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Feb 19, 2013 02:17PM
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Tristan shoved his bag under the desk and waited for the ancient computer to turn on. He was wishing he'd brought his laptop--but for now, he'd have to settle for this. It wasn't that bad, just boring. There was no one around, except some teacher that didn't care about anything. He sighed and tapped his foot impatiently while a webpage opened.
Well, it had been empty, until the door suddenly swung open and with an overly sarcastic half-assed salute towards the teacher, Ash sauntered into the room and over towards the computer with the fastest internet. The one that just so happened to be right next to Tristan. Logging in she dropped her backpack to the ground before turning her attention to the guy. "Hey there, Freshie. What's up?" she asked automatically assuming the guy to be a freshman.
"Ash." Tristan replied with a nod in her direction. "You look dangerous as always." He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes, wondering what was going on. Had she called him a freshman? That was ridiculous, considering she'd cheated off of him all last semester to pass economics. "Do you think I'll become a dinosaur before this loads?" He asked idly, looking at her again
"Oh.....hey. Tristan. Tris. Not a freshie. My bad." She shrugged as the web page came up and then smirked at him, "You chose the wrong computer, buddy. This one," She patted the side of the computer she was sitting at, "Has the fastest internet." Shrugging she pulled up the page of her grades, solid C's and B's. Nothing too special. Scanning over them she loaded up her math grade, wrinkling her nose at the sight of her last test. Turning back to Tristan she raised a brow at him, "No offense, Tris, but you don't look anything like a Dinosaur."
"No it doesn't." Tristan replied without paying attention. "It's the third one in the fifth row." He stuck his tongue out at her, then froze for a second and blinked twice, recounting where he was sitting. Crap. She was right. How had he managed to sit in the wrong spot? How lame was that!
Ashlynne smirked at him and stuck out her own tongue in response, "Funny how you could get distracted," Leaning in she lowered her voice and gestured over her shoulder to the balding grumpy middle-aged man behind the desk. "Were you so thrown off by our incredibly attractive supervisor that you just sat down in a seat before your legs gave out underneath you from the wobbly feeling in them?" she teased leaning back and smirking at him, her voice so obviously sarcastic.
"Ash!" Tristan switched to a whiny voice. "Trade with me! I was here first!" He knew she wouldn't, but it was still worth trying. Shaking his head, Tristan glanced back at the teacher. "She's hot enough--for an older person. But right now you're the only lady in my life." He scrunched up his nose, trying to keep a straight face, but it was hard. "So? What was so important to you?" He asked, clicking print on his thing, which had finally loaded.
Ash smirked and shrugged her shoulders, "Actually I'm not doing anything but mindlessly scrolling around on the internet." As if to prove her point she opened about 7 tabs of google and then closed them letting out a 'lalala~' followed by a bored sounding sigh. Smirking over at Tristan she shrugged, "But I mean....mindless scrolling about. It's gotta be important too, right?" she asked merely wondering just how whiny that voice of his could go before she would eventually relent.
Tristan pouted, and shook his head. "Super important; but you know, I have a project due next period. Maybe you could speed it up?" He glanced at her screen, then his own, with a loud sigh. "Ash..." Tristan had dropped the whiny voice, and spoke like normal again. "It would mean a lot if you could help me out?"
"And you waited till the last minute? Tsk, Tsk, and here I thought you were one of those good students, Tristan." Smirking she stood and grabbed her bag off the floor gesturing to the computer, "All yours buddy, boy. Have fun with that project." She nodded, all in all Ash may have liked to mess with people but she wasn't a cruel bitch that would sit and mess around when he needed the computer.
"No I didn't!" Tristan laughed, watching her grab her stuff to get up. "I can't believe you fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book Ash! You of all people should know." He shook his head at her in an amused fashion. "Thanks though." He added, since it was always a good idea to stay on her good side, and he didn't want her thinking he was making fun of her or anything.
Ash rolled her eyes, a little miffed, but nothing too bad and instead she leaned over and mussed his hair with her hand, making sure that she got it good and messy before spinning him in the chair and planting a kiss on his forehead. Good thing she had just applied a layer of lip gloss before walking into the lab, and unfortunately for Tristan it had been one of those moments where too much gloss comes out and your lips end up a big shiny glittery sticky thing that leaves a sticky glittering imprint. Smirking she laughed, "Mmmhmm like I said. Have fun Tristan." Turning and leaving the computer room, one could still hear her echoing laughter as she left, the laughter fading away along with her footsteps.
Caroline walked into the computer room, with bag on her shoulder and overflowing binder clutched in her arms. She had been sick for the past three days and now that she was back, had a ton of work to catch up on. She probably wouldn't get home till late that night, which wasn't a problem for her. Caroline was looking through one of the assignments that she had to complete and didn't notice Tristan sitting a few chairs down from her. If she had, she probably would have chosen a different computer. Fraternizing with populars wasn't one of her favorite pastimes.
Tristan was busy wiping the lip-gloss off when she walked in, but he couldn't help notice she'd picked possibly the slowest computer in the whole room. He double counted, just to be sure--didn't want another Ash-like experience then called out to her. "Hey, Girl, You should sit over here." He couldn't quite tell who it was straight off, but since they were pretty much the only people there, it should be obvious he was talking to her. Unless she thought he was on the phone--but if she didn't at least look over, then there was nothing to be done. He rubbed at his forehead some more, since it still felt sticky.
Caroline jumped when someone spoke. She turned and saw Tristan sitting there. At first she was surprised - she had assumed she was alone - but her surprise soon turned into irritation. She set her binder down next to the computer, slamming it a bit harder than she needed to. Caroline was stressed out enough already, and wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone right now. "Did you just call me girl?" she asked. "I do have a name, and I'm pretty sure you know what it is," she said.
"Sorry. Didn't realize you're a transgender-transvestite, whatever you call yourself...Caroline" Tristan replied, not missing a beat. He's added her name at the end just to prove her right, that he did know her. He wasn't going to take her bad attitude though. It wasn't his fault he hadn't recognized her. She'd been out sick for at least a couple days, and she hadn't really been that noticeable type of person even before that. "Anyways, you after you get done slamming all your stuff in annoyance, you should know that this row has the fastest computers."
Caroline gave him a soul-crushing glare, but he didn't seem at all phased. That smug look on his face wasn't helping either. She thought about ignoring him and using the computer she was already at, but if he was right and it was really slow, she'd have to take that walk of shame and go sit by him. Caroline decided to save herself the possible embarrassment and just move straight away. She gathered up her things and moved to the computer one seat away from him. She turned on the computer and saw that it was actually pretty fast compared to the other ones in the room. "Well, it's nice to know that you're not completely useless," she muttered.
"Lip gloss, and a favorable compliment. Does everyone just love me today, or what?" Tristan didn't bother to keep his voice down, even though she hadn't exactly been looking for a conversation. It wasn't like he was going to ask about her tattoos or anything, he just couldn't resist teasing her a little bit more. She was a fantastic and pretty girl; better than Ash in his opinion. Although Caroline did have faults like anyone else.
Caroline looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Wow, this guy sure liked the sound of his own voice. "First of all, that was barely a compliment. And secondly, I'm the only one in here and I'm sitting two feet away from you. There's no need to yell," she said. Caroline swept her long dark hair over her shoulder, briefly flashing the one-word tattoo on her wrist. She groaned, looking down at the pile of papers in front of her. She was never going to get this done. Caroline glanced over at him again and noticed that he was still watching her. "Take a picture buddy," she said wearily. She didn't even have the energy to come up with some witty retort.
Tristan just shrugged, not bothering to loose the I'm-having-fun expression off of his face. He did however, end up not yelling--just for her. "Compliments don't have different catagories like that. As long as the person is sincere, and heartfelt, they're equal. People-- Girls in particular-- just like superficial compliments better. You look pretty today therefore becomes better than I like how kind you are, even though both things might be equally true." He scrunched up his nose a bit, and added a shrug.
Caroline didn't look at him as she typed. "While you may have a point, I'd appreciate it if you stopped stereotyping girls," she said. "Not all girls like being complimented on their looks more than their personalities. Just like not all guys pay more attention to a girl's chest rather than her eyes," she said. Caroline stopped typing and looked at him, a faint smile playing on her lips. "And if something as simple as an unintentional compliment can lead to a conversation like this, then I'm just going to keep my mouth shut from now on."
"Caroline, do you really think that I'm going to change my opinion that quickly? Besides, weather you caught me or not, I did check you out soo..." Tristan shrugged unconcernedly, and took what she'd said the wring way probably on purpose. "You're right though. Let's talk about something a bit less serious. How's your family?" Tristan didn't mean anything by it, since he didn't know that was a topic she'd dislike more
Caroline's whole body immediately tensed when he asked about her family. She stared at him, her eyes wide. Did he know something? Was he intentionally making fun of her? Just calm down. He doesn't know anything. He can't know anything. He was just asking a normal question and I'm completely overreacting. Caroline look a breath relaxed her face into what she hoped was lofty indifference. "I don't see why you would possibly want to know about my family. You don't even know me, let alone care about them," she said. "How about we choose a different topic?" she suggested, though it was clear through her tone that it was a demand, no a request.
Tristan raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything for a minute or so. She was way too tense, and he had no clue why. If he picked something else, she'd probably dislike that was well, so he didn't try and keep a conversation going anymore. "Pick a color." He said after a few more seconds, digging through his bag instead of looking at her. There were a bunch of colored pencils at the bottom, and he was going to give her a sketch in whatever color she picked. He pulled out a sketchbook and flipped to a blank page, glancing at her again, and waiting. He already knew what he was going to draw, so he'd probably be done before she was done on the computer.
Caroline frowned. "Um, purple," she said hesitantly. "Dark purple, not lilac," she specified. It had been her favorite color ever since she could remember. She watched him curiously as he looked through his bag then pulled out a sketchbook. "What the- What are you doing?" she asked with a frown.
Tristan glanced up at her again, a purple colored pencil in his hand. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Was she trying to sound stupid? Or had she never met some of the more artistic people at this school? He shook his head slightly, then focused on the blank paper in front of him, drawing a simple line, then another.
Caroline rolled her eyes. "I know you're drawing something, I meant what are you drawing?" she asked. She scooted closer in her swivel chair and looked over her shoulder at his paper. Caroline often wished she was skilled artistically and was actually quite interested in watching him work.
Tristan nodded blandly when she spoke, only half paying attention to what she was saying. He'd never been a good multi-tasker, but enough people had tried to talk to him when he was sketching that he'd gotten better at it over time. Tristan kept drawing, shorter, thinner lines this time. "It's going to make sense in a minute." He said softly, answering her question without giving any details.
"Okay, well just tell me when," Caroline said, going back to her work. She glanced over at the paper every minute or so to see how it was coming along. She still had no idea what he was drawing though. As long as it wasn't a portrait of her, then sh was fine. She hated portraits though, they always seemed so revealing. "Are you done yet?" she asked impatiently.
Tristan didn't answer her question, just kept his gaze on the paper in front of him. It was starting to become an actual picture, instead of just a random third grader's scribble marks. "You know watching won't make it go any faster, right?" He asked, tilting it away from her the tiniest bit.
Caroline sighed. Patience definitely was not her strong point. She tapped her perfectly manicured fingernails on the desk as she scrolled through some online articles for her government class. "Yes, I know that," she said. "Just like pushing the button a million times won't make the elevator come any faster or yelling at the TV doesn't change the outcome of Titanic. But you know what? It makes me feel better, so there," she said.
"I liked the ending of Titanic." Tristan replied, looking up at her in surprise, then turning his eyes back down. "Besides, it might not even be for you." He was teasing though, since it was for her. I mean, he'd made her pick the color and stuff. Tristan glanced up at her again, almost finished with the drawing. It was two people, resembling himself and her, and there was a speech bubble, but he hadn't filled that in yet.
Caroline shrugged. "It's alright, I guess. But if she'd just gotten on that boat, ten he could have ha the door all to himself and they both would have lived. There's no use crying for somebody who dies due to sheer stupidity." She realized how heartless that sounded, but it was the truth. She didn't like hearing about other people's sob stories. She had enough to deal with already. "The rest of the movie was good though," she said, trying to redeem herself.
"Well, I suppose we don't have the same view on that." Tristan murmured, wondering if the drawing was such a good idea after all. There was still time to back out--although she'd no doubt manage to figure it out anyways, since she seemed smart and everything. He stopped drawing, pencil hovering over the paper. "Why'd you break up with Romeo?" He asked semi-randomly.
Caroline frowned. Tristan really had a knack for asking questions she didn't want to answer. "It didn't work out as well as we thought it would. We just, grew apart," she told him. "You know, you seem to ask a lot of questions. It's my turn," she said. "How long have you been drawing, or sketching, or whatever it is you do?" she asked.
"I see." Tristan still hadn't finished the drawing, and was fidgeting instead. "Ummm. Since as long as I remember? Juliette's six years older than me, and I adored my sister, so I did whatever she did. When she was in Art Class in High School, I was practicing on my own--you know?" He shrugged, "I just kind of kept up the habit, since it's fun." Tristan dropped his gaze from hers, and almost shrugged again.
Caroline frowned at him. He seemed to be really anxious about something. His mood had completely changed from confident and cocky to extremely awkward. "I see. I never had an older sibling to imitate," she said. She hated being an only child. "Um, are you alright?" she asked.
"You're lucky than. I have four. One's younger, but equally annoying." He tilted the picture away from her and finished the speech caption, before ripping it out and rolling it up into a scroll-like thing. "I'll um. See you around maybe?" He smiled at her, put the drawing on her binder, then walked out of the room, just as the bell to signal next class rung.
((Would you want to go out with me sometime?))
((Aww, that's cute! And it would be scandalous since he's a popular and she's in the Brotherhood.))
Caroline picked up the paper and unrolled it. She looked at the picture, which seemed to be of her and Tristan. Her eyes moved to the speech bubble next to Tristan's head and they automatically widened. "Wh-What?" Caroline had no idea how to react. It would be stupid to say yes, but at the same time, she wanted to see how this would play out. Caroline jumped up, picture in hand, and rushed to the door. She opened it and looked out, but the bell had already rung and the halls were full of students. Tristan was nowhere to be found.
((I just checked. I don't have any populars...xD))
((Oh, I must be thinking of someone else then. My bad :P))
((Wow, he's only fifteen? Brave boy, asking out an upperclassmen in the Brotherhood. :) ))
((Haha. He asked and the left without her answer so not that brave :3))
Dakota walked into the computer lab, with his own seventeen inch Sony laptop in hand and camera. Not that there was anything wrong with the school's computers but Dakota's laptop had better editing software on it. The only reason he was here instead of study hall was because he had forgotten the cable which connected his laptop to his camera and knew that such a cable should have been in this room. Oh and not to mention that the WiFi connectivity was best in this room.
Rose hesitantly walked in to the computer lab with the sheet music she had collected from the choir room. She wanted to try a couple of things, but wasn't sure if the school computers would allow her to download the programs neccesary. She sat across the room in a chair that gave her a clear view of the door and logged onto the computer.
Dakota busied himself by looking through the bins for the cable cord he needed, not noting the presence of another girl in the room. When he finally found the cord, ten minutes later, he smiled with success. He plugged one end of the cable into his camera and the other into his laptop. He started to upload the videos from his camera and to his computer. While that slowly progressed, he opened up a separate window and started to edit some previously uploaded videos of Evelyn and Ezra.
