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Study Hall
Felicity arrived to study hall late as always. The teacher didn't care as it was only study hall and he would mark every one present if they came to him sometime that day and told him that they had been in class. Most kids just skipped and came later, claiming they had been present and they would easily get away with it. Not that it mattered. It was only study hall. No one cared about it. But Felicity didn't skip study hall. Mason always skipped this period and she didn't want to run into him outside of school. Plus it was the one time she could either catch up on sleep or do something in her journal. Today, she wasn't in a mood for sleeping. She took out a book from her bad and stood it up on the desk so it formed a sort of Sheila from the front view and prevented anyone from looking at what she was doing. There wasn't really anyone sitting next to her so she didn't need to block the side views.
In Everett Darling's mind, punctuality was incredibly important. Which was why he was rather frustrated at himself for being late to Study Hall, of all things. He'd gone off campus in order to get this dim sum from this really great Chinese place that had opened his sophomore year. And really? He was a growing boy. He could eat for days. So what if he was late once? He tried not to let the guilt gnaw away at him like he knew that it would.
He gently closed the door behind him, glancing around to see the empty desks. He could sit alone, or with Felicity. And if he sat alone, most likely a wannabe Worker Be would start pestering him. Felicity it was. He walked over to the desk next to hers, textbooks in one hand and guitar case in the other. "Hey, Felicity," he greeted. "Mind if I join you?"
He gently closed the door behind him, glancing around to see the empty desks. He could sit alone, or with Felicity. And if he sat alone, most likely a wannabe Worker Be would start pestering him. Felicity it was. He walked over to the desk next to hers, textbooks in one hand and guitar case in the other. "Hey, Felicity," he greeted. "Mind if I join you?"
Felicity heard a voice next to her and instinctively slammed her journal cover so it was now closed and no longer visible to whomever was hovering above her. She didn't care that it would only raise suspicions more as to what her journal was and what she was doing in it. Felicity preferred suspicion than the actual truth. She would rather someone ask her multiple questions about her journal, however irritating it would be, than have them have looked into it and seen all she had written and drawn. If that had ever happened, then there would be no more secrets. There would be no sanity for Felicity. Actually, there would be no more Felicity. She was sure if Allen ever found out about the journal he would destroy. But if he knew there was a journal and someone even saw it, she knew he would kill her. Felicity looked up to see Everett. "Hey. Where were you?" She greeted and asked with a smile. Not giving him time to answer she continued on. "Well these two lovely seats seem to be empty. Take a seat in which ever one. I look good from birth angle." She joked as she leaned back in her chair and waited for him to take a seat.
"I'm sure you do," Everett said, sitting down in the desk to her left - no need for his elbows to get in his way while he wrote. "And I was out getting food off-campus. There's this really great Chinese place and I like to treat myself to it every once in a while," he said, to answer her question. Really, he didn't mind spending time with Felicity - at least she wasn't a spoiled brat like some of the other Pops at the school. They might be his friends - their choice, not his - but that didn't mean he liked them all that much.
He set his guitar case down, and slipped his bag off of his shoulder, taking out his AP Italian textbook. "How've you been?" he asked her.
He set his guitar case down, and slipped his bag off of his shoulder, taking out his AP Italian textbook. "How've you been?" he asked her.
"I really hope you got me something to eat then." She joked. Though, part of her wished that he actually did have a little to eat. Allen hadn't let her eat for the past two days, nor was she given money to eat. She had been surviving off of water and this one granola bar in her locker, which she was taking only one bite of a day until Allen let her eat something again. It was the last of her secret stash that she kept for those times when she couldn't eat. There was that question again. How have you been? It came in all forms, but held that same under meaning. And even though no one truly cared for the answer to the question, she always debated between telling the truth or saying that same lie again. It was a split second decision and she went with the lie. "I've been fine. You?" It was a simple answer. The safe answer.
Everett grinned. "Fantastic, thanks," he said. Easy enough. Really, he hadn't been all that bad - his home life was wonderful, as always, and although school life hadn't gotten any better, it really hadn't gotten any worse, either. He only had less than a semester left at Salem, anyway, and then from there he was free to go get a degree in something - musical education, maybe? - as a backup and launch himself into the world of acting and the music industry. His parents had agreed with him; school came before acting so he would finish school before going for any roles. Besides, just going to school was good practice on its own.
He'd noticed the tone in her voice when she joked - the 'I'm-just-kidding-but-I'm-actually-not" tone. Heaven knew that he used it enough. "Actually, I think I have a few extra bao, if you want some," he said. "Usually I take some home, but you're welcome to have a couple."
He'd noticed the tone in her voice when she joked - the 'I'm-just-kidding-but-I'm-actually-not" tone. Heaven knew that he used it enough. "Actually, I think I have a few extra bao, if you want some," he said. "Usually I take some home, but you're welcome to have a couple."
Felicity schools her head. "I wouldn't want to take away your lunch or anything." She said simply. Felicity didn't want to seem like that needy hungry bitch who just took others food. It irritated the hell out of her when people took her food. Not only because she was scarcely allowed to eat but because they could get their own Damon food, yet they still came after hers. She didn't want to seem like that to Everett or anyone really. Felicity would prefer to be as hungry as she was then beg people do their food. (Though, if they insisted and she was hungry as she was she would maybe take a little. Right now she said what she did out of politeness and the whole not wanting to seem needy thing.) Though that growl from her stomachs gave her away, right away. Felicity' s face turned bright red from embarrassment. Now she probably seemed like a hungry, anorexic bitch.
Everett smiled. "It's fine, really," he said, reaching into his bag. "I had plenty to eat at the restaurant, these are just some of the leftovers, he said, nudging a few of the sweet, sticky buns filled with barbeque pork on a napkin toward her before reaching into his bag again to grab his laptop.
Felicity sighed and ran a hand through her hair to calm her nerves a little. She had been lucky that he hadn't questioned her hunger. She could have blurted out the wrong words maybe. Not that it had ever happened before, but it could and she didn't want or need that to happen at all. No, hunger was better than the truth being known. Anything was really. "Fine. But if I'm going to be eating your food, you're eating it with me." She said, dividing one of the buns in half.
"I hope you realize that, as a growing little boy, I probably cleaned that place halfway out of its food, but if you insist," Everett drawled, plucking the smaller of the halves from her hand. She was obviously hungry - probably had to spend lunch doing homework, or something like that. It happened. Homework could be overwhelming, and yeah, Everett had spent a few lunches in the library before just to get everything done on time.
"I have insisted and am glad you listened." She said with a smile as she took a small bite of her half of the bun. "Thank you, by the way. This is some really good food. Where is this place again?" She asked, for the sake of keeping the conversation going and being polite. Felicity didn't just want to take his food and then ignore him. Those people were more annoying than those who just took the food."
"Not at all a problem," he said, smiling. "Uh, it's in that little strip mall just a little bit down the street. Between the Target and the Starbucks. I can show you sometime, if you want," he offered, before realizing that it sounded like he was asking her out when really, even though he had nothing against her, he wasn't. He felt his face heat up. "I - not like, as a date. Just friends. I have a girlfriend."
Felicity forced out a giggle, fake enough that it seemed genuine and real. She raised her eyebrows at him and leaned forward, towards him. "Oh really? Well, it never hurts to take a break once in a while. The same person can get boring sometimes." Felicity said, joking. Well it could be taken that way. Though she had a reputation around school for other things. But the reasons were different, something no one would understand. Nor did she expect them to. "But, you can still take me there if you want. As friends of course." She said.
Everett bit his lip slightly. "Well," he said, quickly thinking of a way to respond, "Perhaps you just haven't met the right person then, if they all get too boring. Or maybe I'm a sort of anomaly or something. I am exceedingly attractive, after all," he said jokingly. "Maybe it comes as, like, a package deal or something."
Felicity' s turned sour at the mention of "package deal." She heard that phrase so much. Though it was always meant in a different context. The context that her her reputation that she hated. She hated having to go so far just to have a place to sleep for a night. Most of the time, she would try and sleep in the park or on the beach but on rainy days and I the winter, that wasn't an option. She shook her head at herself and composed herself again. She wondered what it would be like for a guy to actually ask her out. Not sleep with her or try to but actually take her one dates and stuff like most other girls. She was that one popular girl who never really had a boyfriend. There were plenty rumors and reasons why. And although she knew it could never happen, she still hoped. She sighed and opened her journal, placing her arm around the left side so Everett would be unable to see what was in it.
Everett pursed his lips slightly. He'd obviously said something wrong, and he didn't really know what exactly he said was wrong or why it was wrong. Great, Darling, even when you're acting you're a screw-up, he thought bitterly. He noted that she'd opened up that journal again, but he wasn't about to pry. He went back to editing and revising his essay on the importance of music. Something that he actually enjoyed - writing.
Felicity became lost and oblivious to her surroundings as she continued to write in her notebook. It was a sort rant-short story type thing about hunger and abandonment. It was a very incomplete, and rough draft of what her actual thoughts and ideas. What she wrote and expressed was only a fraction of how she really felt. Though if someone else were to see it, they would notice a completely different person. After a while, it became too much for her to continue. She set down her pencil and shook her hand, as if trying to shake the pain from it. Though she was really trying to disguise the slight shake in her hands from that developing fear of Allen and Mason as she referred to them I. Her writing and the simple mention of them a few times was brought to frighten her. She took a shaky breath and got up. "See you around, Everett." She said as she got up, her journal in hand as she left the room.
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Everett glanced up, from his work upon hearing the entrance of another student. There had been something unsettling about Felicity... but that was for another time. Oh. Piper. Well, she went by Day now, but of course he remembered when she was still Piper. He smiled gently at her; there was something about her that reminded him a lot of Elaine. Perhaps it was because Day? If Elaine hadn't gotten away from Darien in time, that could be her. "Hey there, Day. How are you?" he said, removing his fingers from his laptop as he took a short break from his Italian essay, flexing his fingers and rolling his wrists to loosen them up from all the typing as he relaxed back into his chair.
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Oh. She doesn't recognize me. They'd never been really close friends, but he couldn't imagine not remembering the people he'd been going to school with for the last three and a half years. He pitied her, he really did. But he tried not to show it. People generally didn't like being pitied. "Ho i compiti italiano, ma a parte questo che sto facendo bene," Everett said, easily slipping into the language as he answered her question. "I have some homework for AP Italian, but other than that I'm doing pretty great." He made a face. "I'm not real big on chem, really, but hey, if it's your cup of tea then that's great."
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"Hey, don't worry about it," Everett said dismissively. "I don't remember names even without the amnesia sometimes. It's more faces. Like, 'Hey, you over there.' Besides, it's a refreshing change." It's rather nice to have someone not know me just for my dad, he mused. Maybe this time someone will actually like me for my personality, and not just for my dad being one of the 'stars' of the '90s... He smiled. "That's cool, I almost took French, but my family lived in Italy for a few years so it was the easier choice. And I guess chem isn't that bad if you like it, but it just never really came to me, I guess," he said with a shrug. "I don't do so well with that kind of thing. I'm more of an English-history-Italian person than a math-and-science person." He paused. "If you want to talk about chemistry, that's cool," he said. "It's nice to hear people talk about things that they're genuinely interested in." Rather than 'Ohmigod, you'll never guess who I saw at that party last weekend!'
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((I'm so sorry, I was going to reply in the car but I fell asleep. :P Also, how long ago was her accident?))
He bit the inside of his cheek. He probably shouldn't have been so blunt about the amnesia thing. At the same time, though, skirting around issues wouldn't help anything. It wasn't like you could just pretend it never happened. Like seriously? The girl went by a different name now. It was obvious she wasn't the same. He wasn't about to treat her like she was. "Yeah, I remember it. It was while I was in junior high. It was absolutely lovely; I'd love to go back there," Everett said, thinking back to the scenery and just everything. His smile turned into a smirk. "You'd be surprised at what it takes to bore me, Day. But it doesn't matter. You should talk about what you like to do. Heck, even my girlfriend looks at me with that 'I'm-pretending-to-listen-but-I-don't-really-care' look when I get excited about music sometimes. She means well, but... it's nice to have someone who will actually listen." He hesitated slightly. If he said the reasons he was interested in English, it could give away who his dad was. And he preferred Day not knowing that. Yeah, he was like 99% sure that she knew he was one of the Populars, but did she need to know that it was because of his famous dad? Or his rich heiress mother? He preferred it this way, where she treated him as a (relatively) normal person. "Yeah, I am. It's really great. I've always been a fan of reading, really." He didn't mention that he used to read his dad's scripts for fun. "It's kind of my dream to become an actor-slash-singer, but if that doesn't work out, or even if it does, I'm interested in screenwriting. It's like the perfect balance between English and TV and movies." There. A perfectly safe amount of knowledge. None of it was false, but it didn't give away anything that she didn't need to know. He did have plans, actually, to move to California after he finished high school. His family had a vacation house there, and he knew that his parents were planning to move back over there after Christine finished high school - his dad was hoping to make a comeback, or something.
He bit the inside of his cheek. He probably shouldn't have been so blunt about the amnesia thing. At the same time, though, skirting around issues wouldn't help anything. It wasn't like you could just pretend it never happened. Like seriously? The girl went by a different name now. It was obvious she wasn't the same. He wasn't about to treat her like she was. "Yeah, I remember it. It was while I was in junior high. It was absolutely lovely; I'd love to go back there," Everett said, thinking back to the scenery and just everything. His smile turned into a smirk. "You'd be surprised at what it takes to bore me, Day. But it doesn't matter. You should talk about what you like to do. Heck, even my girlfriend looks at me with that 'I'm-pretending-to-listen-but-I-don't-really-care' look when I get excited about music sometimes. She means well, but... it's nice to have someone who will actually listen." He hesitated slightly. If he said the reasons he was interested in English, it could give away who his dad was. And he preferred Day not knowing that. Yeah, he was like 99% sure that she knew he was one of the Populars, but did she need to know that it was because of his famous dad? Or his rich heiress mother? He preferred it this way, where she treated him as a (relatively) normal person. "Yeah, I am. It's really great. I've always been a fan of reading, really." He didn't mention that he used to read his dad's scripts for fun. "It's kind of my dream to become an actor-slash-singer, but if that doesn't work out, or even if it does, I'm interested in screenwriting. It's like the perfect balance between English and TV and movies." There. A perfectly safe amount of knowledge. None of it was false, but it didn't give away anything that she didn't need to know. He did have plans, actually, to move to California after he finished high school. His family had a vacation house there, and he knew that his parents were planning to move back over there after Christine finished high school - his dad was hoping to make a comeback, or something.
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Day played with a lock of blonde hair, twisting it around her fingers without even really being conscious of it as she listened to him. It was an old habit, according to her friends. Though she couldn't really function on pure instinct with anything else, this one tiny, nothing of a trait of hers, seemed to keep coming back. "Wow." She'd heard Italy was a beautiful place but had never experienced it first-hand. At least, that's what she's assuming- Her family hadn't mentioned ever taking a family vacation to Italy. "I can only imagine how amazing that much have been. Do you miss it?" She realized she was probably forcing conversation on him, becoming aware of the fact that the poor guy had probably just intended on being polite. Arching an eyebrow at the mention of a girlfriend, she tried to think of her name. Has Mason mentioned it? No, she didn't think so. Day was sure she was just as nice as Everett seemed to be, though. "Eric's the same way: Apparently, I was trying to tell him about our new unit during a long car ride, and he fell asleep listening to me go on about molecules. Because talk of the atomic structure and nuclear decay is just that invigorating." She threw the words out there, forgetting for a moment that he probably wouldn't have a clue what they meant. She grinned at the mental image it created, flashing a dimple on her cheek that no doubt made her look even more child-like. She tilted her head at the mention of his dream career, her eyes scanning across his face. He did have one of those faces, the type that seemed to scream 'I'm going to be big one day.' "I'm sure you'll get there, then. Did you take the fundamentals of writing?" She cast another glance down at her paper, realized she'd only done a few questions, and scribbled another answer. "I've heard it's supposed to be really good at helping with the writing process and all." Not that she would know. English wasn't really her thing.
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"Yeah, I miss it," Everett said, thinking back to the scenery and everything. "It was really quite lovely. But I have to say, I love living in the United States and really, given the choice, I wouldn't move back there. Visit, for sure." He noticed the arch-of-eyebrow at the mention of his girlfriend. Was he that unpleasant that it was near impossible to imagine him having a girlfriend...? Oh. She probably just doesn't remember. He cracked a smile at that. "I'm sure that it's very interesting, just... not everybody's cup of tea. And thank you. Yes, I did. It really did help. I mean, I've just written on my own for a long time, anyway, so it's just like... practice makes perfect, right? Not that it's perfect, but my writing has definitely improved from my stories from, like, fourth grade."
"Yeah, I miss it," Everett said, thinking back to the scenery and everything. "It was really quite lovely. But I have to say, I love living in the United States and really, given the choice, I wouldn't move back there. Visit, for sure." He noticed the arch-of-eyebrow at the mention of his girlfriend. Was he that unpleasant that it was near impossible to imagine him having a girlfriend...? Oh. She probably just doesn't remember. He cracked a smile at that. "I'm sure that it's very interesting, just... not everybody's cup of tea. And thank you. Yes, I did. It really did help. I mean, I've just written on my own for a long time, anyway, so it's just like... practice makes perfect, right? Not that it's perfect, but my writing has definitely improved from my stories from, like, fourth grade."
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Day's baby blue eyes watched him seem to look back, as if imagining the beautiful landscapes that made up Italy. As of lately, the idea of escape had suddenly seemed so much more pressing. Apparently, even from before, she'd wanted to leave Salem as soon as possible. But the thought of living somewhere else, where things weren't so. . . Suffocating was all she could think about now. She has no way of knowing if that's how it was before, but maybe that's why she wanted to leave so badly. Because at a new place, for new beginnings, she wouldn't possibly have to think about before. Of course, Eric would no doubt freak at the very mention of her being away from him and her parents. "Really? I don't think I could say the same. But that's just me and it's good that you like the States so much." She gave a small shrug, even as a sheepish smile upturned the corners of her lips. "It's probably be smart to grudgingly agree." At his thanks, she gave a small nod, brushing the stray lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. "I'm sure you're not giving yourself enough credit." Laughing at his mention of improving since fourth grade, she rolled her eyes playfully at his understatement. "Definitely a good thing." Suddenly realizing she was probably keeping him from his paper, her light irises flicked over to the laptop before him. "Speaking of writing: I probably shouldn't keep you away from your AP paper." Blushing, -she normally wasn't this much of a talker- she twisted back around in her seat without another word.
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"As beautiful and wonderful as Italy is, my home will always be here," he said with a shrug. It was true. Maybe, one day, he'd be able to regularly visit Italy. Yes, that would be nice... Travel was fun. Except for the whole airplanes part. Nope, nope, nope. Maybe not, then. Unless he magically overcame his fear of flying. "Never said how much I improved since then, now, did I?" he said with a wink. "I'm sure that my laptop would learn towards the 'not' side, though." He paused. "Really, it's fine. I'm already fluent, and it's not even due for a while yet. I just, uh, wanted to get an early start."
"As beautiful and wonderful as Italy is, my home will always be here," he said with a shrug. It was true. Maybe, one day, he'd be able to regularly visit Italy. Yes, that would be nice... Travel was fun. Except for the whole airplanes part. Nope, nope, nope. Maybe not, then. Unless he magically overcame his fear of flying. "Never said how much I improved since then, now, did I?" he said with a wink. "I'm sure that my laptop would learn towards the 'not' side, though." He paused. "Really, it's fine. I'm already fluent, and it's not even due for a while yet. I just, uh, wanted to get an early start."
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Of course that was just code for 'no one really needs to do this, it's not a grade'. Therefore, staring out the window was a pretty appealing option for the bored and limitless. Alyssa's eyes glossed over with thought... she wasn't really seeing anymore, just staring blankly. It was the key signature 1,000 yard stare of a student who would soon be falling asleep.
Walking into the room that was 'study hall' Henry looked around and frowned. Nope not there. That was for pops. Not there those were brotherhood.....hmmmmm. No...and no. Sighing and on the verge of just sitting down on the ground, Henry spotted his salvation. A girl sitting by an empty seat in the back corner. Walking over her took the seat in front of her and then frowned as he flipped open his notebook. Where had his pencil gone? Oh. That's right. He loaned it to that kid last class. Sighing he turned in his seat and raised a brow at the girl, she looked to be a million miles away and yet....Henry wasn't the best at reading signals. Instead he tapped the top of her desk lightly, "Excuse me, Ma'am?" He asked his voice incredibly polite and very southern. He only hoped that she wouldn't be like most girls and get all offended when he called her ma'am that was the way Alabama people did it. If there was a chance you were a minute older you were a 'ma'am' or a 'sir'.
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Henry's lips turned upwards in a genuinely friendly and pleased smile. Mostly because she hadn't been all offended by him calling her Ma'am. In the short time he'd been here almost all the girls he talked to got all huffy and said then asked in a snarky way if they looked old enough to be a ma'am to him. Even though her tone carried that underlying amusement it was better than snarky and offended. "I was merely wonderin' if you had a pencil that I could borrow? I do promise to give it back to ya." It was obvious that Henry wasn't the 'borrows a pencil and never returns it' type but still....he wanted her to know that she would be getting it back.
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Henry took the pencil from her with a nod, "Thank you, kindly. But I will be return' it to ya. I only needed one for this class, and by next I'll get a pencil from my brother." He fully knew that Damien would have a pencil that he could borrow. Mostly because...well Damien was the responsible one and by now Damien knew that Henry was a notorious pencil misplacer. Had she been a family member of his? Henry would've accepted the pencil with complete ease, but she wasn't and so taking her pencil would be wrong. Not to mention that she was a lady, which made it twice as wrong.
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Catching sight of that glint in her eyes, the one that was pure determination, Henry nodded and sighed slightly before smiling at her. "Well, then I really do appreciate this...." He paused and his brow furrowed slightly realizing he didn't know her name. "I'm sorry, but could you introduce yourself? I'm Henry." He tucked the pencil behind his ear before holding out his hand for her to shake. Taking note of that pursed lip thoughtful expression of hers he made a mental note to inquire about what she was thinking of later.
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Henry had to admit that he was a bit thrown off by the handshake. But he did smile and nodded, "Aly." He tested it out and he figured it was short for something, Alyson? Alyssa? Alyana? Really there were a bunch of things it could be short for. It might have even been the middle part of her first name. "Does that handshake mean that we're friends now?" He asked smiling easily. Usually he had only seen people have secret handshakes when they were friends. So that handshake of hers she had directed him in? He had to assume they were friends...but he'd gotten into the habit of asking since here at Salem it was hard to tell who was your friend and who was just some random person who only wanted to talk to you once.
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Alyssa had told him her most famous nickname for a reason. She had figured if she'd said, 'I'm Alyssa, but feel free to call me Aly' he would have continued to call her Alyssa because it was more polite or something. She was already adapting to his personality. "Seeing how I took your Salem Borrowing-Of-The-Pencil virginity, yes." she responded, grinning.
Smiling at her joke and even laughing a bit, not that awkward 'that was meant to be a joke, let me laugh' laugh, but a real laugh he nodded. "Hmmm I suppose that does mean that we'd have to be friends." He couldn't help but feel at ease around her. She was nice, cute, and she didn't get all weirded out by him. So naturally she had to become his friend, and had she said no he would've spent the rest of study hall figuring a way out to become her friend. "So about Salem.....why is it that most girls get offended when I call them 'ma'am'?" he asked this had always been puzzling to Henry.
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Of course the last part was a bit of sarcasm of her own. Alyssa might have thought he had been doing that with the whole Ma'am charade, had she not read the sincerity in his eyes. But it had only taken her a second to realize how truly sweet he was--another reason she had decided to befriend him so quickly. People like that here at Salem were in short supply.
Henry nodded, "Hmmmm I suppose I should have to work on my approach then." He chuckled slightly and then raised a brow, "So why were you sitting back here all alone? You are pretty, your eyes are very unique and engaging, not to mention that you are kind and easy to talk to. So why didn't you have a group of people talking to you?" Was she newer to the school? Did she just not have any friends in this class? Was she shy? she didn't seem shy, although Henry had spoken to her first....so maybe she was. Still...... "And I don't mean to pry....so you don't have to answer if it's too pushy and forward." he added that last part because well...Damien would've reminded him to not be so pushy with people. Not everyone was as open as Henry.
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Shaking his head, Henry smiled, "If you're alluding to the fact that I might be one of those popular kids? Well I've been there, let's just say I realized that they aren't really your friends." Shrugging he leaned back and smiled at her, "And well other than talking to me you were kind of just staring out of the window. So that did look rather alone. Not sad alone." He said simply with a slight twinkle of something in his eyes. Amusement? Possibly. "And you're not average. No one is just average."
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"Oh? And how do you mean the word?" Henry asked curious about what she was thinking. She was acting like she was treading thin ice. Like he might turn into Mr. Hyde at any moment and try to kill her. It definitely was something that made him wonder what kind of people she was hanging out with. Or was it merely that he was making her uncomfortable. At that his brows furrowed and he posed the question, "Am I bothering you? I don't mean to be. I can just leave you to your window gazing." He offered biting his lip.
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