportunities and could devote most of his time to practice…
And then there was the thought about his older brother; he'd only been back at the University for awhile yet he was already pumped for his basketbal season that would start soon. It kind of made Landon want to go out for the basketball team here...but he knew that he couldn't. He had to stay committed to football. Besides, he loved it; more than he loved basketball.
He heard a small sound behind him, so soft that he could barely make out what it was. He quickly turned his head around to see Nicole Evans, waving her hand in his direction. So the shy, quiet girl had changed…Correction, she had changed a little. She was still quiet, but now not as shy. “Taking Spanish class?” He now clearly heard her ask.
Landon nodded, half-smiling at her, “You have a good summer?”
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