American History: Mrs. Clemens

Drewe's hopes of shoulder to shoulder bonding with a beautiful lady was destroyed within seconds as the girl across from him nonchalantly scooted her text book across the table. Well, that was anticlimactic... Not missing a beat Drewe replied with a small thank you plastering a fake smile on his lips - though he was deeply disturbed and ashamed at the fact that she didn't want to share with him, claiming she didn't need it. He might have tried working some magic on her if Lori hadn't beat him to.

Opening the book Drewe listened  in on the interaction between Becky (as Lori had called her) and the elegant Lorilynn - who scooted much closer feeling the need to share. The whole situation made the boy's mouth twitch,  What!? This Becky was an evil mastermind! She'd ridded herself of her own dingy book - ditching it with him, and now she got the pleasure of having his lovely lady shoulder rubbing over the same textbook?

As the offer was shot down Drewe waited for his moment to intervene planning to swoop in and steal Lorilynn right from under Becky's nose, seeing as she was occupied with hiding her amusement of her classmates word choices. If the sportish teen couldn't appreciate the exceptional fair haired beauty than Drewe sure would! She could call him whatever she pleased, as long as she was on her back while she did! Snapping the history book closed he leaned forward slightly and -Boink!

"What the...?"Something bouncing off the back of his head had immediately detoured Drewe's (lewd) attention from the girls. Turning back to locate who or what had the nerve to hit him the boy's eyes widened, finding himself face to face with Chuck Wilder. Why was he here? Since when has any of the Wilder's attended Valevay, and why must they start now - here of all classes? The Wilder family certainly wasn't known for being wealthy, and if they had won a lottery the Island would be buzzing about it. Plus this shorty definitely wouldn't have arrived to school dressed like that! No way he got in on his academics, so if he hadn't bought his way in WHY was he sitting there behind him . . . . in this class . . . . with THAT look on him face, waiting for the slightest move so that he could spring up from his seat to clobber the unexpecting blonde.

Where had Drewe gone so terribly wrong to anger a Wilder? After all he had a solid rule not to get involved with anyone associated with that wild pack of brutes. He'd witnessed one of the kids older brother's fights at the Arena, and knew better than to ever cross paths with them. If you mess with one, certainly the rest would be out for blood. As Chuck pointed at little Emma and back to himself it all made sense. Well, it was simpler than he originally thought. Chuck had a fetish for nerds!? She didn't strike Drewe as the type you'd usually see attached to a Wilder's arm, but hell if he cared! If it kept his pretty face in one piece he'd be sure to keep his distance from her. Well at least a chair seat away. Nodding his head Drewe let Chuck know his threat was heard loud and clear. Emma was off limits!


Crossing his arms Drewe sank into his seat -which he'd scooted slightly away from the small girl beside him- mumbling to himself, "Damn, today is a day from hell!"
Someway, somehow this was all Andy's fault!

Lorilynn blinked.

Why of course she spoke like that at home. How else was she supposed to speak? Slang? She thought not! Her father would not tolerate that at home; and Lorilynn knew all too well from experience. Once upon a time ago, she had picked up the word “dude” from Zelda and let us just say that Lorilynn’s father wasn’t too pleased with that one. However, the word “darling” was just second nature, she supposed. Crossing her arms, Lorilynn gave a sly look, about to tease her tomboyish friend about being a bit uncomfortable with the term of endearment she called her by. However, Becky’s face went from a wide grin to a more serious look in under three seconds flat as she slid the text book back onto her desk. This caused Lorilynn’s own sly expression to warp back into a slight look of concern.

“And you’re positive…? Well, I hope you know what you’re doing.” Lorilynn sighed, scooting away from Becky, before mumbling a small “darling” to the end of that comment, with a light giggle.

As she looked up from the table, she had locked eyes with Mr. Prince Charming – however, right now, he was looking a tad bit like Mr. Grim Reaper. A bit shocked, Lorilynn almost asked him what exactly went wrong in the span of 30 seconds, as her focus was on Becky. But Mrs. Clemens looked like she was ready to start class, so the ivory haired teen decided she’d just ask after class was over.

Also, was it just her, or did the space between Emma and Drewe get wider? So wide, that she was now getting a small view of a very content-looking Chuck.