History Class: Ms. Kaufman

His dark brows shot up in surprise at hearing Mimi admit that she wasn't allowed in the kitchen and he got the feeling that if she ever cooked for him that it would probably be bad. Nevertheless, he'd try it to spare her feelings at least. The sighing of his fangirls went relatively unnoticed by him as he was so used to hearing it all the time, but he didn't miss a few students looking put off by it. Oh well, can't please everyone... Not that he wanted to.

A Hispanic girl's voice caught his attention and he looked towards her, recognizing her as someone he'd gone to school with for quite some time. She'd never really spoken to him before, so he'd never bothered associating with her either. She seemed all right, particularly if she liked sports. "Well I mostly do acrobatics, gymnastics, swimming, basketball, some martial arts and street hockey, but sometimes I play lacrosse and soccer. Why?"

Most of the sports didn't really speak to Lupe at all. She wasn't too flexible, so acrobatics and gymnastics were out of the question. Even though she could swim, she was no Micheal Phelps. Basketball was stupid and she'd never even thought of martial arts of hockey. Though martial arts did sound pretty cool to learn. Her lips slowly formed into a pout each time Fred mentioned some sport she didn't care about, until he mentioned soccer. Slamming her fists on the desk, she asked, "Ju any good at it? Fútbol, I mean. I don see ju on no teams."

Fred flinched in surprise as she suddenly slammed her fists on the desk. He certainly hadn't been expecting that from the girl, but he nodded anyway. "Yeah, I play in Samo all the time with my brothers and some of our friends." He said cautiously, as if he was slightly worried she might jump at him, "I never really bothered to try out for any teams..."

His attention was again on Mimi as she asked him another question. She seemed like a really nice girl to him, but he caught a few of his admirers shooting glares in her direction and felt a little guilty. The question was innocent enough but it felt like a weight in the pit of his stomach. "I um... I use a generic brand." Fred admitted, slightly uncomfortable.

Well, it's no wonder Lupe never saw him play, she only played with her family and Becky outside of Samo mostly. Her brows furrowed as she was about to ask him another question, but Ms. Kaufman beat her to it.

"Okay okay, enough questions! Since you like talking so much right now, how about you introduce yourself." Katrina said, taping her foot.

"Me?" Lupe asked, pointing to herself. Ms. Kaufman only nodded. "Kay. My names Lupe. I was born in Puerto Rico and... Das... about it." She shrugged. To be honest, Lupe didn't see herself as interesting and she hoped people saw that as well. She didn't feel like having to answer a trillion questions.

Lupe's eyes widened as the girl with the pretty blue eyes spoke in Spanish. Now that was something she least expected. Breaking into a grin, she laughed. "Jajajajaja! Eh, desde yo era una niña." She was about to ask where on Earth did that girl pick up Spanish, but it seems like someone beat her to it. It was the pink haired girl, but instead of a question, she had a comment, which left Lupe with a small blush. "Eh? Uh.. Graci- oh, thanks, I guess." She mumbled, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. She never received compliments on the regular, so she had no idea what to do when she actually got one. At least she'd remembered to say "Thank you".

Nodding excitedly, Lupe said, "No me importa! Solo prepárate para seguir el ritmo de mi!" If Lupe could train her right, maybe she'd want to try out for fútbol. Then, Becky would have to deal with Lupe and her prodigy! Hahaha! I'd have bragging rights for weeks!

"Mkay, I have no idea what you kids are talking about, but it just better not be about me. Unless they're compliments!" Kaufman joked. "...And no one finds my jokes funny. You could at least pretend to laugh, damn it!" She cried. "Anyway, you, kid who came in late! Introduction, please!" Kaufman demanded, eyeing the red head.

Everett listened quietly as Fred listed off all the sports he played. Well, wasn’t he just nice and dandy. He seemed perfect, but Everett knew there was no such thing. There were flaws somewhere in this guy’s perfect exterior. No one could be loved and talented without having a few skeletons in the closest. His eyes returned to the pretty Hispanic girl, and was amused to find her excitedly pounding against the desk. She obviously liked at least something the guy had said. But curly head seemed actually startled by her outburst, rather than motivated to speak about it any further. His answers seemed much more forced, and even after Cotton-candy asked another silly question, his replies were slow and rigid.

Before anything else could be asked, the teacher put an end to the interrogation and put the Hispanic girl under the spotlight. Lupe? Interesting, but it had to be a nickname. The girl that sat behind him asked a question in Spanish, and he had no hope of figuring out what she had said. But hearing “football,” or something similar, made him think she was either talking about soccer, or American football. The former seemed more likely, considering Lupe’s excitement earlier.

This continued until once more the teacher had to step in, and said another lame comment that no one decided to react to. Hey, Everett thought they were funny…sort of. Placing his elbow on his desktop, he leaned his cheek on his fist lazily, waiting for the next person to be called on. He was surprised to hear that she’d called him out, and he glanced up at her just to make sure she wasn’t talking about another tardy student. Ms. Kaufman seemed to be staring right at him, so he guessed it was his turn.

Glancing back at the students, he paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. There really wasn’t much to say. “The name’s Everett. Last name isn’t important.” He said simply, “Hmm, well, as far as hobbies go…I like to have fun.” A naughty smirk lifted upon Everett’s lips, leaving the imagination to wander as to what exactly he called “fun.” Old habits die hard, as they always say. It seemed that he was done, but then he perked up slightly, “Oh! And I just moved here from Florida, and I’m currently looking for a tour guide. That spot’s open to anyone.” He grinned, showing all his pearly whites in a friendly, not to mention eager, invitation.

When the tardy student -Everett- answered, an amused grin slid across Fred's face. So that's the kind of guy he was, was it? Not that he could blame him, he wasn't innocent himself. The nickname "Romeo" wasn't just because of his looks after all. The only reasons Fred bothered keeping up a certain appearance were because it benefited him and because he couldn't be bothered to deal with nagging. Friends were nice, admirers were all right, but if he had to be flanked all the time by obsessive people, then they could pull their own weight - and his, if necessary. Fred immediately dismissed the thought of offering to show him around, not being one to give dudes a tour. The guy obviously wanted alone time with one of the pretty girls in class, a feeling he himself would have had. Everett might have been a kindred spirit or he might not. Either way, he was definitely one to watch...he'd probably be rather entertaining.

Folding her arms, Lupe stared at Everett for a while, before asking "Ju like to have fun? Wha kinda fun?" Did he burn down buildings just for the hell of it? Or maybe he liked to play board games? Or what if he was implying some sort of sexual innuendo. Like Kaufman would let us talk about that in her class anyway. Lupe wouldn't have minded taking him on a tour, she just wanted to know a little more about him before she did. You never know. He was probably insane for all she knew. Better to be safe than sorry. Well, there was that, and if the kid had money on him, he'd better be buying her lunch. I can't give tours on an empty stomach, She smirked.

Hearing a rougher, yet most definitely female voice speak up beside him, he turned slightly to face her. Her comment encouraged his mischievous side, and the corner of his lips turned up into a playful smirk. Leaning more onto her desk, he louder his voice slightly, “Well, I’m sure we could work something out.”

Lupe spoke up in a questioning voice, and Everett’s amused gaze fell on her. Should he really put it into words? His eyes shifted towards Ms. Kaufman before flicking back to Lupe, “Hmm,” he paused, as if he was thinking about how to word it, he’s eyes wondering slightly before falling back to meet her gaze, “let’s just say you’ll have to be willing to find out for yourself.” He winked, emphasizing the flirty undertone to his words. She was just going to have to take the leap if she wanted to get answers to her question. Everett found it slightly entertaining, to see the reactions of his new classmates. He could already see a few other girls whispering. And by the looks he received, he was sure that not all had something good to say. The reason unknown to the class, his smirk deepened slightly, but he said nothing more. He knew now that they had assumed that he was insinuating something crude in his words. Maybe he was, but that was up to them to decide. After all, it wasn’t the first time that fellow classmates would think that of him. It wasn’t like they were completely wrong either.

Her eyebrows rose as Everett seemed to be... Flirting with her? Even though Lupe could feel the heat slowly rising to her cheeks, she couldn't help but glare at him. Great. Now there were two of them in one class. That meant even more fan girls. Ju have got to be shitting me. Lupe groaned inwardly as she face palmed mentally. She figured maybe she'd just sleep for the rest of class, but Ms. Kaufman's booming voice indirectly told her otherwise.

"Hahaha, you kids..." Katrina chuckled, giving the class her signature Cheshire Cat grin. "Alrighty then, movin on! You! Purple-haired child! Speak now or forever hold your peace!"

"I thought you said you've never said no to anything in your life?" Fred teased good-naturedly in response to her comment 'no this is not my natural hair color'. No wonder she had been so interested when he'd mentioned gymnastics and acrobatics. "And in response to your earlier question, I'm not the greatest gymnast or acrobat. I do it for balance and fitness, not professionally. Do you excel in those fields? If so, do you do it professionally?"

Startled by the sudden mention of her name, Lupe turned her attention to Eyree, a bit surprised she was volunteering her to be tour guide. "Eh, sí, claro supongo. Depende de lo que todos les gusta hacer para divertirse." The brunette shrugged. Though, if Everett's "fun" was what she thought it was, she certainly wouldn't be showing him around. But it seems Eyree didn't mind his flirting. She even flirted back.

Listening to Eyree's introduction, a small smile tugged at Lupe's lips. "Ju travel? ¿Qué lugares has estado? ¿Puedes hablar un poco de algo para mí que no sea otro español?" The only languages Lupe had ever heard in her life were Spanish and English, so hearing something else would be quite intriguing.