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OMG Stealthy SOOOO smart, she cought on!!!! YAYA!!!! extra point!!!
:blink:She walked silently up the stairs, in no rush at all. She didn’t want to draw any attention to herself, so she jut looked like a tired student going to her room after class. She approached Michael’s room and knocked on the door quietly.
There was no answer. She knocked again, and yet once more there was no commotion from the other side.
She took the clip out of her hair, and picked the lock.
She opened the door, and peeked inside. Everything was in order, and the three rooms were empty.
She closed the door and just stood in the hallway for a moment, trying to think of where he might be. Then a light bulb went off in her head.
“His room.” She mumbled, and took off towards the staircase again.
After looking around for about fifteen minutes she saw it. The door was open, so she knocked lightly, but didn’t bother to wait for a reply.
“I'm sorry, this class doesn’t start…” Vaughn turned around to see Sydney closing the door.
“I know.” She stated simply walking towards him.
He smiled at her and got a book form his desk. “So this mission, when are we going to be meeting?” he asked her.
“Well, isn't there that old house, the Principal lives in? He moved out, but didn’t sell it, there’s a garden I think.” She replied.
“So, every night?” he asked turning to face her again.
“Yes.” She responded.
“And then on the computer…”
“At ten fifteen.” She said interrupting him.
“Ok.” He said opening the door.
“Thank you Mr. Vincent, I really appreciate the help. I am looking forward to being in your class.” She smiled at him, and walked out the room, and back to her dorm.
i stil find it hilarious that syd passes for like a... how old are they in this?“Hey Haley.” She said sweetly plopping down on her bed.
“So you're coming with us tonight, right?” Haley asked walking closer to Sydney and sitting in the computer chair.
“Yeah, but I’ve gotta be back here by ten thirteen.” Sydney said smiling.
“I'm, ok. Would you mind if I asked why?” Haley got a confused look on her face, and stared at Sydney.
“Oh, yeah, sure. I just talk to my boyfriend every night, at ten fifteen. He keeps me sane.” She smiled at Haley, and stood up. “Now, I'm going to go change. These clothes, suck.”
Haley laughed a little bit. “I'm sure you'll get used to them.” she said.
pwettiful!Sydney had a denim mini on, and a pair of flip-flops. She wore a light pink tank top, and her hair was falling loosely over her shoulders.
did she just kiss him out of instinct?Josh answered it, and ushered them in. All the people that Sydney had seen earlier that day were smushed onto the two couches infront of a television.
Various ‘Hello’s’ were exchanged, and then they went back to minding their own business.
Apparently watching SouthPark wasn’t as interesting as it was originally. Sydney rolled her eyes, as she looked away form the couples that were in their own little worlds.
Kyle noticed her from his bed, and turned his headphones off. He stood up, and walked towards her.
“You bored?” he asked her.
“A little, yeah.” She said honestly.
“Come on.” He held a hand out to her and smiled shyly. He led her out into the hallway, and shut the door.
He stood there silently for a moment, and Sydney debated just leaving.
“So you can speak French?” he finally asked.
“Yeah, I guess a little.” She replied.
Silence over came them again, and stayed that way for a few minutes. She was about to speak up, when she noticed him inching closer to her. she stepped back slowly, and almost unnoticeably. He kept coming closer until she was back against the wall.
“I…”
“I like you.” He said simply cutting her off.
“I…” she started again, and was yet another time interrupted, but this time by his Kyle’s lips crashing into hers. And all she could do was kiss him back.
“Yeah, it is. And how would you know what my bed feels like?” she asked quizingly.
“Yea, Hales sat on it, and she couldn’t get over the down spread, and so we just all had to try it. Sorry.”
“Yeha, he’s supposed to be able to speak French too.” Caleb said. “Maybe he’s as good as I am.” He smiled at himself.
“Oh.” Sydney said. ‘He’s from France you idiot, and its so hot when he speaks it.’ She thought to herself. “Did you know he was from France?” she asked smiling.
“Umm I actually didn’t. I guess I should take that back.” Caleb said a bit embarrassed.
“NO. It’s mapointguy100100.”
“Come in.” a muffled voice said and Michael opened the door. He walked in the office to see a plump man sitting behind his desk with a book. “Sit.” He said motioning to a chair.
“Hello, I'm Mr. Vincent.” Vaughn said extending his hand. The man refused to shake it.
“I'm Mr. Blench.” He said never looking up. “You're the new History teacher, correct?” he asked.
“Yes. French too.” Vaughn replied.
“No, advanced French is what you will be teaching as well.” Mr. Blench said. “You have room 186 it’s on the third floor. Classes start next Monday. You're free to use both the rooms you have until then. I assume you can set up your teaching things.” He still never looked up. Vaughn didn’t move, and it started to get on Mr. Blench’s nerves.
“You're dismissed.” He said and Vaughn walked out of the room.
Magdalene wanted me to tell you. She loves you and keep that ALWAYS IN MIND…
He bumped into her and she dropped her books on the floor.
“I'm so sorry, here.” He said bending them done to pick them up. The girl let him and just stood there.
He got up and handed them to her thinking she was being awfully rude.
“Thank you.” She said smiling weakly and then the smile grew as he realized who she was.
“You're welcome.” He said scanning her over. ‘God she looks…is that actually Syd?’
“Oh, it’s alright. If I'm late to class I can just blame it on you.”
Sydney smiled. ‘Speak French my butt.’ She thought. She decided NOT to say that to him.
‘Pathetic excuse to talk to me.’
nothing illegal
She took the clip out of her hair, and picked the lock.
“So this mission, when are we going to be meeting?” he asked her.
“Well, isn't there that old house, the Principal lives in? He moved out, but didn’t sell it, there’s a garden I think.” She replied.
“So, every night?” he asked turning to face her again.
“I…”
“I like you.” He said simply cutting her off.
“I…” she started again, and was yet another time interrupted, but this time by his Kyle’s lips crashing into hers. And all she could do was kiss him back.