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Post by Naomi Dreama Devan on Jul 14, 2009 21:58:10 GMT -5
I've hit the highway [/font][/color] And I'm not coming home, I'm gonna drive[/font][/color] I'll do it my way[/font][/color] I'll call you on the phone when I arrive[/font][/color] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/center] I watched Justin's face as he glared at Caleb. He was jealous, and I knew it, but I wasn't going to let them know that. "Well, the headmaster already put me as President for quite a few clubs, including the Arts and Drama club. I'm in Yearbook as a photographer as well. And I'm captain of the dance and tennis teams. As I said, I've been considered 'Gifted' quite a bit," I said witha bit of a smile to both boys.
When Caleb mentioned I was the 'perfect' roommate I giggled and blushed lightly. "Well, merci, but how do you know this? Justin, you should know better than anyone that all french girls, no matter how sweet, have some sort of bad side. Mine just happens to be the fact I get bitchy in the mornings until I have my usual latte," I said as I took another sip of coke, "Besides, I'm the lucky one. I'm sitting here, chatting with deux tres, tres beaux hommes. I think you're both causing the rest of the girls to be jealous of me." I smiled sweetly at both of them. I could feel the glares of other girls watching my every move with them, but I didn't care. I liked the attention. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • This template was created by charoulla of Blank Pages so PLEASE credit in case you want to use the above or else she will haunt you down and KILL you!charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
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Post by Caleb Ethan Julian on Jul 15, 2009 9:51:56 GMT -5
Caleb just continued to smile when he was being glared at. When Justin started explaining about all of his clubs, Caleb almost smirked. Then, after Naomi had finished speaking, he decided to. "Really then? I'm sure you're very gifted. I'll be seeing you in yearbook, then because I'm vice president there. When it comes to sports, I'm captain of the football team and co-captain of basketball. Also, I'll be working along side with you in the drama club, I'm vice-pres. I'm also on the debate team." Caleb smiled sweetly to Naomi, shooting a 'Try showing that up!' look to Justin for a split second then continuing to smile to the lovely french woman he was with.
Caleb leaned a bit closer and put his arm on the back of her chair. When she'd finished her second statement after her sip of coke, he whispered in her ear softly, "Oui, Mlle Naomi, mais je peux vous assurer que vous seriez beaux l'une ou l'autre voie. Et qui doit dire que je ne les aime pas brutalement?" he said with a soft french accent atop his french statement. He pulled away softly raising his eyebrow and flashing his best smile. He'd show that he could be better than Justin. Caleb knew Italian, German, Russian, and French. So he figured that there would be no competition. Or would there?
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Post by Justin Liam Andrews on Jul 15, 2009 12:45:46 GMT -5
HOW CAN I DECIDE WHATS RIGHT [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -when your clouding up my mind,[/color][/size][/font][/center] Justin smiled softly before admitting defeat. He knew he had come off sounding too braggy. He stood up and grabbed his food to throw it away. He threw his bag over his shoulder and took one last sip of his water. His hair was probably all messed up.
He smiled one last time before saying goodbye. He looked over to Naomi. "Well, I've got soccer practice that goes on until about 9:30. But I'll see you in the dorm tonight." He chuckled a bit. Then he looked over to Caleb. "I guess I'll be seeing you in English, amont garçon. Et je parie que vous utilisez en ligne sur toutes les filles." He smiled and looked at Naomi. "Rendez-vous ce soir, mon amour." He began to put his stuff in his bag, and turned around to throw his trash away.
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Post by Naomi Dreama Devan on Jul 15, 2009 13:14:12 GMT -5
I've hit the highway [/font][/color] And I'm not coming home, I'm gonna drive[/font][/color] I'll do it my way[/font][/color] I'll call you on the phone when I arrive[/font][/color] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • || OUTFIT ||[/center] I smiled and giggled at Caleb's comment, tempted to swoon. I had to admit, he was smooth. I touched his knee in a flirty gesture, but made sure to pull away. I looked over at Justin, seeing the jealousy and defeat in his eyes, and immediatley knew he had the right idea. "You know, I think it's time for me to leave you both as well. I need to find my next class early so I don't get lost," I stood up and grabbed my bag. I leaned down and kissed Caleb's cheek softly. "I'll see you soon," I whispered into his ear playfully, then stood up again. I did the same to Justin and whispered, "And I'll see you tonight." Then I flashed a flirty smile. "Au revoir, mes cheris." I waved as I walked towards the door, opening it and leaving the cafeteria.
I had wanted out. I could deal with one of them at a time, but not both together. They were rivals, over me. And I felt extremely bad to have caused that. The problem was, I liked both boys, I just couldn't decide. However, I'd get to know them and make my decision when the time came. So with that thought, I went off in search of my next class. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • This template was created by charoulla of Blank Pages so PLEASE credit in case you want to use the above or else she will haunt you down and KILL you!charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
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Post by Caleb Ethan Julian on Jul 15, 2009 13:28:26 GMT -5
Caleb smiled as she touched his knee. He looked over to see how defeated Justin looked, and he felt very proud. Sometimes, Caleb was too cocky for himself even. "Au revoir, beautiful," he said, kissing her cheek before she went to Justin. After she was gone, he stood up and walked right in front of Justin. Caleb was just glaring for a moment.
"You know that was your fault that she left, right? What's your problem anyway, going after someone way out of your league?" People were staring, but Caleb couldn't care less. So Mr. Perfect wasn't so perfect after all. But he'd never let someone see that, only Justin. He wanted to hit him, but he'd resist the urge to, because if he went back to his room later with a black eye, then his chance with Naomi. Damn his trying to be perfect.
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Post by Justin Liam Andrews on Jul 15, 2009 14:45:02 GMT -5
HOW CAN I DECIDE WHATS RIGHT [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -when your clouding up my mind,[/color][/size][/font][/center] Justin smiled as Naomi kissed his cheeks. But he quickly wiped it away, hoping Caleb wouldn't see. He threw his trash away and he turned around to see Caleb steanding right there.
"You know that was your fault that she left, right? What's your problem anyway, going after someone way out of your league?"
Justn was somewhat surprised, some-what not to hear Caleb speak these words. He was right up in his face, and lucky for him, Justin was about an inch taller. It wasn't much, but it was something he could go on. He smiled at the boy. "Actually, I think it's safe to say it's the principal's fault. You know him, going around giving people classes. Totally unheard of." He looked around at the crowd that had gathered hoping there would be a fight. "But I need to remember to write him a thank you note. I've got soccer practice soon, so that gives me an excuse to leave you to deal with your own problems. There's no need to try and start a fight, Prince Charming." The sarcasm rolled off his tounge as he said the last part.
He bent down to search in his bag for his iPhone. He got it out and started playing some music. Then he inserted his headphones into his ears, closed his bag, and turned around to walk away. He walked through a gap in the crowd, waving over his shoulder as he left. [/size] Out Fit:This.
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