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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:35 pm
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He pulled himself away from the plaque on the wall, and continued down the hallway. He walked around the shcool as Meghan ate, and about halfway through her meal, he came upon the cafeteria, and the moment he saw people eating, he noticed that he was very hungry himself.
He hesitated to go in. Who would he eat with? He hated eating by himself. He prayed he'd see someone he had met before, as he walked through, grabbed a tray, and paid five bucks to get a lunch. He saw a table of all black kids, including the two he had met earlier. It'd be risky, but he would rather sit at a table with anyone rather than sit by himself. The second he sat down they made fun of him a little, but since he somewhat knew them, they let him be for the rest of his meal, which he could settle with. He'd get to know them slowly, he figured.
Actually, probably not. He scanned the room desperatley for a good table. Of course, there were none. He saw one with a single girl, Mehgan. He didin't have the balls at the moment to sit with her again, and didin't want to risk getting hit with any food or getting any type of liquid poured over his head, in case he went over to her and said something stupid, so he pouted, and reluctantly sat and ate.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:45 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:54 pm
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His eyes narrowed on the two across the room, despite the loud and rowdy kids he was sitting with, he was watching the guy and Mehgan talk intensley. He watched how Mehgan reacted and Dan's heart pumped with jelousy. He stared at the table angrily and thought about beating the hell out of the guy she had just spoken with, but that probably woulden't help his situation any. He had to switch his game up, he concluded. First he'd have to bump into her somehow, but how?? When she brought her tray up, maybe if he was quick enough, he could bump into her there, pretending he was simply putting his tray away as well. If not, hopefully, he'd have a class with her. He was getting desperate. He shook his head and listened to what the people at his table were ranting and raving about. He had to get his mind off her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 7:46 am
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 9:38 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:03 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:23 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:28 pm
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He giggled uncontrollably at first, even when she punched him, and he winced and his arm went numb, and it turned into a little of a whimper more than a laugh. He was going to say something like 'You're cute when you're angry, you know that?', but she was already storming off. He stopped gripping his arm, tried to wipe the dumb smirk off his face and chased after her. "Wait! Hey wait, just a second! Wait up! C'mon please!? Wait, just wait!", he called, limping after her, planning to catch up with her once she got to her dorm, where he figured she'd be going.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:36 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:57 pm
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He rounded the corner, and suddenly saw the same guy from earlier with his arm around Mehgan. Dan raised a brow for a moment, then looked a little confused, but mostly angry. "Awww HELL no.", he muttered, wondering if he should chase after them. He'd have paid for the labtop, his parents were rich and he had plenty of money, but he stopped himself. He really liked that girl for some reason, and despite his best efforts to befriend her, he had only put her through hell. He watched the two trot down to the end of the hall. Dan's dorm was right behind him, at the opposite side of the hall. He let his hand fall onto his face and he rubbed it, making a low grunting noise. A sigh.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 5:07 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 5:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 5:58 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 6:16 pm
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After a close call, he got to his feet and hesitated to walk into her room. His ear was almost pressed up against the door, which Andrew had politley closed when he left. All he heard was 'What am I going to do?...' If he didin't walk in and pay for the damages, he was an assface. If he tried to walk in and pay for the damages, he risked a kick to the private area and she probably woulden't even want to listen to him.
She might not even open the door. Worth a shot, he thought. He raised his hand to knock on the door, and stopped. Every time he thought, 'Worth a shot...', he ended up messing things up. But he felt good about this one. He had his wallet in his back pocket, he was even willing to pay cash for her, since he felt so bad and because he already had a bit of a crush on her.
After he thought a good amount of time had passed, he knocked on the door three times, and instantly regretted it. He was very nervous. He didin't even know what he was going to say.
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