You look like a bunch of retards trying to hump a doorknob out there.

"You wanna see that new action movie?"

"That'd be cool," he agreed, a little smile breaking through his uncomfortable exterior.

Samantha smiled softly. "Okay. When?"

"This weekend?" He grinned brightly, hopefully.

"Okay. Should I meet you there or..." she asked, tilting her head.

"I can pick you up," he answered suddenly, digging paper out of his pocket as well as a pen. "Here, just write your address down."

"O-Okay," she giggled, writing down her address.

He smiled excitedly, having given up on fake composure. "Cool. Pick you up at six, maybe, on Friday?"

"Okay. I need to babysit Shiloh though..." she murmured softly.
"Don't worry about it. I've got it covered," Lucy interjected with a smile.
Samantha grinned, ecstatic. "Okay!"

He grinned as well, tapping his foot absently. "Okay. I'll see you then!"

"Okay. Maybe we should... um... exchange numbers or something in case there's a change of plans?"

"Sure!" he exclaimed, before throat. "Er. Sure. 555-5555."

"Well, that's easy to remember," she giggled, writing down her phone number on the same page as her address.

He laughed, shrugging a pocketing her information. "Cool."

"So I'll see you then?" she asked with a light blush.

He smiled. "You certainly will."

"Okay." She smiled softly, but then grinned and stood. "I'll see you later!" she called over her shoulder while walking away.

"Bye," he called softly, watching her go dreamily.

Lucy grinned, ruffling his hair. "Love at first sight, huh?" she asked softly.

He looked up at her, chuckling a little and looking away. "Guess so. Was it like that with your husband?"

"Yep. Exactly. Except we were considerably more illegal than that."

He shrugged, eyes dropping to the table. "I like illegal."

"Yeah, well. It was mainly illegal because I was going 110 down the highway, he's eight years older than me, he's a cop, and we hardly exchanged ten words before having sex." Lucy grinned a little.

He laughed, shrugging. "Guess we'll see how many words we get out."

She laughed lightly. "Be safe now. I don't want little Sammybear ending up like me."

He laughed, shaking his head. "We will be."



Shiloh ran her fingers though her curled, black hair as she stood outside the school, waiting for the bus. She yawned, leaning against the wall and closing her quietly green eyes.

"I can't believe I got a fuckin' F in Mr. Shade's class," a girl complained loudly as she approached, wearing several pounds of jewelry and makeup, her dark hair unusually fluffy and her body unusually thin.

Shiloh looked up at this and smirked a little. "Well, you could always give him a blowjob. I heard Marissa Carmichael did that and she passed."

"Um. Marissa Carmichael is the grossest being on two feet?" She stuck her tongue out in disgust.

"Exactly. So if Marissa Carmichael can give Shade a blowjob and still pass then your cute little self definitely can." Shiloh grinned and nudged her lightly.

She grinned, considering this and tapping her chin. "Hm... This might become a personal goal of mine."

"Giving your teachers blowjobs!?"

"No, just him." She grinned, mulling this over.

"Ewww, that's nasty. You have no moral code, do you?" she asked with a light laugh, leaning back against the wall again.

She grinned, shrugging. "I enjoy the taste of men."

"Oh, ewww, Averi. That's just nasty," she laughed, but then shook her head. "Not like I'm not the same way, I guess." The bus rolled up, however, and she stepped up to it, grinning back at Averi.

Averi grinned, waving her goodbye. "I'll see you later, chica! I'm gonna stop by after my bro's party, which you're still invited to, and stuff!"

"I'll be there! And I'll dress hot so your brother CAN'T resist!" she cackled, stepping onto the bus.

She laughed, waving. "Seeya, then!"
"Mr. Shaaade!" Averi called as she knocked loudly on the door, before simply opening it. "Mr. Shade? Don't be shy!"

Mr. Shade was seated at his desk, but then smirked, looking up at her entrance. "What do you want?" he teased, shutting his grade book and standing. Casually disheveled brown hair framed his truly angelic face, glasses reflecting the fluorescent lights above.

She grinned, going to him and setting her things down, sitting on his desk with her legs crossed. "To talk about grades."

"Well, that certainly does deserve some talking," he replied, stepping past her smoothly and packing up his belongings into a briefcase. "Unfortunately, I have a meeting to go to, so I'll have to talk to you tomorrow."

She frowned, watching him from her dark circles of eyeliner. "I really need to talk to you, though, since this weekend is... happening, and such. Is this meeting gonna be long? I can wait."

He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Give it up, Averi. We'll talk Monday. Try actually READING the book for starters."

Her frown deepened and she rested her hands on her knees, sitting up straighter and stretching her back. "I read the book. I do. I just don't... absorb it."

"So read it again. Look at the sparknotes. You need to actually try, Miss Elder." He headed for the door, turning off the lights. "Coooome on."

She watched him through the darkness, and then stood, sluggishly picking up her belongings and smoothing down her short, short skirt. "Are you giving out extra credit for extra special students?" she asked after a bit, looking up at him. "Since I can't absorb the reading..."

He smirked, rolling his eyes. "Nice try, but no. Come on."

Averi frowned again, standing and following him slowly. "I can't do anything? Anything at all? Anythiiiing?"

"'Fraid not, dear. Let's move it." He held the door open for her, raising a brow.

She stepped through, sullen. "Not even kind of a point? I only have a 58, and I was absent during test corrections last time."

"And you were more than able to make those up, but you never did." He shut the door behind her, locking it and starting down the hall.

"You just hate me," she complained, following still. "And I could do so much for you!"

"I don't hate you," he laughed. "I just know that you could do better than what you're doing. What's so bad about that?"

"You don't want to help me," she complained, like a child.

Mr. Shade rolled his eyes, ruffling her hair. "Pipe down, Averi. Stop being a spoiled brat and get some work done. Then you will pull up your grade."

"But you won't help me get it done." Averi smoothed her hair, grinning lightly. "Just tell me what I should do to bring up my grade without wasting my whole spring break, please, Mr. Shade."

"How about you don't waste it and actually do your work? Then your break isn't wasted." He grinned a little, stepping out the door and pulling out his car keys. "Look, just spend two hours a day doing the report. Two very productive hours. Then, by Wednesday, I promise you'll have it done."

She considered this, chewing her dark lip. "Can you help me focus or something? Or... I dunno, I just have this creeping suspicion that I'm gonna do stuff during those two hours that doesn't count or something."

"Trust me, you'll do fine. Just try, Averi. I promise it'll be okay." He unlocked his car, glancing back at her. "Need a ride home?"

Averi smiled, nodding and clutching her books. "That'd be pretty damn awesome."

"Alright. Where do you live?" he asked, climbing into the front seat and starting the engine.

She raised her eyebrows. "Somewhere around 3rd street or something. I can get you there with my words."

Mr. Shade smirked and rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright." He backed out of the parking lot, turning onto the road. "Which way?"

"Left, I think." She looked around. "Wait, no! Right! Sorry."

He rolled his eyes but then turned right, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. "Do you mind?"

"Nah, my brother smokes." She crossed her legs, yawning a little.

"It's a terrible habit, you know." Mr. Shade grinned, inhaling and rolling down the window to exhale in smoke.

She grinned, looking up at him. "Then why do you do it? Lack of anything else to put in your mouth?"

"Hahaha. No, I have lots of things I can put in my mouth. At this point, it's more of a nicotine addiction."

"Mm, that's no fun," she replied simply. "Do your lungs hate you?"