some motherf---ing miracles

Thread Topic: some motherf---ing miracles

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  Selena112 Expert

  7 years ago
  Replace:
  He didn't really think he'd won against her, exactly, but rather against the potential of going back to class and admitting defeat. He didn't want his teacher not to trust him, or view her in any worse light than she probably already did.
  
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  [quote]He didn't really think he'd won against her, but he'd definitely won in terms of convincing her that the teacher expected her to be there. He didn't lie about things like this often, but this was a unique situation, and it sounded better than I was moderately concerned about you not attending class, don't mind me invading every element of your academic life. At least he didn't have to use magic, that would've been creepy.
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  The Coldest Sun Hot Shot

  7 years ago
  ((As creepy as using magic to make her skirt longer?))
  
  Picking battles had never been Melody's strong suit- she would generally lash out against anyone that caused her the slightest inconvenience or discomfort indiscriminately, but with Kingsley, fighting every time he annoyed her was obviously going to prove exhausting, so she chose to say nothing and accept the gesture when he held the door open for her. She slipped past him with a quiet grunt taking the place of a 'thank you', and scanned the room for a place to sit.
  
  It seemed the class was still waiting for the lesson to begin, idle chatter filling the room as the teacher sat at her desk and studied some papers. Melody was grateful to see her distracted for a moment, happy to go unnoticed, but the feeling quickly disintegrated as it came to her attention that the only place she could go was...
  
  She groaned inwardly, stalking over to the desk Kingsley was headed toward. Her shoulders slumped and sitting down at the table felt like admitting the second defeat of the day. She kept her gaze lowered, half-closing her eyes and planning on zoning out to get through this period, but they snapped wide open again when he mentioned her needing help finding her classes.
  
  "No." she hissed, shooting an angry look at him before she turned her gaze to his friends. "I won't need help. Thanks, though."
  
  If he was doing what it seemed like he was, Melody had severely misjudged him, and they were going to have far bigger problems than she'd expected.
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  Selena112 Expert

  7 years ago
  [are you gonna fight him or not??????]
  
  He tried not to look at her for the rest of class, but he could definitely feel her frustration radiating towards him. Partially because of magic, he figured, he had some perception in that sense if he focused, but also because she was just absolutely enraged.
  
  He hoped they didn't have their next class together. It was gym for him, so he figured the chances of them sharing that were slim. It wasn't a core class, and maybe her previous transcripts had given her enough gym credits. Did she even have previous transcripts, he wondered, suddenly snapping out of it and focusing on classwork again. He jotted down some of the problem work the teacher had done on the board, accidentally glancing at her in between copying. She was probably going to murder him. He knew it.
  
  He took extra time packing up his things after class, hoping that if she planned on saying something, he'd have the teacher there as witness. Kingsley knew he'd have extra time to get to gym, too, so it wasn't a huge issue.
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  The Coldest Sun Hot Shot

  7 years ago
  ((melody can't just deck a motherf---er he has to physically challenge her if you want him to get wrecked))
  
  The rest of the class passed relatively uneventfully. Kingsley seemed to be deliberately avoiding eye contact, and he'd given up on the pleasantries, which was all for the better. Melody spent the whole period seething. She'd hoped she could just nap through this class, but overthinking was keeping her mind going. Why was this kid working so hard to keep track of her? Was he out to get her? Had she done something to piss him off when he'd shown her around the place? His efforts not to engage now were leading her to believe her might not have the guts to actually try to pick this fight with her, but the way he was consistently making moves against her conflicted with that.
  
  The high pitched chiming of the bell was more welcome now than it ever had been, and she was out of her seat in the blink of an eye. Having no supplies to gather, she turned her back on him and left in a hurry. She'd planned on leaving early today, really. But after scurrying around this ridiculously stuffy building for a couple hours, she was actually relieved to see that her next class was gym. She'd failed every other year she'd taken this class due to poor attendance, but she was sure Kingsley would have finished his required courses early on, and hopeful she wouldn't have to share this one with him. A period to move around freely, release some pent up aggression, and not have to deal with him seemed like a good omen; maybe she should maybe try to finish the course this time around.
  
  She found the room pretty easily on her own- it was the biggest one here, and it seemed like every school was built so that you could follow any hallway and eventually end up at the gymnasium. She changed quickly and followed her classmates into the gym to wait for the coach.

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