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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 4:31:40 GMT -5
September 26th - Friday
Class went well. Easy, as usual. No partner assignments. Just lecture, with small hands on activity. Nothing too special. The essays were turned in. No, Professor Suzuki didn't do anything more than skim them. But the reaction to the one finished by Olivia and Aldrick, himself, was a good one.
Which is why he waited by the door when class ended, leaning against the wall. His hand unconsciously played with one of the pale blonde dreads as he tapped his foot against the wall. Waiting for her to walk out.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 4:46:30 GMT -5
Class did go well, Olivia actually enjoyed it a little and no, she did not sit by Aldrick. She sat in her usual spot to listen to the new lecture on antidotes to those poisonous plants they just learned about. Turned out her and Aldrick knew what they were talking about. The giggle girls were a bit of an irritant but it didn't last too long. What? How could she have possibly had something to do with little miss blonde getting bit by the plant sitting in front of her that didn't actually like the taste of people?
Ahem.
Anyways.
The power driven brunette definately noticed the pleased look on Professor Suzuki's face when she turned in the essay. How could she not? She didn't think she was going to have to answer to an arrogant German about it however. Grabbing her bag, Olivia took her time putting her things away. No, she wasn't dreading walking past him, she just always made sure her bag was organized.
Okay.
Slinging it over her shoulder, still much too heavy, she headed for the door. And finally saw him.
"Yes, can I help you?"
She stopped in front of him, shifting her weight to one leg. Today? Skirting it again.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 4:52:22 GMT -5
He could have written a novel in the time it took her to finally make it his way. Not that he minded. He was willing to wait just so he could throw on his smirk for her. It looked good. And he knew she knew it.
"So we didn't fail."
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 4:54:11 GMT -5
She knew no- Yeah, she knew. What? She gave credit where credit was due.
She rolled her eyes, hand on her jutted hip.
"No, we didn't. No thanks to your 'und's."
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 4:55:41 GMT -5
He shrugged, brushing the comment off.
"There was no need to worry."
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 4:56:21 GMT -5
She quirked that same eyebrow.
"Who was worried?"
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 4:57:46 GMT -5
"Fine. Distrust. There was no need for distrust."
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 5:02:52 GMT -5
"I'm sure."
She brushed her hair over her shoulder, dark eyes peering up at him through her long lashes.
"So, is this goodbye then?"
Condescending? Not at all. She was simply talking down to him in a very flirtatious manner.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 5:05:02 GMT -5
"You should be."
He pushed some hair over his shoulder, standing straight again. Pushed away from the wall.
"Goodbye? I should hardly think so. I believe we need to celebrate our good grade."
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 5:06:08 GMT -5
Her eyes widened just a bit, intrigued and a little surprised.
"Oh? We do?"
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 5:12:33 GMT -5
"Yes. We do. It's only customary."
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 5:15:13 GMT -5
She chuckled, moving up a little closer, fiddling with a bit of his hair. If she was up against him at all it really wasn't her fault.
"And how might we do that?"
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 5:17:03 GMT -5
It was entirely her fault. Not that he was complaining. It felt good when people played with his hair, so it made everything better.
"Well I think I may have something to drink at my dorm. Maybe."
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 5:18:22 GMT -5
Her eyebrow began it's climb.
"Maybe?"
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 5:19:02 GMT -5
"If my dormmate hasn't gone through my things, then not maybe."
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