Realistic or Modern A Square of Unrequited Love

[Nutter]

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A Square of Unrequited Love - Two guys. Two girls. A whole lot of crushing.

High school cliques are just a fact that students have come to terms with, but just because one isn't in the same friend group as another doesn't mean things don't overlap. In homeroom, the hallways, classes, on the bus - different groups are bound to, no, forced to interact.
Just four high school kids, each doing their own thing, each with their own priorities and social groups.


Another undeniable part of high school are relationships. Boys like girls like boys and so on. In some...

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Delaney Samuels refused to miss the first day of school.


"You don't understand, sir," the girl had told her father. "I have to go to the first day! I haven't seen my friends all summer, no thanks to you, I might add." She pouted at the cold-hearted man. There was no way that her big junior-year debut would come a day late. And for what? Some meeting with a bigshot CEO who father expected her to "convince" him to push things in their direction?


As it turned out, her father would have none of her complaints. As it always turned out, nothing Delaney said was heard by him. So much for Daddy's little girl.


So, her debut did indeed come a day late, but that didn't mean it would be any less grand. Miss Samuels arrived at seven-thirty on the dot, decked out in a new designer sundress, flats, and accessories. Her blonde hair was curled into soft waves that seemed to flow behind her as she entered the school grounds. Her golden skin glowed in the morning light, only to be out done by the light she put into her smile. Her blue eyes skimmed over the crowd of students milling about to find the friends she hadn't seen in so long.


Familiar faces greeted her warmly and she quickly made her way over to them, doing her best to avoid all the other... people.. in her way. Which wasn't that difficult. When you're Delaney Samuels, crowds tend to clear a path for you even when they don't realize it. One person leads, and everyone follows. They were too simple.


(This is by far the most conceited thing I have ever written. We'll see how this goes, eh? Lol)

 

[UniLad246]

Conner Johnson sat at a table in the courtyard with a few of his pals playing a favorite trading card game of his called Heroes and Demons. It was the second day of classes his Junior year, before the morning bell had rang. He'd just vanquished he buddy Gavin's harpy with his level 18 swordsman. This simple game was a passion of his and it looked like getting all the guys into over the Summer was going to pay off this school year. If everyday started off this way Conner would have no problem with that.


That's when 'she' walked by. Delaney Samuels wasn't just the most beautiful girl in school. She had this incredible spirit too. Conner didn't even 'like' like her, but he couldn't seem to avert his gaze whenever she walked by. He beauty was simply second to her attitude and demeanor. 'She's like an attention magnet' he thought to himself. 'She's not even my type.then again what is my type?' He snapped back to reality.


"Sorry guys, gotta go." He quickly scooped up his playing cards and stuffed them into his messenger bag. He marched off after Delaney barely conscious of his path. Just thinking his was on his way to class, but keeping close behind her without even realizing it.

 

[Hoax]

Skyler was running down the street, her legs pumping underneath her body and propelling her forwards at top speed. "Whoa! Hold on there-" She said, her hand shooting out and grabbing onto a pole, swinging her around so she took a sharp turn off the sidewalk and into the front gates of the school. She barely made it past Delaney, stumbled, fell, rolled, and was back on her feet and walking casually in seconds. "Nailed it." She said, swiping some dust out of her hair.


Skyler had noticed it was Delaney she'd stumbled past, and inwardly groaned. She's back. Great. I had so hoped she was gone since I didn't see her yesterday… She thought, then brightened slightly. At least it was a gorgeous day. Perfect for track in the afternoon. Hopefully, this year Delaney wouldn't bug her as much. Hopefully.


(Sorry If it's short. I really wanted to post something, but my brain is starting to shut off for the night. I'll make future posts longer, so don't worry)

 

[Nutter]

(It's fine. I think we'll continue after @SusieLivesHere if that's alright. I don't want anyone to get left behind since we've just started.)

 

[UniLad246]

((Works for me. That makes total sense.))

 

[SusieLivesHere]

((sorry I totally fell asleep after writing my cs x-x )


Sam sauntered lazily onto the school grounds. He never felt that urge to be in school on time, it was just better then waiting around his home. He sucked a deep breath in through his teeth as saw everyone else waiting about in the square, preparing himself for his second day at Platt regional high school. He already had his free period taken away for flicking bits of paper at other students in his maths class, and he had to stay behind for detention. He didn't deserve the detention he thought, burning his pens in chemistry to see what would happen was basically science, it was like he was being punished for having a natural curiosity. It wasn't his fault things had gone wrong and the room had filled with noxious black smoke setting the fire alarm off... maybe he shouldn't have tried to burn so many at once... or maybe he shouldn't have used his notes as kindling...


He'd just thrown his tattered backpack on the floor and sat on a bench casually when the noticed Delaney walking past. It was hard not to look, but he forced himself to stop when he noticed everyone else was looking to. All the same she was looking particularly good today and Sam was hit with the urge to draw her.


He dragged his sketchbook out and drew other things to try and keep her out of his head. It wasn't as if they'd ever talked to each other, what would they even talk about?


The jock girl whose name escaped him tumbled past. Literally. He chuckled quietly, she was so weird...


((...is starting a small fire "by accident" the kind of thing you'd get expelled for rather than detention? And do you take sciences separately (as in chemistry, biology, physics) or together??))

 

[UniLad246]

((Expulsion just kinda depends on the school but on your first day detention makes sense. And ya we do a different science every year so chemistry junior year makes sense ))

 

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"Del, it seems you've got a little stalker problem," Jasmine hummed, looking pointedly at the boy following the group of girls. Delaney turned her head to the left, glancing back out of the corner of her eye. Indeed, that kid Connor did seem to be heading in the same direction, but she didn't think much of it. With a smile she waved back at him before turning back to her friends, who were busy laughing over some joke she'd missed while observing the boy.


"He's probably just in the same homeroom or something." As they neared her locker, they slowed to a stop. She quickly got her books for the morning and once again they were off towards the classroom. Room 234 was a lucky catch. Jasmine kept complaining how her homeroom was small and crowded, with no air conditioning system in it. A lot of the classrooms were this way, but room 234 was not one of these. It was large and spread out. The room was used for the computer sciences classes, so the desktops in the back required the room to also have an AC module. On top of that, there were only fifteen kids in here, where most homerooms had more like twenty five. Better yet, as Jasmine had pointed out several times already this morning and over text messages yesterday when Delaney had told her to scope the room out, Mr. Jones was not ugly. So not ugly.


Unlike Jasmine, Delaney didn't care for the teacher. Looking at him now, he was awkward and completely focused on whatever he was doing with his computer. Anyone who didn't look up when she'd walked into the room definitely had to have something wrong with him. Jasmine chattered on about all of the gossip that couldn't be sent over text. As much as Delaney loved the girl, she really couldn't stand these conversations. Instead, she let her eyes wander over the kids that flooded in as the bell rang. Jasmine took that as her cue and left with a short goodbye, until the princess was sitting alone at her desk near the door.


The seats around her remained unoccupied, her girlfriends having taken them when they were still here and the students who actually belonged their sitting elsewhere because of them. Delaney sighed, fiddling with the bracelets adorning one wrist as the morning announcements began.

 

[UniLad246]

Conner stopped off at his locker and put away the books he wouldn't need until after lunch. He rounded the hallway headed towards homeroom and stopped in his tracks. "Just great," he muttered under his breath as Delaney walked into Room 234. He wasn't exactly thrilled about this but he supposed it could be worse.


He entered the classroom and greeted Mr. Jones before taking his seat on the far right side of the room. He pulled out a solid black composition books and started writing in it. He was working on a fanfic for the Heroes and Demons game. So far he'd just been working in character descriptions. As he wrote out a part fir an Elf Druid his thoughts wandered.


'Delaney Samulas is so..... pompous. She thinks she's so great cuz she's rich or something. And just because she's pretty everyone flocks to her. Why does she have to be such a snotty brat? Wait why am I even thinking about her?! Maybe she's not as bad as she seems, I've never even talked to her. Maybe I could now?' He made to stand up and say hi but his nerves got the best of him. He decided against it and went back to his notebook barely listening to the morning announcements.

 

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The announcements ended without anything of importance coming up. There was still five minutes of homeroom left, but Delaney was losing patience quickly. Pursing her lips, Delaney gracefully slid out of her seat to stand. she'd left her phone in her locker, so it wasn't like she could distract herself with it now. She made a note to pick it up on her way to first period.


Speaking of which, what did she have first period? As she pulled out the print-out of schedule assigned to her, she prayed that she didn't have any bad teachers. If she got Mrs. Wador for Honors British Literature, she'd gorge her own eyes out, even if it meant ruining her looks. That woman was rumored to be a complete witch. The one time Delaney had come into contact with her, the old bat had yelled at her for walking too close to Gavin. Which perhaps she had been, but did that really matter? Gavin didn't even like girls.


The Samuels heiress' heart sank when that familiar name was typed in the third period slot, just before lunch. Delaney was so busy groveling over her misfortune, she hadn't noticed that the bell had rang. Realizing her folly, she quickly grabbed her bag from off of the floor - too quickly. The zipper had come loose when she'd dropped it their, so when she picked it up, her books came falling out. Cursing, She bent down to pick it up, acutely aware of the length of her dress and trying her best to make sure everything was covered. If anybody saw anything, they'd have more than just a teenage drama queen on their hands.

 

[SusieLivesHere]

Sam walked into to homeroom just as the bell rang for everyone to leave homeroom. He smiled and shrugged


"Sorry sir," and Mr Jones shook his head and commented


"Just this once Bridges" as he began to write his name on the register as if he wasn't late.


"Thanks sir, you're the best sir" Sam smiled charmingly at the pushover teacher, he wasn't entirely sure whether or not he got special treatment for his accent, but the teachers over here always seemed much more easily charmed than the ones back home. Well, some of them anyway.


As other students began to file out he noticed Delaney practically alone which was rare. She was struggling to keep her dress an appropriate length while picking up her books. Sam smiled half a smile as he took a few long strides to help Delaney, the damsel in distress. It was only the gentlemanly thing to do, he thought to himself.


"Need a hand" he said playing up his foreign accent, not waiting for an answer and already squatting down and collecting the various books and papers.

 

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Delaney almost frowned before remembering herself. She haphazardly threw her stuff into her bag, knowing that at this rate she'd make both of them late for class. Not that would be too much of an issue for her. She had a whole arsenal of excuses always at the ready. Taking the rest of her belongings from the boy, she didn't fail to strike up some conversation. "Thanks. Sam, right?"


She gave him one of her prize-winning smiles, peering at him through her lashes. He was... unkempt, to say the least. His hair and clothes were mussed in a way that suggested not a care or thought went into his appearance and that most people were okay with it. Delaney felt a wave of jealousy hit her; she wished she could forget about her appearance. If she made one mistake, her head would be on the chopping block.


You see, attention works both ways. When you do something good, it's played up until it's great. When you do something bad, it's practically repulsive in the rumors. Delaney had almost always managed to keep things from turning into those types of rumors by playing innocent, but people were mean. She, of course, would know. It was practically her job to know.


"Where are you headed?" She asked sweetly, pulling her now secured and restocked bag onto her shoulders. "I've got Pre-Calc. first. If you're head in that direction, would you like to walk with me?"


(*Note: It's Pre-Calculus.)

 

[UniLad246]

The last announcement had something to do with a big sporting rally out of town that had been called last minute but it didn't really concern Conner. As the dismissal bell rang he hurriedly tried to finish up his character description in his notebook before heading off to his TA assignment with Mrs. Reeves in the biology lab.


When he finally looked up the only ones left in the classroom were Delaney and Sam. She had spilt the contents of her purse and Sam was helping her pick them up. A burning rage suddenly burned inside of Conner. He was jealous. But how?


He rushed past the two and made a terrible huffing sound. He wandered the halls paying no attention to where he was going, bumping into multiple students. He didn't even know he had a crush. Maybe he didn't. Maybe it was jealousy that Sam could so easily talk to an attractive girl like Delaney. He didn't have time to analyze. The bell for the next period rang. Conner was late and he was never late.

 

[SusieLivesHere]

As Sam handed Delaney her books he felt her eyes appraising him. Delaney's scrutiny threw Sam off. He felt his protective aggressive wall slam into place and he struggled to lift it back up. This wall protected him from everyone else. When they got too close his natural instinct was to go on the offensive. Offense is the best defense, whether through jokes or aggression, it was what it was.


But this was one girl he didn't want to piss off or push away. He swallowed the comment "what are you looking at?" it's a cliche anyway he thought to himself. But he couldn't keep the scowl off his face. He'd had his appearance inspected like this enough before. It brought back memories of teachers when he gave them excuses, and even his dad when he came home too late. It was as if she already thought he'd lied and was trying to assess whether he was trustworthy by his disheveled appearance.


It was actually a constructed disheveled appearance. His dad didn't earn all the money in the world, and the move had pretty much drained their resources. He liked to think he'd made the best of a bad situation with his old clothes.


He was, of course, reading way to in to it.


But she can't possibly know... can she? He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. It was just something about Delaney's eyes, made him feel like she knew all his little secrets. He took a step back, the wall between him and her firmly in place, and smiled cheekily at her.


"Yeah sure I'll walk with you. Can't leave Delaney Samuals without an escort now, can we?" He said playfully with an edge of sarcasm. In truth he didn't have pre-calc, he didn't know what he had. But where would be the fun in looking, and risking the chance of not walking with Delaney Samuals.


He then noticed the dork that sat in the front of the class rush past them huffing, what's his name again? ...Conner?. Sam raised an eyebrow and watched the dark haired boy rush, then turned to Delaney smiling,


"I think that huff was directed at us," He said with humour.

 

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Delaney smiled ruefully, watching the boy's receding back as he walked away from the two. "So it seems, huh?"


There were drawbacks to everything. Delaney firmly believed this. Of course, her popularity was no exception to this belief. Over the course of her time in the limelight, she faced more adversity than one might think with just a glance. She'd found that admiration and jealousy were really only two sides of the same coin.


What was worse: her friends always seemed to get dragged into the mix. Out of all the hatred sent in her direction, at least half of it hit the person standing next to her. Delaney had always admired Jasmine for sticking by her side through thick and thin, even if the girl did come off as superficial sometimes. But more often than not, she could never understand why that girl chose to be her friend. Did she see something in Delaney that outweighed the cons of their friendship?


No, that wasn't right. The question that so often swirled through Delaney's mind, making a mess of things, was not that.


Without the company, without the looks, would I really have anyone to call a friend?





"Best not to think into it all that much, I suppose. We should hurry, or we'll be late." Delaney offered a more believable smile, refocusing her attention. She walked quickly through the halls, striking up random conversation with Sam. It was just small talk; they talked about the first day she had missed, the new teachers this year, and other school-related topics. Never did it become about herself or what she did outside school. Soon enough, they'd reached her classroom. They were only a few minutes late...


With a quick goodbye, she slipped inside. She rapidly formulated her excuse, fine tuning it as she chalked up the teacher.


((We'll do a time skip to lunch soon.))

 

[UniLad246]

((Skip ahead whenever))

 

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*Time skip*


If there was one skill that Delaney could put above all others, it was that she had the ability to control the atmosphere around her. This meant complete control over her facial expressions and body language, which she then uses to manipulate the perceptions of those nearby and change their attitudes towards her. Her attitude of choice was happy and amiable; it not only made her life easier, but it didn't take away for others either. Nine times out of ten, this would be the attitude she'd bestow upon others.


It was that tenth time that she always faltered.


"You got lunch detention?" Jasmine gasped, and then there was silence in the hallway. The gossiper glanced around warily at the onlookers she had attracted. When her gaze settled once more on her best friend, it now held not only bewilderment, but guilt. "Sorry," she started again, an octave lower now, "but how on Earth could this be happening?"


Delaney only looked up in what seemed to be annoyance. The slightest of frowns crowned her face. The corners of her mouth were turned down the tiniest fraction of a degree, and yet everything about her seemed to change. She was as beautiful as ever - maybe even more so - but the air around her was no longer warm and inviting. The hall seemed so still, even if it was lunch-rush hour. If was almost like everything was frozen in the ice spreading from this one girl.


Her only other response to this was to huff, and turn away from her friend. "Yeah," she admitted quietly. Then her posture relaxed and her lips drew back into a smile. Life was restored to the hallway, but something was still off. "Mrs. Wador and I just had a small misunderstanding. It's no big deal, so just go on ahead without me, Jazz. I can't be late for detention, now can I?"


As usual, her laugh was a breeze, soft and lilting, but a few degrees colder. When she smiled again, it didn't reach her eyes. She walked towards the classroom where lunch detention was always held before her friend could comment.


And then she was alone.

 

[UniLad246]

The rest of the morning improved Conner's attitude immensely. His teaching assistant hour was always great because he was basically tutoring a class for of seniors. Then he had Creative Writting where he got to work on his FanFic followed by Latin. He was a third year Latin student and took it very seriously.


By the time lunch roles around he'd almost forgotten about his problems with Delaney and Sam. Almost, until his friend Jay brought it up in the lunch line. "Hey dude, did you see Delaney Samuels today? I am so glad she's back this year. She looks even more bangin' than last year! Phew. What I would do to be with her."


Conner slammed his silverware down nut quickly gained his composure. "Ya well, she's probably not as great when you get close to her." Who was he kidding. He knew she was. She didn't seem to have any enemies. And she was being nice to Sam this morning and he was barely a step above burn out. "Let's just talk about something else Jay. How's your Heroes and Demons deck looking?"

 

[SusieLivesHere]

Sam's day hadn't gotten off the to best start. He was late to his first lesson, but he managed to wriggle out of being marked as such. He wondered how long he could keep that up before the teacher's got tired of it. But his lessons had been a blur because he had talked to Delaney all the way to her first lesson. The simple conversation was ringing around his head. He felt so lame not being able to forget her long enough to even concentrate on his doodles under the desk.


Even in art class when he was listening to music and mixing his paint, and you know "in the zone" her face was still lodged in his mind.


Sam strolled towards the detention room when he noticed the dark haired boy who had rushed past him earlier. He was sitting down with his mates. Sam had the sudden urge to flick the boy on the ear, for huffing at him. And Sam was the kinda boy who listened to his impulses. He casually walked behind the boys back as if to go past him and went to flick his right ear. He carried on walking faster but turned to face Connor. Walking backwards he grinned at him, challenging him to be angry with him.


((I'm sorry, I feel like a real life bully :'( I can make him be nice?))

 

[UniLad246]

Conner didn't know who had flicked him in the ear. He couldn't even think of anybody who'd want to flick his ear. He turned around and saw Sam, walking backwards and grinning right at him. He stood up fast, his lunch tray still in hand. But from there he was lost. Conner's had never been in a fight or even thrown a punch. He slowly sat back down but kept eye contact with Sam.


After a few seconds he turned away. Jay's jaw was dropped and his other few friends sitting near by had stopped playing their game. "Did he really just do that man? I can't believe he just did that!"


Conner just shook his head. "I'm fine dude. I fine." Though he wasn't sure if he was. It looked like he'd gotten himself into something serious.

 

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Nutter updated A Square of Unrequited Love with a new update entry:


Class Schedule

So this is the basic bell schedule. Everyone in this rp will have second lunch, meaning that there are four fifty-seven minute periods before lunch and three afterwards. Lunch is thirty minutes long, and while students are allowed into town, most stay on-campus because it is short. Five minutes in between classes allow students to get from point A to point B. There are six periods each day, but students have a total of eight classes due to a rotating schedule....

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Sam, who had not been facing forward while walking, collided with Delaney, who was just to preoccupied by this whole detention ordeal to pay attention to where she was walking. The girl stumbled, tripping over his foot and just barely catching herself before landing on her bum. She huffed, a frown paired with a small crease between her two perfectly shaped eyebrows only slightly marring her pretty features. Just her luck, really. The two of them were but four measly steps away from the detention room, and this happens. How embarrassing.





Delaney steadied her stance and looked up. Surprisingly, her gaze caught on a boy's figure that was not Sam's, but Connor's. The slight hunch to his shoulders and the tenseness of his movements, however small, suggested that he was angry but also helpless. The master situation reader could only assume that Sam, who had seemed rather smug before bumping into her, was the cause of this sudden emotion. It was probably for the small noise he'd made in their direction previously that morning, considering the two boys did not look like they hung out in the same social circles and probably rarely saw each other outside of homeroom. Delaney couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. One way or another, it was probably her that caused all of this. Pursing her lips, her gaze slid onto Sam. "You shouldn't do things like that, you know, and I'm not talking about knocking over unsuspecting girls."

 

[SusieLivesHere]

Sam was thrown off balance by bumping into someone behind him. He took a couple of unbalanced steps but managed to stay upright. He turned on the person ready to be furious with who ever it was, that was until he saw Delaney Samuals sprawled on the floor. He grinned and held his hand out to help Delaney up.


"Sorry I'm not so well behaved like yourself," he paused with mock shock on his face, "or, are you on your way to detention as well?" He started to shake his head smiling at her "tsk tsk tsk. Delaney Samuals, in Detention." His tone was sarcastic, aiming to annoy. He was trying to push Delaney's buttons.


He switched from teasing to playful, and said, somewhat overzealous, "Not just in detention, but in detention with me!?" He raised his eyebrows and placed his hands on in own chest while he said this. Lowering them he continued "Ah, I should be so lucky to be able to share detention with the prettiest girl in school, right?"


While it was true, in Sam's eyes at least, that Delaney was the prettiest girl in school, he said it in half seriousness. Playfulness was key to his success with girls. They generally liked the easy going banter littered with compliments. It was the kind of line that he knew would make some girls giggle and give him their numbers. Looking at Delaney he thought to himself, serious this time, I really should be so lucky.


It occurred to him that Conner would be only too glad to see him scolded by Delaney, so Sam turned to send a wink in Connor's direction. Just for a kick.

 

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The urge to roll her eyes tempted Delaney, but she knew better than to play into his hands like that. She graciously accepted his offered hand with an almost timid seeming smile. If Delaney had a hair out of place or if her appearance was rumpled in any way, it wasn't at all noticeable. That girl's confidence was almost always pouring out. Jasmine had once said that it was like she had an endless amount, to which she replied with a saccharine smile.


The truth was, she'd long run out of self confidence. She was just scraping up the remnants at this point.


"Detention, was it?" Delaney inquired. Using the hand she still held in her own, she gently tugged Sam the last few steps into the classroom. A few other students were lazing about in desks already, while a bored teacher was doing some online shopping. Of course, eyes came up when she entered, but she didn't think much of it. It was the same as always. She dropped Sam's hand and made her way to the teacher's desk. "Sorry we're late, Ms. Friggins. We had an accident."


"So I saw," the demure lady responded, eyeing the two. Delaney kept her smile going, blushing for effect. The woman sighed with what could have been seen as something akin to submission. "Just take a seat and stay quiet."


Nodding, Delaney sat down at a desk in the middle of the classroom, whereas most tended to stay on the edges. She looked to Sam, then slid her gaze pointedly to the empty seat beside her, and then back again. Her question was obvious. "Well?"

 

[SusieLivesHere]

Delaney's hand lingered over Sam's. His heart raced as she walked him into the classroom. But he kept his composure. He grinned and started to find it amusing. Was she trying to fluster him? She hadn't reacted at all to what he had said, but he thought he saw a glimmer of insecurity in her eyes. Other wise she was cool and collected. Even though she'd just come off the floor. He was reading too much into it.


He watched how she handled the teacher. Smiling, sweet, butter-wouldn't-melt. That tactic would never work for him. He got by charming and sweet-talking, it didn't always work. Which made him wonder. How did she, oh so beloved of the whole faculty, get detention?


Sam smiled cheekily at the teacher. Ms Friggin's was a sucker for the attractive charismatic boys. Sam liked to think he was part of that group. She looked pointedly at Sam over her glasses, but she saw the smile tickling her lips.


Sam saw Delaney's offer and sucked the air through his teeth before taking the seat next to Delaney. He dropped his bag lazily on the floor and dug up his sketchbook. He got a pointed look from Ms Friggin's. He mouthed 'art homework' and shrugged as if he was asking her permission. She nodded and got back to her laptop. Obviously, Ebay was more important.


He took some of the loose leaf paper in his sketchbook and wrote So how come the most loved heiress in the entire school gets detention? Not being naughty were we?? He hoped to get a rise out of Delaney by being openly lewd. He smirked silently to himself and without lifting his eyes slid the paper effortlessly on her desk.


He started to sketch while waiting for her answer. He smoothed out some art nouveau style photos and started planning compositions. He hadn't been lying, he really was doing art homework.

 

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Delaney did have things she needed to get done, whether it be in detention or elsewhere. Business stuff left over from yesterday, all very stifling and boring. So when Sam calmly slipped a note onto her desk, she welcomed the distraction. Reading it to herself, she kept on a straight face. It wasn't difficult to guess that he'd say something to try and get under her skin again, like he'd done in the hall just now. he really was a bit of a player, wasn't he? She glanced up at him before quickly penning down her reply.

You'd like to know, huh? Mrs. Wador and I just don't seem to be getting along, is all.

She casually dropped the paper back onto his desk, taking note that he was indeed doing some form of art work.