Stepping Stones

Uh-oh...something bad is going to happen at the party isn't it!!!!!!! :thinking:
-OO I really don't like Lauren...she's going to ruin it!!!!
Now Vaughn just needs to listen to Weiss and ask her out!! (y)
-Great update!! Thanks for the pm!!
 
SPOILERS! :woot:

“I-I’m so sorry! I-I-”

“Its okay! Don’t worry about it!” Sydney said, placing her hands on the stuttering guy’s shoulders.

“Really? You-you mean you’re not going to slap me, or yell at me, or throw something at me?” he asked, not believing her.

“And why would I do that? It was just an accident,” Sydney said.

“Oh! Thank you! I’m Marshall! Marshall J. Flinkman!”

"Would you like to come to my house for dinner?" she asked.

It reminded him of his childhood days, when he'd spend every day at her house, or vice versa, and he immediately replied, "I'd love to."
 
cute they're all sweet
n i am curious to know what evil laren is planning
please pm me when u update
thanks for chapters

luv Chicketepee :seehearspeak:
 
A/N: Another chapter. Enjoy! :woot: :D ;)

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Chapter 5-


Sydney was heading to her next class, books in hand, when she was met by a body, knocking her down. She was momentarily stunned, but shook it off, grabbed her books, and stood back up.

“I-I’m so sorry! I-I-”

“Its okay! Don’t worry about it!” Sydney said, placing her hands on the stuttering guy’s shoulders.

“Really? You-you mean you’re not going to slap me, or yell at me, or throw something at me?” he asked, not believing her.

“And why would I do that? It was just an accident,” Sydney said.

“Oh! Thank you! I’m Marshall! Marshall J. Flinkman!”

“I’m Sydney Bristow. From the way things sound, I take it you’ve had many run-ins with Lauren?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. She’s nothing but a big bully,” Marshall replied.

“I know. This is my first day, and I’ve already had my share of her,” Sydney explained.

“Really? You’re new? What’s your next class?” Marshall asked.

“Calculus, with Mr. Hale,” Sydney replied.

“Me too!” he exclaimed.

Sydney smiled, and they both walked towards their next class, together.

“You don’t look like a senior, no offense,” he said.

“That’s because I’m not. I’m only a tenth grader, but I’m taking senior courses,” she explained.

“That’s cool. I came here last year, and I have to say, you’re the first person who’s actually talked to me,” Marshall said.

“I think you’re very sweet,” she replied, making him blush.

“Really? W-Well, I-I-I… uh… I have an empty seat next to me,”

She just laughed, and walked into class. She took Marshall up on his offer, and sat down next to the rambling boy. Vaughn was already there, sitting next to the same boy he was in English, and a whole bunch of other, macho guys. She caught his eyes, and smiled sweetly. He returned her smile, and all of the guys around him started patting Vaughn on the back.

“Men…,” she thought.

“D-Do you know Michael Vaughn?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah, he’s my best friend,” Sydney replied.

“Are you sure? I’ve seen the people he hangs around with… they’re not really like you,” Marshall said.

“Really? Well, people can have more than one best friend.”

Their conversation ended when an older man, who looked like he was in his late fifty’s or early sixty’s, came walking in. He was balding, a few wrinkles on his forehead, indicating a stressful career. From what Francie told her of him, Mr. Hale was a no-nonsense teacher, who could be your best friend, or worst enemy.

“Hello, sweethearts!” he said, sitting on his desk, “Take out your homework from Friday; we’re taking it up.”

“Uh, sir…,” Sydney said quietly, raising her hand.

“Well, hello there, beautiful! You must be Sydney! I’m Dr. Bob,” he said.

Bob was his first name, and Dr. Bob was something that the students, and most teachers, called him. Sydney already liked him, and his open, carefree attitude.

“Yes,” she shyly replied.

“Well, you’ve already met Mr. Flinkman. Mr. Flinkman, get her caught up,” he said.

Sydney pushed her desk over towards Marshall, and opened her blank notebook. He handed her all of his notes, and she began to copy them, as the class answered questions from what she assumed was Friday’s homework. She was forced to look up when she heard a large, banging sound, and saw that Mr. Hale was now on top of Michael’s desk.

“You’re bugging me, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing a note from his hand.

The entire class laughed, as did Sydney. It seems Vaughn was caught in the middle of a note.

“Does the class want to hear what Mr. Vaughn has to say?” he asked.

Vaughn shook his head, no, but the rest of the class laughed, and shouted yes.

“Well, majority rules,” he said, opening up the neatly folded piece of paper, and he began to read, “Sydney; Lauren told me you were going to Mel’s party. I’m going to be there, too. I was wondering if you wanted to go together, kind of like a date, but between friends, you know?”

Vaughn’s friends were howling, while the rest of the oblivious people immediately looked over to Sydney, who couldn’t help but laugh, too. Vaughn his head in embarrassment, and his friends patted him on the back, again.

“Well, Miss Bristow, don’t keep the class waiting,” Dr. Bob said, expecting an answer.

Sydney looked at Vaughn, who’s eyes were visible through his arms, which he was using to hide his face. She didn’t know what to say, but when she saw Dr. Bob staring at her, expectantly, she felt she had no choice but to answer Michael’s note.

“Sure,” she said, now hiding her face.

“Well, that’s great! Now, Mr. Vaughn, next time you want to ask Miss Bristow out on a date, please do it on your own time,” Dr. Bob said.

“Yes, sir,” he replied, his face a bright shade of red.

“And how come I didn’t know about Mel’s party? I wasn’t invited?” the teacher asked.

The class laughed, and Vaughn’s friend replied, “You can come if you want too, sir, but it’ll probably be a crappy party.”

“No thanks. I’ve got a hot date,” Dr. Bob said, proudly. He looked over to Vaughn’s friend and said, “Don’t you say anything!”

The class continued, Vaughn staring at Sydney the whole time, who was trying to copy Marshall’s notes. She was successful, right as the bell ended. She thanked Marshall for letting her borrow her notes, and then exited the class, waiting for Vaughn.

“Does 8:30pm sound good?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” she replied.

They were both beet red, “Dr. Bob’s pretty crazy, huh?”

“He’s a sweet man,” Sydney replied.

“I almost forgot; where do you live?” Vaughn asked.

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Would you like to come to my house for dinner?" she asked.

It reminded him of his childhood days, when he'd spend every day at her house, or vice versa, and he immediately replied, "I'd love to."

“Great. My dad’s picking me up after school. You can come home with me,” she said.

“Great. I’ll meet you at the bench, in the courtyard?” he asked.

“That’s fine.”

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The rest of the day went by quickly, and Sydney was thankful, because her fourth period class was Chemistry, with Miss Miller. She had learned from Vaughn that she was a cranky, old woman, close to retirement, who just wanted out. She couldn’t have agreed more; the woman insisted that Sydney had been in her class the entire time, and that she just didn’t do the homework, so Sydney got three points.

The point system was something Sydney had never heard about, and she thought it wasn’t very fair; every month, children started out with zero points, and had a maximum of ten. When the ten points were reached, children were punished, usually by detention, a call home, or sometimes, if ten points was frequent for you, a suspension. Children could get these points for failing to complete their work, being late for class, being disrespectful, being in areas without person, or pretty anything that a cranky teacher could think of. Sydney quickly learned that Miss Miller awarded many points in a day to many students.

“There you are,” Vaughn said, waiting for her, “How was Chemistry?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. That woman’s horrible. Luckily, it went by fast,” Sydney replied.

“Yeah, she’s kind of the Hitler of the point system,” Vaughn replied.

Five minutes later, Sydney’s father pulled up, and they both got in. Jack gave Sydney a confused look, but she just smiled, and told him to drive.

“Michael Vaughn?” he asked, unsure of the man in his backseat.

“Its good to see you again, Mr. Bristow,” Vaughn replied.

Jack smiled slightly, as Sydney explained her entire day, and how she met Vaughn again. Jack wouldn’t have believed it, but Vaughn sitting there was evidence?

“Who would have thought?” Jack asked, pulling into their driveway.

“Dad, Vaughn’s staying for dinner, alright?” Sydney asked.

“I won’t be here, I have to get back to work. There’s money on the kitchen counter; order Chinese or something,” Jack explained.

Vaughn was in awe at the size of Sydney’s house. He lived in a large home, but Sydney’s made his look like a garage.

“You could fit eight families in there!” he said, stepping out of the car.

Sydney and Vaughn walked to the door, where Sydney retrieved her key, and opened it. The front lobby was enormous, with a black, tile floor, and two, spiral staircases.

“Its just you and your parents in here!?” Vaughn asked, still marveling at the size.

“Not exactly…,” Sydney replied.

“So, you have maids and stuff?” Vaughn asked.

“Well, we have people come once a week to clean, and Nadia isn‘t here very often,” Sydney explained.

“Nadia? Who’s that?” Vaughn asked.

“She’s my little sister,” Sydney answered.

“You have a little sister!? Since when!?” Vaughn asked.

How much had he missed?

“Mom was three months pregnant when you left. She had Nadia soon after. Nadia’s off at boarding school, and only comes down for holidays,” Sydney explained.

“Man… well, what about your mom? Is she still teaching?” Vaughn asked.

“… Mom died… a few months after Nadia was born…,” Sydney said.

Obviously, I’ve missed a lot.

“… What? How? Why?” Vaughn asked.

He couldn’t believe the Miss Bristow, the sweetest person on the planet, was dead. It didn’t seem fair. Then again, life wasn’t fair; his father was also taken from him.

“She died in a car accident… her car skidded off the bridge, and into the water. There were no survivors…,” Sydney explained.

“No way… it just isn’t fair…,” Vaughn said.

Sydney decided to change the subject, and headed to the living room. Vaughn followed, and took a seat next to her on the black, leather sofa.

“I guess there’s a lot I missed,” Vaughn said, regretfully, “I’m sorry.”

“Its okay. I missed a lot, too. We’re both just a guilty, Micheal.”

“Yeah, but I was the one who left.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re here now, aren’t you?”
 
LOL. Dr. Bob was actually my eighth grade teacher, and he was just like that, in every way. Most of the teachers in my story resemble ones that I have, or had, and how I feel about them ;) Dr. Bob was my favourite :D
 
Awe I am glad that Michael will be there with Sydney. I hope that Lauren doesn't do anything mean to her, but I know that she will anyway. haha

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