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Woah, Wow and Wowza...(Intro to artist/sex fiend)
Back in the class with stary boy...
Look over. Yep, still and always staring.
'At least I have something to occupy my time now.' Ha. Alright must concentrate on making...pinchpots?!!?
Arg. 'My artistic skills are wasted...'Face beginning to screw up into an untimely facial expression, 'Wait do I even have any artistic skills?' Face relaxes, head slowly cocks to the side. Great now I'm a puppy dog.
"Um Excuse me." Oh. Deep, manly voice, must go change my panties now.
I turn around to spy the Greek God voice and become slightly disappointed and slightly giddy at the sight.
A very skinny, pale boy, about my age looks down at me, intelligently. Inky, dark, black hair hangs to his shoulders and around his face. Three piercing adorn his gorgeous full lips...
Dear gods have I died and gone to heaven? Wait why is he staring at me like I'm nuts? Is he going to be another one of those stary boys, great. Oh, he said something to me didn't he? What was it? What WAS it?
Oh, yes.
"Oh! Um. Sorry." Wow all that meltyness for a simple three words. I scoot my chair back allowing him walking room. Turning back to my...pinchpots, I scanned the paper, allowing hottie boy to staunter up to the frazzled teacher.
Lifting my head I see stary boy not staring at me but at the newcomer.
'Odd. I have always believed Artists to be accomidating?'
My eyes drift over to the God that has just made my art class all that better.
'I bet he's VERY accomidating.' A little voice stated. WHAT? Where the FUCK did that come from? Well he does look like an Artist...Okay! Back to the pinchpots.
Oooo. He's talking to the teacher, She's searching around for an open seat.
Okay. Jedi Mind Control to full power...'You will come and sit over here so I can lick you head to toe...' Ignore that last bit please...
Alas, He is!!!
Don't I make a wonderful Jedi? I could be the next...Something...I actually haven't really watched Star Wars...
Anyways...
Alright... Now for the name. I need the name! Hum..
The teacher has put us up for the task of making name plates, good because she keeps calling me Bridget...Do I look like a Bridget to you? No. Alright well maybe from Bridget Jones' Diary because of the blonde hair but still....
Glance..
Glance..
Glance..
Ah! I see a D!
A few minutes pass. Look up to see Stary boy looking at D with a sense of evilness. Odd... Onword ho!
Dex...
Dex...
Confused!
Oh. Wait. Ha there should be more to that name... I wonder if I scoot my chair closer he'll notice.
Squeak.
Dex looks up..
Yep he noticed. Well maybe not, I do come off as a bit of a spaz..
Ah! The name plate advancement.
Dexter
Dexter
DEXTER? How could someone as yummy as him have the name Dexter? That name has to be on the reserves for nerds... He is definetly not nerdy.
Ring. Great more Fucking Bells. I glare up at the ceiling, cementing my status as class lunatic as Dexter looks at me oddly again, HA! He did the head cocking thing too!
Look over. Yep, still and always staring.
'At least I have something to occupy my time now.' Ha. Alright must concentrate on making...pinchpots?!!?
Arg. 'My artistic skills are wasted...'Face beginning to screw up into an untimely facial expression, 'Wait do I even have any artistic skills?' Face relaxes, head slowly cocks to the side. Great now I'm a puppy dog.
"Um Excuse me." Oh. Deep, manly voice, must go change my panties now.
I turn around to spy the Greek God voice and become slightly disappointed and slightly giddy at the sight.
A very skinny, pale boy, about my age looks down at me, intelligently. Inky, dark, black hair hangs to his shoulders and around his face. Three piercing adorn his gorgeous full lips...
Dear gods have I died and gone to heaven? Wait why is he staring at me like I'm nuts? Is he going to be another one of those stary boys, great. Oh, he said something to me didn't he? What was it? What WAS it?
Oh, yes.
"Oh! Um. Sorry." Wow all that meltyness for a simple three words. I scoot my chair back allowing him walking room. Turning back to my...pinchpots, I scanned the paper, allowing hottie boy to staunter up to the frazzled teacher.
Lifting my head I see stary boy not staring at me but at the newcomer.
'Odd. I have always believed Artists to be accomidating?'
My eyes drift over to the God that has just made my art class all that better.
'I bet he's VERY accomidating.' A little voice stated. WHAT? Where the FUCK did that come from? Well he does look like an Artist...Okay! Back to the pinchpots.
Oooo. He's talking to the teacher, She's searching around for an open seat.
Okay. Jedi Mind Control to full power...'You will come and sit over here so I can lick you head to toe...' Ignore that last bit please...
Alas, He is!!!
Don't I make a wonderful Jedi? I could be the next...Something...I actually haven't really watched Star Wars...
Anyways...
Alright... Now for the name. I need the name! Hum..
The teacher has put us up for the task of making name plates, good because she keeps calling me Bridget...Do I look like a Bridget to you? No. Alright well maybe from Bridget Jones' Diary because of the blonde hair but still....
Glance..
Glance..
Glance..
Ah! I see a D!
A few minutes pass. Look up to see Stary boy looking at D with a sense of evilness. Odd... Onword ho!
Dex...
Dex...
Confused!
Oh. Wait. Ha there should be more to that name... I wonder if I scoot my chair closer he'll notice.
Squeak.
Dex looks up..
Yep he noticed. Well maybe not, I do come off as a bit of a spaz..
Ah! The name plate advancement.
Dexter
Dexter
DEXTER? How could someone as yummy as him have the name Dexter? That name has to be on the reserves for nerds... He is definetly not nerdy.
Ring. Great more Fucking Bells. I glare up at the ceiling, cementing my status as class lunatic as Dexter looks at me oddly again, HA! He did the head cocking thing too!