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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 18:41:30 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte piled the rest of his things in his suitcase as the bell tolled at the end of the day. The kids filed out of the classroom, most giving him an evil stare for the massive amount of homework he had assigned them. He waited imaptiently behind the mass trying to force its way out of the door. There was somewhere he had to be: anywhere but in that school.
Finally he made it into the hallway which was swarming with raging teens and their raging hormones. It was tough, but he managed to push his way passed all the drama queens and kings and exit out the main front doors. Mr. Demonte hurried down the steps, wanting to get away from there as soon as possible. He stood at the corner wondering if he wanted to waste his time sticking around waiting for the bus, or to just walk home.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 18:49:30 GMT -5
Alex sighed and shut off the shower in the girl's locker room, then looked around her to see if anyone was looking, and when no one was, she put her hand up to the top of her head, and went all the way down to her toes, all the way using her fire power to heat up her molicules, and drying her off.
Alex pulled her black tank top over her head and pulled on her white mini skirt, then slipped her tan book bag onto her shoulder, and walked out the back door of the school.
She took out her cigarette pack from her bag, along with her lighter, and held it up to her mouth as she lit the cigarette. Alex hadn't been looking where she was going, and suddenly bumped into someone, causing herself to drop her bag and lighter, the cigarette still in her mouth.
"Oh my god I am so sorry, I should've- Mr. Demonte?" Alex said, then her eyes widened for a moment, then she took the cigarette out of her mouth, and hid it behind her back and smiled innocently up at her English teacher.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 19:00:43 GMT -5
Just as Mr. Demonte decided to walk home and turned to leave, someone ran straight into him making him drop his suitcase.
"Oh my god I am so sorry, I should've- Mr. Demonte?" said the tiny black-haired-supposed-to-be-dead girl, Alex. He noticed her hide a cigarette behind her back more than he noticed both of their bags a mess on the ground. His temper started to rise a bit, but her trying to look innocent intrigued him.
He was unsure of what to say when he realized he had no sarcastic response for her. And with no one around to see or hear, he really didn't find the need to be nasty to her. Sticking a hand in his pocket, he pulled out a skinny cigar from a fancy looking metal case. "Do you have a light?" he asked.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 19:11:03 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte looked like he was freaking mad for a minute, and Alex thought he was going to blow. She gulped and watched him look around, then he said something that made her mouth drop.
"Do you have a light?"
Alex shook her head and snapped out of her shock state, then bent down and got her lighter off of the ground where she had dropped it, and stood back up. She looked at the lighter, which had been emptied when it crashed to the ground, which made her cuss under her breath.
Alex turned back to Mr. Demonte, and took a short breath in, then smiled a little. "Well, the lighter doesn't work anymore, but, I have a way. Just.. close your eyes for a second." She said, and then put out her finger, and a flame flickered at the end of the cigar in his hand. Alex let out the breath she'd been holding, and dropped her hand to her side. "Again, im really sorry about bumping into you. I should've been looking where I was going."
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 19:24:18 GMT -5
He noticed the empty lighter as Alex went to pick it up. While she wasn't looking he smirked, thinking about her reaction to his question.
"Well, the lighter doesn't work anymore, but, I have a way. Just.. close your eyes for a second." she said to him with a small smile. Mr. Demonte raised an eyebrow at her. He wasn't sure what the hell she was going to do or if he should even trust her, but he did it anyway.
"Again, I'm really sorry about bumping into you. I should've been looking where I was going." As she spoke it made him open his eyes again. He gestured the cigar towards her as he said, ""Don't let it happen again. And... thanks." The word thanks tasted bitter in his mouth.
He turned away from her staring up at the buildings across the street as he took a long drag of his cigar. As he let out the puff of smoke, Mr. Demonte turned back to her. "You're lucky you caught me in an okay mood." he joked with a flat tone and a straight face. He bent down and picked up her bag and handed it to her, then picked up his own.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 19:35:39 GMT -5
"Don't let it happen again. And... thanks."
Alex smiled at him, then lit a cigarette of her own. She took a drag from it, then took it out of her mouth and breathed for a moment, looking around her, then stuck it back in her mouth.
"You're lucky you caught me in an okay mood."
Alex laughed a little. "Oh, right, I forgot, you're not supposed to be the good guy, my bad." She said, rolling her eyes and taking another drag from the cigarette with a smirk.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 19:45:22 GMT -5
Mr. Demonte, normally completely awkward in any type of social situation, felt oddly secure. It was hard for him to suppress his smile when she said, "Oh, right, I forgot, you're not supposed to be the good guy, my bad."
"Hey now, don't push it," he said to her with a short chuckle, then taking another puff at his cigar. He rocked back on his heels as he breathed out the smoke. "So which way are you headed?" He asked with a nod, implying that he was about to get going but allowing her to tag along if she wanted.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 19:55:08 GMT -5
"So which way are you headed?"
Alex sighed then shrugged. "Nowhere. Can't go to my foster home cause no one's there, they all took off to Brooklyn or somethin." She said, taking the cigarette out of her mouth and tossing it on the ground and stepping on it. A flame still continued to burn in the cigarette, so she flicked her finger and made it go out. "You?"
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 20:07:34 GMT -5
"Nowhere. Can't go to my foster home cause no one's there, they all took off to Brooklyn or somethin." Alex said.
Something seemed to dawn on Mr. Demonte at that moment. He never knew that Alex lived in a foster home, and realized that all the other kids in his class may have tough lives as well. Eh, screw them. he thought bitterly. Alex on the other hand, was someone he might be able to cut some slack now.
"You?"
"I'm just heading home," he said, finishing off his cigar and tossing to the ground. He stepped on it to make it go out. "You can walk with me if you'd like," he added awkwardly, though trying to make himself appear apathetic.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 20:27:02 GMT -5
"I'm just heading home," "You can walk with me if you'd like,"
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Just a couple of periods ago you were threatening to give me double detention, then we bump into each other and smoke, and now you're saying it's ok for me to walk home with you?" She said, then laughed a little. "Mr. D, I think you just may be my favorite teacher."
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 20:34:11 GMT -5
"Just a couple of periods ago you were threatening to give me double detention, then we bump into each other and smoke, and now you're saying it's ok for me to walk home with you?"
"What can I say, a cigar has great calming effects." He said plainly as he started walking down the sidewalk.
"Mr. D, I think you just may be my favorite teacher." she added. He laughed to himself quietly. "Well that's a new one for me. So are you coming or not?" He paused and turned his head to look back at her with his eyebrows raised.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 20:44:55 GMT -5
"Well that's a new one for me. So are you coming or not?"
Alex smiled then walked up next to Mr. Demonte, then started walking with him. She was really starting to like this side of Mr. Demonte, instead of how he was in the classroom. But something was up. She could just feel it.
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 20:55:18 GMT -5
As Alex walked up next to him, Mr. Demonte began to feel very strange. Suddenly he felt very paranoid, yet defensive. It was as if there was something that needed to be done, prevented... killed. Now that he thought of it, he had started to feel a bit strange around the time she lit his cigar. He side glanced over at Alex and something inside his mind leaped at her like an animal. He ran a hand through his hair and let out an uneasy breath. What was wrong with him? Why did he suddenly want to destroy her? He continued to give her cautious glances, his brow remained furrowed in thought.
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Post by Alex Samuels on Jun 4, 2009 21:06:19 GMT -5
Alex looked at Mr. Demonte with a concerned look while they were walking to his house, because he kept looking at her weird, so she was a little worried. I mean, those were looks that Max gave her before he.........
As they walked up to Mr. Demonte's front steps and he unlocked the door, they both walked in, and Alex set her book bag down by the couch. She looked around the place, then smiled a little. "Nice house."
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Post by William Demonte on Jun 4, 2009 21:18:25 GMT -5
The rest of the walk to his house was quiet and tense. It was really hard for Mr. Demonte to understand why he was feeling like that all of a sudden.
When he got to the door and unlocked it, he nodded for her to follow inviting her inside. They had to go up one flight of stairs to get where his apartment was. It was a nice size apartment filled with modern furniture in a deep colored wood. There were a lot of bookshelves and a wine cabinet in the corner. The couch and chairs were black and the walls were a dark forest green. The lighting was low giving it the look of an old library, though it didn't smell like one. It smelled like a fancy men's cologne.
"Nice house." Alex had said once she set down her bag.
"It suits me," he said as he headed into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabed himself a bottle of water. "Care for a drink?" As he turned back to face her, he felt odd having one of his students hanging out in his living room... on top of the strange feelings he just had about her.
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