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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 23, 2013 17:17:02 GMT -5
Dark brown eyes flick to the ticking clock that seemed to drag on forever. Not that I hated my job, no way, but I had so much homework to do that it could crush an elephant's back.. not to mention I had to finish that project for biology. A soft sigh escapes my full lips and I brush my bangs out of my face, leaning over against the counter, index finger tapping against it in time with the clock.
I straighten and look over to drag the stool over, mentally wincing at the loud scraping noise it made. I glance around, my face reddening a bit as people looked over. They probably thought I was stupid or something.
I plop down on it, bending over to dig a binder and pencil out of my book bag. I pull open my homework, neatly putting my name at the top before starting to do the math problems. My dark brown eyes look up once, feeling as if people were watching me erase when I feel I did something wrong- which was happening alot. They probably thought I was stupid, too.
I bite my lower lip in concentration, curly hair falling into my face.
outfit (minus the hat): le click
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 23, 2013 17:30:22 GMT -5
As usual, Ana was surrounded by a large group of preppy kids who seemed as interested into her as everybody else. Ana's china blue eyes flicked from one person to another, her freshley red lips pursing tightly every minute. Of course it was natural to be notcied by them, but Ana just arrived today and looks like someone had spread the word. Ana signed and flipped her beach blonde hair over her toned shoulder. She crossed her legs, slickly and sipped her non-fat latte. Ana grabbed someone's drink and slipped off the lid. No one knew what was going to happen next, but as always Anastasia Carmichael was mysterious.
She grabbed the straw and threw the drink in someone's face. A loud shriek erupted, Ana could tell it was a girl. The girl glared down at Ana, but Ana pursed her lips and smirked at her. "Enjoy the drink mask." Ana wiggledthree fingers at the torn girl and the cafe interupted into laughter. Now that Ana made a scene, everyone knew to step out of her way. Ana sashayed toward a random table, her Prada black miniskirt snaking around her legs, lightly. Her heels clacked lightly against the hard floor, catching table after table's attention.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 23, 2013 17:53:57 GMT -5
I start at the shriek, my head snapping up from my math homework to see a girl with a dripping face. My mouth opens a bit but I don't move or speak; I had no clue what to do. I watch as the girl strides over, asking for a towel in a clearly pissed off voice.
"O-One second." I mumble, getting to my feet and walking back to grab a clean dish towel. I quickly return, handing it to her and avoiding her gaze, clearly relaxing as she turned away. I perch back on my stool, watching the blonde strut past tables.
I was pretty sure she went to Ramad, too, but it wasn't like I had ever talked to her. Ha. As if I really talked to anyone. I roll my deep brown eyes a bit before brushing my bangs out of my face, looking back down at my homework.
I hoped that no one came back over here, I'd probably only end up tripping and falling or something. I rest my chin in the palm of my left hand, right hand scrawling numbers and letters across the paper.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 23, 2013 18:07:26 GMT -5
Ana slid gracefully into a seat, not caring who was sitting there. Ana looked around and realized she was sitting with Ramad Highschool's football team. Ana rolled her china blue eyes, annoyed. "Just my luck." Ana muttered under breath. But not in time for the boys to notice that they had a visitor. Ana heard laughing and whispers next to her. Her blonde head snapped over, catching the guys mid fight in the middle of the table. They blushed hard at Ana and went back to their seats.
Ana sipped her drink and leaned back. Girls stared at Ana, seeing it was easy for her to just walk over to the football players and not get in trouble for it. Everything was easy for Ana. Ana felt a stern glare and looked up to see the same girl she splashed a drink at. Ana could tell she was emabarresed and impressed at the same time. "That's my seat." The girl snapped at Ana, like she was her poor puppy dog.
Ana could the whole cafe's eyes on her and folded her toned arms across her chest. One of the the players whispered into her ear, telling Ana it was true. Ana's face didn't go pink, but inside she was crumbling up. Ana pursed her red lips and grabbed her drink. She felt a hard push against her side getting up, but eventually from all the hard work in dance class, Ana snaked her toned ankle around her pusher and pushed onto the ground. Ana smirked evily, pulling off the top of her drink once more."You could really use a grave with that." Ana chuckled dangeroulsy and spilled her drink on the girl from head to toe.
The cafe gasped as Ana strutted back to the counter. Ana heard snaps here and there, guessing the people nearby were capturing the girl's embarrasing moment.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 23, 2013 18:20:36 GMT -5
I look up as if I can feel the tension and watch an apparent stand off between the blonde and the girl who'd gotten a drink dumped on her. A bit of fear crosses my mind- what if they fought? I'd have to call the police or something. I didn't even know the number for the police.
After a while, the blonde stands and is almost tripped before she turns around and pours her latte over the girl and I shake my head, my lips pursed into a tight line. Who did that bitch think she was? Damn.
I growl and get to my feet, already stalking back for another towel. I was getting tired of this, and I'd have to clean up the mess. I grab the last clean dish towel and walk back, pushing the door to walk out from behind the counter, meeting the damp girl halfway. I hand her the towel, looking down at my black Vans to avoid her gaze as I turn on my heel to walk back behind the counter.
I sit back on my stool, frustratedly pushing my hair out of my face. I look up to see the blonde walking towards me and I look back at my math homework, pretending that I hadn't seen her. If she thought she was going to get another drink to pour over someone, she had another thing coming.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 23, 2013 18:32:29 GMT -5
Ana made her way up to the counter, catching the annoyed look on the guy's face. Ana rolled her china- blue eyes and snatched out her black Amex card. Her eyes scanned the menu overhead and huffed. If that girl or one of her friends wanted to spill something on her, Ana had to get something hot. She already wasted her money on a drink that was halfway finished already. Ana scanned the tea section, looking for something hot. Her red lips pursed lightly, feeling the movement of the employees behind the counter.
Ana smiled brightly, convincing the guy behind the counter he was wrong. But Ana knew he wouldn't take her sweet smile for an excuse. Ana slid her black Amex credit card toward him, her eyes scanning his face. "I'll have a cinnamon spice tea. " Ana exclaimed, her voice edging out.
Ana slid out her IPhone 5 and let the other person pass by. If Brachean's Cafe, didn't give her what she wanted, she was going to put them out of business not caring if the employess there need the money to survive. Ana didn't have a heart for sympathy.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 23, 2013 18:40:51 GMT -5
I watch her eyes scan over the menu before I look back at my math homework, crossing out one side of the equation before she spoke. I glare at her, about to deny her, when my timid nature comes into play and I simple take her card, running it through before I hold it back out to her. After she takes it I set my pencil down and get to my feet, quickly heating the tea, adding the spice and then I set it carefully on the counter, making sure not to set it on top of my papers.
I brush my curly brown hair out of my face, returning to my place on my stool. I look up at the blonde, wanting to ask her not to pour it on someone, that I had to clean it up, before I decide against it. I sigh softly to myself, shaking my head as my eyes focused back on my math homework, on the last problem; I had no eathly idea how to do it.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 23, 2013 18:55:56 GMT -5
Ana pursed her full red lips and grabbed her black Amex card away from him. On Ana's first day there, she was in line behind a girl to order something also, when the girl handed the girl behind the coutner her card and the girl swiped it through. But the girl behind the coutner never gave it back, she smiled brightly at it and ran away screaming she was rich. One thing that crazy maniac girl employee forgot. She needed the pin number to it. Ana shook her head, her blonde curls floating around her. Ana took her hot tea and looked at the guy behind the counter.
Her TIffany box-blue eyes spied an equation and Ana smirked. Ana sipped her tip, her red lips dangeroulsy close to the liquid. "Don't you have a straw with this or what?" Ana snapped at the guy behind the counter, giving him a jolt from his math equation. Since Ana's first day at Ramad High, she didn't have any homework, bu Ana had assigned herself homeowork. 1. Socialize. 2. Find Ramad High's queen-bee and take her down. There wasn't much anything else, but Ana had just fun to do after that.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 23, 2013 19:03:44 GMT -5
I start biting at my thumbnail thoughtfully, my brow creased as I stare at the equation, thinking back to the notes we'd taken in class today. Add common variables, subtract from both sides.. My thoughts were interrupted by the blonde and I look back at her, setting the pencil down. "Yeah." I reply softly, leaning over to grab a straw and hand it to her, my dark brown eyes landing on her face.
No matter how much I already disliked her, I had to admit, she was pretty. But, she seemed to be the type of girl who knew she was, and that just totally ruined it for me. I drop my gaze back to my paper, tapping my pencil on the counter before I finally draw a question mark beside it and open my binder to put the papers up. I brush my bangs from my face, grabbing my English homework before shutting my binder again.
I huff and set my pencil down as I shrug off my denim button up shirt that I had on over a plain white tee; I hadn't planned on taking it off but it was getting too hot back here, and I didn't want to start sweating and look all nasty or something.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 23, 2013 19:17:36 GMT -5
Ana shrivled up her nose when he took off his shirt. Ana took the straw from his hand and rolled and china-blue eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, whatever." Ana murmured under her breath and took a short sip. She turned on her heel and settled onto a nearby stool. Her thoughts wandered off cousre and into outer space. Brachean's Cafe seemed like a boring place to spend her time at and didn't have any much fun. Ana crosed her tanned arms over her chest. She huffed and glared at her drink, in anger. Ana of course had taken a tour and decided this was her first stop, to check out the campus, but Ana wasn't considered a newbie anymore.
She finally reaching on the edge of being the queen-bee, but stuck in drastic place that she didn't even care about. Ana rummaged through her Prada white bag and pulled out her IPhone 5. She received too many text messages, a few about being asked to lunch. Ana rolled her eyes, smiling. She flipped through a PDF file of the Rama High's Student Handbook and found what she was looking for. pg. 124 ch. 10- Any student is allowed is to venture of campus, but MUST notify the school secretary until further notice. Ana rolled hr eyes. That page and words were so classy for Ana, it was typed in almost all the Student Handbooks, the school's Ana attended before Ramad High School.
Ana ventured up and sashayed, her hips rocking back and forth, her red lips pursed with determination. Ana didn't really have enough time to have a tour of the school, so what better time would it be to ask someone here? Ana made her way up to the counter, her Tiffany box-blue eyes settling on the boy behind the coutner from previously.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 23, 2013 19:27:02 GMT -5
I catch her look and something inside me shrivels up and I drop my eyes back to my English homework, a doleful expression crossing my face for a moment. There was a reason why I never really socialized- and that was one of them. You'd get criticized for doing anything, even just taking off an over shirt when if felt like you were standing on the surface of the sun.
I tap my pencil on the counter as my dark brown eyes skim over the poem that we had to read before moving to the questions- twenty of them. I was just glad that they were multiple choice.
I start to circle answers, before pausing at a hard one and re-reading the poem.
I look up as someone comes to the counter and my gaze falls on the blonde and I mentally huff. What did she want now? Of course, I don't look like I'm thinking that on the outside. I never did. "Yeah?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at her questioningly. Maybe she wanted a muffin or something.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 23, 2013 19:35:18 GMT -5
Ana pursed her lips and glared at him. Ana hated asking for help, except if it was a guy. And the guy standing didn't seem like her type or even the kind of help she needed. Ana sipped her tea and cocked her size two waist, her perfectly waxed eyebrows raising slightly. "Don't you go to Ramad High School?" Ana said, in normal tone. Anybody who needed money, had to go to Brachean's Cafe. It was the only cafe closet to school. Ana raised her left eyebrow, questionagly. Her red lips were pursed tightly. It seemed like a joke, that if the guy infront of her went to Ramad Highschool, why haven't she seen him around? Ana chuckled lightly to herself. he never socialized and Ana saw him only in the small grouips of school.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 23, 2013 19:42:36 GMT -5
I want to look away (or run) when she glares at me but I keep my eyes on her face, not wanting to back down, even if it was in my nature. I want to roll my eyes as he sticks a hip out, maybe thinking that'd have some affect on me. Yeah, she was pretty. I tap my fingers along the counter, waiting to see what she wanted.
"Yeah.. why?" I ask, cocking my head to the side a little bit. What did she want? Well, I wanted her to get to the point so that I could finish my damn homework.. but I wasn't going to tell her that. I didn't even really know why she was bothering to talk to me.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 24, 2013 20:13:58 GMT -5
Ana chuckled lightly, her Tiffany box-blue eyes catching his glance. Ana just shook her head, her red lips pulled up into a bright smile she hardly ever showed to anyone. Her light laugh catched people's attention, the way Ana wanted it to work. Ana's heels clacked loudly against the hard floor, with confidence and pride. She leaned into him, her nose catching his scent.
Ana ignored that and leaned her elbows in front of his homework. Her china-blue eyes stayed focused on his face, showing she was determined to stand up to him. "Cause I'll the campus tour." A perkness of alluriness was added to her voice, her red lips turned up into a smile. "And by telling by your stupid stack of homework, you go there." Ana's freshley manicured red nail pointed directly at the problem he was stuggling with.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 25, 2013 16:02:46 GMT -5
Her eyes met mine and I can't help but notice what a truly lovely shade of blue they were.. I mentally shake my head- as if she would go for me. As if I really wanted her to. A bright smile crosses her face and I can't help but wonder if she was faking it, it did seem a little over the top. She leans closer and my deep brown eyes widen a bit and I sorta want to pull back- was she going to pour something on me this time?
My brow creases and I shake my head as she speaks. "Bu-but. I can't just.. leave!" I huff in indignation, pushing my hair out of my face. Did she really expect me to just up and leave my job? Given, I only had.. what, ten minutes left to my shift, but she didn't know that. I glance down to the math equation she's pointing at and I shrug my shoulders.
(replied with the idea that she needed a tour around school, if I got it wrong I'll change it)
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