quiet time (OPEN)

[Celia Elizabeth Julian]

Celia sat quietly in a corner of the library. It was one of her favorite places to go as the required silence didn't make her seem like such a loner. She flipped absently through the pages of her book, really wishing that she wasn't so awkward in social situations, and more like her brother, Caleb.. He seemed to get everything he wanted. And her parents definantly loved him best. Heck, right now he was vacationing with his brand new Charmer French girlfriend.

The girl sighed and looked up, resting her chin in the palm of her hand and looking absently at the shelves of books ahead of her. She was reading her favorite book, The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux. Celia often liked to sit and dream as she read, putting herself in place of the heroine and creating her own endings and twists. Now. in her head she was Christine, choosing the Phantom over that pathetic excuse for a man, Raoul. Another sigh escaped the lips of the young brunette who was completely lost in her daydreams.

[Ethan Micheal Davies]

Ethan took a sip from the bottle in his hand, then quickly stuffed it back into his bag as pulled the library door open. The red Gatoraid that was now resting in his baige messanger bag was laced with Vodka. But that was a regular thing. The odd thing today was that the school actually had a library.

As he looked around, Ethan saw a girl sitting in the corner. He knew her to be a loner, although he wasn't sure of her name. Up for a good argument, Ethan walked over to her, and looked her up and down, before speaking. " Yeah. I guess if people hated me, I'd hide here too."

[Celia Elizabeth Julian]

Celia jerked in suprise, knocking her books off of the desk and falling halfway out of her chair. Cheeks glowing a vicious red, she looked up like a scared puppy into the face of the head alpha male. Shrinking back into a corner, Celia hauled herself back on to her chair, still looking up through her lashes at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Who are you?"

She wasn't sure of the name. She didn't really care. Celia had long ago given up any aspirations of being someone. All she wanted to do was get through school and get out of there so she could start over in college. Now she was playing a game she played with her brother's friends. The "who are you again?" game. The look on her face was pure curiosity. It made her slightly more bold, though still mostly timid.