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Post by William Demonte on May 25, 2009 18:09:58 GMT -5
So here he was again in this god foresaken English class waiting for the foolish kids to finish their essays on The Once and Futre King. He leaned back in his comfortable leather chair and stetched his arms behind his head, contemplating the outcomes of their work.
Sure, some of their work could be promising, but it doesn't make these fucking brats any less annoying. Mr. Demonte thought, sighing impatiently as he stared at the clock. He was sure it just ticked backwards.
Soon thoughts of his favorite haunt popped into his mind: the martini bar around the corner from his flat. He loved the how the smoke from cigars floated around through the atmosphere full of sex and money. The little blonde cocktail waitress worked five nights a week, and normally ended back at his apartment six nights a week. He figured her Sundays were either reserved for church or her plastic surgeon.
Mr. Demonte leaned forward again, drumming his fingers on his dark cherry wood desk as he noticed the students beginning to stir. They better be done soon, and get their asses out of here quick. He looked up at the clock again and sighed.
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Post by Lilly Van Allen on May 25, 2009 18:15:51 GMT -5
Lilly sat back in her seat, looking out the window. She was done with her essay or whatever, but decided not to be the first one to bring it up, just because she didnt really like the teacher all the much. She was wearing her usual outfit, black shirt, random tee with a black vest. She didnt care if everyone else was wearing Blazers or somthing. She was never one to dress like someone else.
She rolled her eyes, and since no one else was going up, she got out of her seat, and stalked up to the front of the class, her flat foot knee high black boots making hardly any noise. she set it on his deask, and hovered a moment to see if he had anything to say to her before she left back to her desk.
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Post by William Demonte on May 25, 2009 18:27:52 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte took note of Lilly Van Allen looking tense in her seat. She wasn't writing, so she must have been finished. Sure enough he was right, and watched her prowl her way up to his desk. As much as he hated teenagers, he always tended to check out the girls in the school. If only their skirts were a little shorter. The boots she wore today made up for it though.
He said not a word to her as he picked up her paper and looked it over casually. "A bit short on the length, Miss Allen. Two pages is two pages, not one and a half," he said flatly after a moment, clearly exaggerating.
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Post by Brianna Ackart on May 25, 2009 18:41:14 GMT -5
Brianna was sitting in the front row, which was so unlike her but then again she loved to get on Mr. Demonte's nerves. The guy was hot though his attitude didn't match up to his hottness. Such a shame. But even so, Brianna loved to mess around with him. She would often wish it would lead to more things but she knew the guy would never go for it besides she thought he was more of a blonde man. The Once and Future King Just another thing Brianna didn't read for the class and now she was stuck writing an essay for it. Even though Brianna knew how to bullshit her way out of anything, Mr. Demonte was the type to call her out on it. Curse him! For a good part of the class, Brianna showed the signs that she was thinking long and hard on what the hell to write. She was tapping her high heel Gucci black boots and she had a strand of her straighten black hair wrapped around her finger. She tried to think back on everything she heard in class even though she wasn't paying full attention to it. THough she was lucky to have a friend like Olivia, who did do the homework. She remembers Olivia talking a lot about the sword in the stone and about king Arthur and Merlin. Brianna started to write down everything she knew about that story but mostly forcusing on the forbidden love between Arthur and Guenever. She always had a thing for forbidden love stories.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on May 25, 2009 18:43:41 GMT -5
cal hated that every time she was on time for class it was for the wrong reasons. mr coorlen caught her trying to make a run for it with some senior and sent her to class immeditly. she walked through the door to english and looked over to see written in small john doe handwriting 'the once and future kind essay'.
dammit callie thought trying to think if she did it or not. she loosened her tie for walking over to her desk and bending over to look into her bag. then she saw the paper peeking out of her notebook. bored games of tick tack toe and doodles edged the 3 papers that she got a few freshmen to edit and overlook but she was proud she got it done on her own.
she stood proud as she walked over to mr. demonte and handed in her paper. 'and you thought i wouldn't do it' she said with a stasifed smirk.
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Post by AnnaMaria Damion on May 25, 2009 19:00:49 GMT -5
Anna sat in class day dreaming, it was the only form of dreaming she had left. She missed human sleep. She glanced to the new English teacher, he wasn't bad looking. And at that moment she decided she would become a teacher's pet. She looked back down at her paper, beginning to write again. She had an idea.
Anna raised her hand couragously, "Excuse me Mr. Demonte, I know you said two pages but what if I did three? There was just so much to explain about the book, it was delectable. Would that be exceptable, or would it need discipling?
Wow, that came out of her lips. She would've blushed, but being dead didn't give that and she wasn't that ashamed.
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Post by William Demonte on May 25, 2009 19:03:09 GMT -5
The next person to show their face up at his desk was Callie. When it came to her and school work, she was definitely nothing special. He looked her up and down discretely; she was one of his favorites to look at. That's why he liked to give her such a hard time.
"Come to think of it, I didn't think you would do it at all," he remarked coldly, still impatiently waiting to get out of the class. "But just because you did it, doesn't mean you did it well. We'll see."
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Post by Alex Samuels on May 25, 2009 19:03:43 GMT -5
Alex had been done with her two page essay for awhile now, but she was too busy listening to her music in the back of the class, with her headphones plugged in her ears and her head bobbing to the rythym. She was wearing a really short skirt and black tanktop, with her white uniform's blouse over it, unbuttoned all the way so it was like an over shirt. "It's hot out, so sue me." Alex had told her foster mom when she had asked why she was wearing that. She liked to dress like that, was it a crime? Alex noticed other people getting up to turn in their essays, so she sighed and rolled her eyes, took out her headphones then shoved them in her bookbag along with her mp3 player. Then she made her way to the teacher's desk, whatever his name was, and placed her two papers on his desk. "There. Two pages." Alex said, turning on her heel and turning around, starting to walk back to her seat.
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Post by William Demonte on May 25, 2009 19:12:06 GMT -5
His ears perked up instantly, along with a few other things, when the little brunette AnnaMaria piped up. He looked at her as she asked her question, intrigued yet annoyed that he might have to suffer the class longer.
"Do what you like, Miss Damion, as long as the third page isn't a waste of my time," he said dissmissively. It was then that Alex Samuels made her way up to the desk. Damn her and her small amount of clothing. He said nothing when she dropped off her two pages, annoyed with that she was giving a small attitude and the fact that Thank You was not in his vocabulary.
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Post by AnnaMaria Damion on May 25, 2009 19:16:59 GMT -5
"Well I certainly hope, I don't waste your time. I don't think anyone has ever told my I was a waste of their precious time. I guess you'll just have to find out someday." The tone in her voice was seductive, she gave a smirk as she rose to her feet.
Her dress came to mid thigh, it was skin tight and hot pink - and was cut into a deep v neck. It was spaghetti strapped, but they were hidden by a tight leather jacket. She liked the revealing clothes.
She had to chuckle at her fellow female classmates throwing themselves at him, basicaly. She had some years on them. But would she win? She kind of doubted it, the Callie girl was pretty hot.
She approached his desk, leaning foward quite a bit as she threw the three pages on his desk. "I hope you enjoy yourself Mr. Demonte. She cocked her eyebrow, a smirk on her lips.
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Post by Gabriel Danvers on May 25, 2009 19:17:52 GMT -5
Gabe walked into class late as always. He didn't really bother going to class to hear teachers lecture. He would get the assignments then just do them. He didn't like the bullshit that came with going to class. If he had questions, he could ask the teacher directly. He figured for college he should just do online classes. It would save him some time. He was already prepared when he stepped into the class with two pages typed and printed neatly. He read the book and analyzed it the same week it was assigned. He dropped off the essay on Mr. Demonte's desk and then just turned right back around to leave again. Too bad Mr. Demonte didn't take emails. It could of saved Gabe some time.
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Post by Tristan Tovius on May 25, 2009 19:21:48 GMT -5
Tristan strolled into class a few mintues late, taking a seat next to a random person, who turned out to be Lilly. He sat there, working on his essay like everyone else.
When he was half way done, he looked over to Lilly, and saw that she was done. He shook his head when he saw that she was looking out the window. HE chuckled and continued to work.
His two pages were finally done, and he headed up to the front desk. He saw the teacher cheking out all the girls, and got one of the random funny thoughts in his head. But he would never say somthing like that to a teacher. He put the paper on his desk, and walked back to his deask without a word, but trying not to laugh.
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Post by Brianna Ackart on May 25, 2009 19:25:18 GMT -5
Brianna finished the last sentence at the very end of her second page. She was glad that it was over with and it wasn't too bad. Smugly she got up from her desk and walked up to the front of the class. Gabe was there before her though she didn't even notice him walk it. She didn't get that guy. He was some wierdo that just showed up to turn stuff in. She wondered why he wasn't home schooled. When it was her turn, she smiled sweetly at Mr. Demonte and placed her paper in front of him. She gave him a wink "Have fun with this one" Her grin widden as she turned back around and walked back to her seat. She added more sway to her walk.
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Post by William Demonte on May 25, 2009 19:25:20 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte's breath got caught in his throat for a moment and AnnaMaria stolled up to hand in her paper. He reclined back in his seat slightly, trying to come off as confident and unfazed. His hand gripped the armrest a tad bit more than normal. This girl was a bit different than all the others, more mature... more mysterious.
"My time is pretty precious," he said casually. He bit the inside of his cheek nervously, trying to keep himself from jumping this sex pot as she bent towards him giving a nice view of cleavage. For the first time in a long time, he had no sarcastic response. He just nodded while thinking, I'd enjoy myself much more if you were naked.
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Post by Alex Samuels on May 25, 2009 19:30:24 GMT -5
Alex went back to her seat, then picked up her book-bag and got back up from her seat again, and headed toward the door to the class. "Peace." Was all she said to the teacher before walking out into the hall and skipping down to her locker. Skipping class had actually become a regular with her, so, she didn't get much of a thrill from it anymore.
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