The World Around Us - Class 1

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

"Duke" she replied without looking at him, the same smoldering appeal in her voice. Rebel had all sorts of opinions and feelings when it came to Duke Bell, most of which she kept to herself for fear of inflating his ego - which was already big enough to float the titanic without her help.

"Mmm, you first." She finally turned to look at him, mirroring his pose with her chin set delicately in her hands and a decidedly feline glint to her sharp eyes. Rebel winked, but otherwise her gaze was unwavering, and a touch more heated than usual, the mischief evident in her grin. Though, behind the scenes, her head was absolutely throbbing, and occasionally her vision attempted to flicker, confirming that she was indeed, still a little tipsy, and in desperate need of a cigarette.

Looking around at the classroom and realizing that it was vacant a teacher, she quickly dumped her things back into her purse and stood up, completely lacking the patience to sit through class today. Not even bothering to turn off her computer, the French exchange headed for the door, though, she made sure that her fingers brushed across Duke's shoulder as she passed.

[Ϛ Christopher Nightingale]

"How far?" Chris said distractedly, in the middle of reading something on his computer. The music in his ear didn't help, but at least it was quiet enough that he'd actually heard what she said. A moment later, when he'd finished reading, he looked over at her with a bashful smile, just realizing he hadn't really been paying attention. He plucked his headphones from his ears and said again, though with more meaning this time, "How far?"

"You mean, like, how far on the project? Or how far could we run before someone notices we're gone?"

It was pretty clear by the grin on his face that he was joking about running, but he knew that when it came to Claire, both possibilities were just that, possible. That sort of unpredictability was one of the things he liked most about her; she was definitely the polar opposite to his normally reserved self. However, he really wasn't in the mood for running. He'd never admit it, because girls had a nasty tendency to assume everything meant they were fat, but he was pretty pooched after piggybacking Claire to class. The Academy wasn't exactly a small place, and he was thankful for the rest sitting in class gave him.

"It depends on what the Power-Punker gets when he lands wherever he lands. I think if he managed to come out on the other side beside another porter, he'd be back already, but I'd imagine he'll be back soon anyway. He's not a tutor for nothing; he's pretty resourceful."

Chris knew a good deal about people in general, if the occasion ever arose that he found a good reason to talk about them. He would make a fantastic rumor-monger, if he didn't loathe gossip so much.

"What are we even doing for our project anyway?"

There never seemed to be any set template for the projects they did, so Chris had elected to make it a partner-project. But hell if he could remember what they'd decided to research, or even if they had decided on a topic yet.

[Locke F. Herald]

Locke had done what he did best, watch and learn. From the whole majestic screw up of Jon's phone, to Kennedy teleporting out, and those two teenagers flirting.

This looked like it was going to be a colossal waste of time. Locke sighed, he wished that his study partner would get here already. So he could start studying...

And being awkward.
And being 'awwed' at.
In front of his entire class.

You know, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that she wasn't here. Might be able to get some work done.

Locke looked at the computers and cracked his fingers, he was going to walk over to one when he remembered. He hadn't gotten too used to controlling his energy manipulation yet, so perhaps he shouldn't risk fragging a hard drive.

Instead he walked over to the main desk and picked up the book Kennedy was reading. Any information of the Fae he now found very interesting.

I wonder why that could be?

[Duke Bell.]

He could've laughed; she was enthralling, and one of the few girls he publicly chased, but that was only because she had yet to sleep with him. He wasn't as observant as she was, but that was because he wasn't looking at anything, or anybody else but her. Even if Kennedy had been present, he would have followed her out of the classroom without hesitating.

Her little shoulder brushing act had him tense; he wished she hadn't, he'd be frustrated to no end now. His fingers caught hers and he tugged her closer, wishing he could do as he wanted except for the fact that Rebel might not appreciate it and would therefore make him go cold turkey for God knows how long. Instead, he smirked; a promise and something else, something more course and primitive. He let go so he could turn and gather his things; a sweep of his hands and his notebook, papers and pen went into his bag.

He caught up to her after logging off, messenger bag slung over his shoulder as he strolled up behind her. His cursory glance, when not involving her, swept across the classroom but no one other than Kellan really caught his interest. He had half a mind to behave himself in front of the blonde, but then he remembered who he was and the fact that he didn't change, not for anybody.

Though not a hip kind of guy, he was a Rebel kind of guy; he snaked a hand across her waist, curving into her in a way that it was impossible to appear platonic.
"This is a great plan," he told her, smoke-filled voice lower than usual near her ear, but it wasn't anything of concern; he was just incredibly hot.
"We should get naked together."

[ken]

The tutor that everyone was doubtless worrying a good deal about had found himself in a bathroom close to his class. Naturally he'd be able to simply 'port back into class, except for one small problem:

he'd ported into the women's restroom.

Cursing, Kennedy attempted to avert his eyes and ignore the screams. Since class was in session, there were only a handful of girls in here. Too few for Kennedy to lose the teleportation Gift, thankfully. But it was enough to delay him from teleporting back. one girl actually sprayed him with water from a nearby toilet, which had at least been clean.

So, Kennedy teleported back into his classroom dripping wet, and feeling rather irritated at the world in general. He glared around, trying to figure out just what havoc had been wrought in the few minutes he'd been gone.

"We lost a couple," he commented, furrowing his brow. Without saying anything further, he walked down to where Locke was standing. Once he was close enough, he stopped and turned, looking over the class.

"Duke and Rebel, right?" he questioned, arching a brow. The memories were already flooding in, crystal clear. "Right, well, they can enjoy happy time with an Agent. Now."

Kennedy shifted against his desk, raising his eyebrows. "I suggest you wrap up anything else and work on projects. We can play around in two hours, but until then, you work on this. Oh," Kennedy patted his jeans, watching the water slap off, "anyone a pyrokinetic?"

He looked around, then smiled as he saw Kellan. That would do.

[Peyton Howard.]

Peyton was so confused. After waving at Elliot and then consequently pouting because her friend had refused to sit near her, leaving her alone with Duke and Rebel, everything had gotten out of hand. There'd been a flux of people, a phone call; Kenneth if she was correct, and then Kennedy disappeared, then reappeared! It was too much for her sleepy head, although she was just exaggerating. She'd been in the processing of updating her Facebook details and loading eBuddy when Kennedy launched his no-nonsense approach.

The girl screwed up her face; how inconvenient. She minimized all the windows anyway, and began writing on her sheet of paper in her round, girly handwriting. The content was questionable at best (Mao Zedong was a known user of the drug cannabis..) but she was scrawling away, trying to ignore how she was sitting all by herself in the corner. Peyton Howard had never felt like a loser in her life, she was simply too pretty for that, but the current moment threatened to come close. Plus with Jessica Rey and other more despicable beings in the room, she felt a little sick, but she doubted Kennedy would excuse her to the nurse, considering her reason which sounded flimsy even to her.

[bishop]

Bishop was the kind of guy who was freakishly to the T. He didn't talk much, but his expressions were readable, and the strength of them delivered in his sports; all that he didn't say was saved for what he wrote. Unfortunately, right now it wasn't anything worthwhile, just a history paper that was more of an obligation than anything. He reserved a quiet smile for Elliot, habit making him avert his eyes and he shook his head after at the Lorne boy's antics. He hardly batted an eye when Kennedy suddenly left, and the same could be said for his reappearance.

He was unlike most other people; Bishop just didn't care for gossip, or for anything really. He was scarily apathetic, and his list of things he did have any regard for, was fewer than anybody's. He raised his head twice during the entire time since he'd walked into the room and sat down; the first being when that Rey kid walked in. If anybody could elicit anything from him, of the negative variety, it was her. The second time was when Duke left with Rebel, but he wouldn't get into why since that was messy business he wasn't apt to deal with then. One of the few who actually did their work, he raised his head for a third time and glanced around at each of his sides at the students remaining.

He raised his hand slightly, to get Kennedy's attention, and then promptly lowered; not one for excessivness.
"What happens if you've finished?"

[harry]

Harry was too busy trying to control himself. The appearance of Jessica Rey was threatening to make him hyperventilate. Oh, he couldn't do this. She would slaughter him and he just wasn't witty enough to think of anything to defend himself with; and anyway, how was one to slay someone with no heart? Exactly; it was virtually impossible. He shrunk in his seat and began typing quite rapidly with two fingers, working avidly on his project while trying to ignore all the extroverts around him, making more than a few typos along the way.

[Skye Malizia]

Skye wasn't a morning person. This being said, anyone who knew her (which wasn't very many) would understand why she was so late walking through the history class door.

She had laid in bed debating over how important a required class was. Ten minutes after the start of class seemed to decide it for her; she may as well sleep through the rest of it. But eventually the girl remembered that she hadn't been at the school very long, and didn't want to introduce herself to her teachers with a horrid impression. Being late guaranteed a bad impression at worst, or a typical impression at best.

So she armed herself from boot to tooth, determined to fit in but stand out from her peers. Her Kenneth Cole Is That Sew boots hugged her black-legging encased calves and clicked merrily on the floor as she approached the classroom. Marciano Seeing Stars hoop earings danced just below her ears and her slender self was sheathed in a purposely stunning Deanna sweater dress. Her hair was fanned out around her shoulders, and when she clicked into the classroom, she decided to opt for a spot near the back with Peyton Howard.

"Hi," she greeted the girl as she sat down next to her. Skye adjusted her hair before waking her computer up, frowning at the log-in screen.

"Is there a universal username and password, or do we each have our own?" Her Italian accent was more apparent with every word she spoke. Her pale blue eyes were crowned with concerned eyebrows, and she knew eventually she would have to speak with the teacher about what everyone else was working on. She couldn't decipher anything from the few sentences Peyton had written.

[aaron]

Aaron appeared late, examining the mixed jumble of ages in the class, and the assignment on the board. He swept over the room quickly, looking for anyone he might know.

He spotted Skye.

Aaron was becoming quite attached to the human girl, so he sat down in the computer next to her and took out his books slowly. He flipped through them lazily, looking for a topic to pick, the more recent, the better.

He turned over to Skye to say something, but she was engaged in a conversation already, so he fell silent.

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

"Elliot! I MISS YOU TOO!"

Kenneth's voice softened a bit so he wouldn't be yelling in her ear, but it was still very obvious that he was talking on the other end.

"Was Cavan seriously going to make you hand over the phone? What a douche! You should tell him to step on a rotweiler. ANYWAY. Great party, huh? And daamn did you ever look hot. Do you still have that dress? I might need to borrow it some time. Of course, I won't look as good in it as you, but I'm sure I'd come in at a close second. So whatcha up to? Please don't tell me you're working. GOD is that ever boring. Oh, whatever happened to Cavan? Kennedy? Am I talking to you right now? Are you listening to this? You know I could be saying dirty things to Ms. Davis. We could be having TELEPHONE SEX RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR CLASS!!!"

But of course he wasn't talking to Kennedy. He was still on the line with Elliot, being a total freak of nature, as always.

But then he heard Kennedy's voice again, and Kenneth growled.

"Pssh, what a hard-ass. Remind me again why I'm friends with that kid? Geesh. Can you fake a stomach ache so we can talk more. I miss your voice baby!"

As if he'd even give her the chance to talk. When it came to spontaneous phone conversations, Ken hogged the line.

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

Rebel smiled deviously, her gaze hot and heavy, practically glowing with something inaudible as they headed down the corridor. Their relationship was all pattern and static, predictable and unexpected simply because that's the kind of kids they were. Duke wasn't charming, he was far too crude, coarse and always biting, and yet she still found him to be so terribly enticing - and she loved their game just too much to give it up yet.

"Oh darling," and she was all appeal and temptation, leaning against him just enough that he would catch her perfume. "If we went and did that, then you would just go on and forget about me after ze fact." She reached out, touching a spot on his chest with her index finger, drawing a small circle there as her eyes followed.

"And then I'd be all alone in 'zis awful school." Rebel raised her gaze, head lowered and eyes burning as her pout melted into a coy grin. They were playing cat and mouse, but she had yet to figure out just who played what part.

[ken]

Bishop's hand did get Kennedy's attention.

"If you're finished, then you can do what you want for the hour. Work ahead, goof off, I don't really care," Kennedy shrugged. "Just so long as you're actually finished with your project. I'll head over there and take a look here in a bit."

He scanned the classroom again. Had he been too hard on them? Well, sometimes...

No, Kennedy shook his head. No, he wasn't being all that hard on them. Some tutors would actually hover over their shoulders and make certain they worked all class period. As long as they had a project, Kennedy didn't care that much how long they worked on it.

"Just work, okay guys?"

[Elliot is on the edge.]

Elliot, despite Kennedy's continuing warnings, found herself giggling into the earpiece, as amused as ever by her clinically insane friend. She found that she missed him terribly, and it was obvious what she would rather be doing at present when it came down to the choice of schoolwork, or chatting to Kenneth, but in all reality, she didn't have much of a choice.

"God you're such a spaz, I don't know how Kellan puts up with you. Oh! She just walked in. You should probably call her, you know, instead of harassing Jon and all. The poor kid is trying to do some work for! How terrible would you feel if he didn't graduate because the poor kid had to spend all his class periods dealing with you're goofy ass? Oh, that was a little more mean that I meant it to sound. I'm sorry darling, I love you. And I really do need to get back to class before Kennedy kicks my ass and all. And no, you can't borrow that dress because I would be jealous of how fantastic you would look in it and all." She finally paused for a breath, and caught herself laughing.

"Okay I gotta go call me later love you bye!" And with that she shut the phone and passed it back to Morgan, reaching around Bishop one last time so she could reach her friend.

"Jon your best friend is a total freak." She whispered down the row, though it was hard to find any serious note when she was smiling so brightly. Though the expression faltered for a second as thoughts of the last member of their trio came to mind and Elliot had to swallow back a frown. Looking back to her desk, the pretty blonde gathered up her things and waved goodbye to her friends before sliding to the back of the room and sitting down besides Peyton now that Duke had vacated the room.

"Hey best friend."
Turning on a computer, she grinned playfully over at her friend, looking cheery, but decidedly less than she had upon hanging up the phone just a moment ago; darker thoughts had begun to plague her and refused to leave. Fleetingly, she wondered if the guilt would ever cease haunting her.

[morg]

Morgan took the shut phone and looked at it closely. Oh, the mischief she could get into with Jon's phone. Find out who he'd called lately, buzz Kenneth back. For that matter, Morgan was willing to bet she could bother Dorian, or even better, call Jon's parents. They'd probably love that.

And if Jon tried bothering Morgan's parents, he'd probably limp away with bleeding eardrums. And that's if he tried to call them.

"So, should I browse through this thing and see who you've been calling, hmm?" she teased, flipping the phone open. She had to be needlessly rebellious in this class. After all, no one else had to put up with having their brother as the tutor. "Bet there's a bunch of cute girls on here, huh?"

She looked up at her boyfriend now, laughter in her eyes. It wouldn't surprise her if Jon did have a bunch in here. For that matter, she sincerely hoped that Elliot's and Kellan's numbers had been stored. Didn't mean she wasn't going to mercilessly tease Jon while she had the chance.