Welcome to Spanish

[Edward Cullen]

E D W A R D CULLEN

"That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course.
But don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date.
Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking
enough for him."

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Edward leant forward gently kissing Bella on the lips, as the bell sounded around him. To sensitive vampire ears it wasn't the most pleasent of sounds. He was suddenley aware of a mock vomiting sound from behind him, he didn't have to turn to guess who that would be. Probably Mike Newton. Edward sighed, made sure that Bella made it to her seat safetly in her next class, without falling over the chair and flying out of the window and catapulting in a big oak tree. Its not that Edward minded it was simply the fact that he was sure Carlisle was soon to be tired of Bella's routinely trips to the hospital. Currently we were aiming for the world record of three trips in the past two weeks. Edward turned and saunted to class. It was his favourite class of the day. Spanish. The teacher Mrs Cape simply adored him and Emmett, she always had done. But ever since they had brought her Dexter Jaws II she was like a lovesick puppy, and well Mike Newton, or "You" as she referred to him as, well it was politer than what she thought about him. She had debated pots of acid, walking on glass... ok maybe thats an exageration on Edwards part. More realistically would be many suprise pop quizs to bring down his grade average, and giving him the hardest questions that she would never usually ask members of her class.
Edward arrived in the classroom just before the second bell rung, and was greeted by a beeming Mrs Cape.
"Oh how lovely to see you Edward, do you know where you Brother is?" Edward glanced to the back of the classroom.
"I'm sure he'll be here in a moment Miss, he wouldn't miss this class for the world. You're his favourite teacher!" funnily enough he didn't even need his mind reading abilities to know what she really thought about this statement. He accelerated heart beat was enough to answer the question.

Edward wandered down to the back off the wondering what this lessons Spanish would entail. Well he didn't wonder for long, he saw that Mrs Cape had infact planned them to continue working on the posters they had previously been doing. Thus meaning that Edward, Emmett and Mike would continue with the display at the back of the class. Edward chuckled to himself, last time they had been working on that display it had resulted in Mike murdering Dexter Jaws, Mrs Capes beloved goldfish. Only Edward left out the part where he and Emmett had glued Mike to his chair, including decorative staples. Oh and the little shove that Edward had given him causing Mike's phone to fly and kill Dexter Jaws. Whatever this lesson would bring Edward was sure of one thing, it wouldn't be short of entertaintment.

Tag: Emmett, Indie, Mike, CJ
wordcount: 448
notes: la la la, cj's post will be done after stephii's shes in the shower.

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[emmett cullen !]

E M M E T T C U L L E N

I don't understand !
Why are you being so mean? !
You're mean mean man !

As usual Emmett was running late for Spanish class. The best class of the day and today was sure to be a laugh. He’d heard CJ would be joining them because he had the same classes as Indie. He could already hear Mrs Cape asking Edward where he was. He laughed to himself gently as he heard Edward tell Mrs Cape about her being his favourite teacher, thus causing her heartbeat to accelerate. One day she would be sure to go into cardiac arrest due to the Cullen boys. He couldn’t wait to see Mrs Capes reaction to CJ. Three immortal, perfect boys in one small classroom was not good for poor Mrs Cape old heart. Doubled with the fact “that boy” aka Mike Newton was also situated in the room. She hadn’t quite recovered from the death of her beloved goldfish Dexter Jaws, even though he and Edward had given her Dexter Jaws II.

He arrived in the classroom to the warm embrace that was Mrs Cape. Normally being in this close quarters to a human would be painful. Yet in this case Mrs Capes antique perfume (or maybe it was just the smell of old people, sort of like out of date meat) was enough to put even the newest of vampires off eating. The scent seemed to be more pungent than ever, the hug from Mrs Cape caused Emmet’s vampire senses to inhale a toxic amount of the smell. Emmett chocked out a greeting to Mrs Cape, before hurrying down to his seat beside Edward. Who he punched, a little harder than necessary, the sound made everyone turn round to look at the brothers.
”Rats in the vents,” Emmett managed to choke out. He subsequently began choking up ruminants of Mrs Capes perfume
“Aud de cape”. he managed to wheeze to Edward before he continued hacking out his hairballs. He was sure that if he continued to cough at this rate, some Newton hair balls would appear.

Mrs Cape was the picture of concern, and she practically sprinted down the aisle to Emmett. It was enough to make Emmett begin choking more profusely in shock. This was quite a sight as he’d never seen Mrs Cape move out of first gear aka waddling. Her poor old remedial shoes were not made for athletics, and she subsequently tripped on Mike Newton’s bag. She growled at him , before hyping up ”Emmett dear, Emmett my love are you ok!?” her frail hand lay on his back, it did not pat or whack his back, to relieve Emmett of the choking. It simply began caressing his contorted back muscles. He managed to catch Edwards eye, attempting not to choke on even more of the scent. He stomped on Edward’s foot under the table to stop him from laughing. This time was also a tad over the top as it sounded like a building collapsing. ”These bloody rats gets bigger every time, like those radioactive beavers, tell them Edward,” he wheezed and looked at the door to see CJ and Indie arriving.

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Tag ! Edward, CJ, Indie and Mike
Word Count ! five-one-two
Lyrics ! Eminem – Big Weenie
Listening too ! Eminem – Evil Deeds
Notes ! =)
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[Mike Newton]

"MIKENEWTON!

Mike, to put it bluntly, was not looking forward to Spanish class. Especially since it meant that he would be confined into a room with Edward and Emmett Cullen for an unbearably long sixty minute period during which those two devils would no doubt manage to make Mrs. Cape hate it him even more.

After all, it wasn’t his fault that Dexter Jaws had died! It was an accident!... okay, maybe it was collateral damage. But still, not his fault. The thrice damned Edward had shoved him- not unusual, considering every and all Cullens hated his guts for some reason that he still wasn’t entirely sure of- which caused his cell phone to fly into the little glass fish tank and kill the poor fish. Since then Mike’s grades were the things being killed. At this rate, he’d have to take summer school just to graduate. With that thought in mind, he sulked toward the classroom while various ways to get out of the period trudged through his mind like sludge.

The cogs and gears that allowed his mind to work- already sticky and slow due to trying to think of an acceptable excuse to get out of class that the nurses would actually believe- came to a sudden halt when he walked through the door into Mrs. Cape’s classroom. Not only was Edward already there, but a very bored looking Indie Hayes also found herself seated, turned sideways with one leg draped over the chair next to her. Obviously, she was saving it for the new kid who was apparently an old flame from wherever they’d lived before moving here. A spike of jealousy flared in the forefront of Mike’s mind as he strolled passed her to take his seat behind and to the right of the brunette.

Why was it that every time there was a new student of the male variety enrolled, his chances with the girls plummeted?

That thought was quickly replaced when the light reflected off of a silver piercing in Indie’s left nostril. “I wonder if she has a naval piercing, too.”

[/i] He slouched into his chair, resting his chin on his arms which were crossed over the desktop and eyes narrowed into a glare aimed in the general direction in front of him; he’d ceased to see anything going on within his line of sight.

The sound of Mrs. Cape walking- no, sprinting- in his direction brought him back to attention; goodie, just in time to see her stumble over his bag. After a mumbled apology to his elderly teacher, he kicked the offending bag under the desk and went back to his glare fest. Anyone walking in would have thought that he was extremely pissed at the blackboard; he was simply extremely pissed at the fact that Emmett Cullen was being comforted for his choking fit while he could be having a heart attack and all she’d say is “you, quit disrupting class.”

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Posting with- to make it easy, Stephii and Kate and whatever characters they feel like bringing into the thread.
Listening to- “I know You Want Me” Pitbull
Word Count- 491
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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

Anxiety poured through Indie’s veins like blood once had, her eyes glued to the door as she tapped the end of her pen repeatedly on the surface of the desk until it ground her nerves into dust. And then she kept doing it. She’d probably keep on with the persistent tapping until CJ showed up for Spanish.

Despite practically begging the secretary in the school office to make their schedules match, she still had three periods in which she was separated from her mate. During each of those three periods, her brain had come close to an aneurism numerous times due to the stress that plagued her. Her focus strained from the topic at hand to listening for the sound of something- anything!- out of the ordinary. She hated to admit it, but she didn’t trust CJ as much as she should have. Maybe it was because he’d been living in the same routine rut for the past hundred and some odd years, or maybe it was because she knew firsthand how tempting a class of fidgeting teenagers could be. The fidgeting only made the room smell more like dinner, after all.

Footsteps just a little too light to be human brought her hopes up, only to drop them from their high heights when it was Edward’s scent that greeted her instead of her boyfriend’s. “This waiting is going to kill me!”

[/i] she mentally whined, very near the point of slamming her forehead against the desk. The only thing that restrained her from following that idea through was the knowledge that it would be the desk that suffered. All at once she held a new respect for the “youngest” of the Cullen coven, for whom it must have been that much harder seeing as how Bella was a human and therefore a friend, not food.

The next person to enter the room was one such Mike Newton, followed shortly thereafter by Emmett. Despite her eagerness gnawing at the base of her cerebellum, the corners of her lips turned upward in a knowing smile. “Lucky guess: you two are planning to reel CJ into your little plans to make Newton’s life miserable.” Of course, saying this loud enough for the human ear to hear wouldn’t be the wisest idea, as then Mike would know that these weren’t just accidents but rather well-thought out and slightly improvised torture tactics the government had yet to figure out. Though she completely disapproved of CJ getting involved in these shenanigans, Indie knew better than to try and talk him out of the action. It’d be a losing battle, and she wasn’t really in the mood to lose.

The bell hadn’t even rung yet and already Mike was in trouble with Mrs. Cape, who had tripped over his backpack in her haste to make sure that Emmett was okay. That simple action brought forth a look of sympathy and then disgust, one emotion blending seamlessly into the next even though they weren’t even on the same spectrum. It was almost like putting the neon version of yellow next to pure purple and expecting the viewer’s eyes not to hurt from the sharp contrast. The sympathy, obviously, was for Mike; this time he hadn’t even done anything- or had one of the Cullen brothers blame something on him- and yet he was still being held responsible. The disgust was aimed at Mrs. Cape’s earnestness to get to Emmett, which was just wrong considering the age difference between the two.

Well, the mental age difference. Despite looking like he was twenty-ish, Emmett still acted like a giddy thirteen year old; Mrs. Cape acted her age, which must have been at least sixty. Indie cringed at the realization that her Spanish teacher could be arrested for child molestation if she kept this act up. She turned her gaze toward the door, eyebrows knitting together in desperation: if CJ didn’t get here soon, she might be forced to tell Mrs. Cape she was sick and run out into the forest to dry heave.

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Posting with- CJ & Ed & Em & Mike
Listening to- “When it All Falls Apart” the Veronicas
Word Count- six hundred seventy three
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[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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JAMES

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"Yet more of the female portion of the
student body had been lost to him.Swooning instead after some new student who just moved here from some place that should have allowed him to get a tan.
But had somehow denied him that privilege."

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CJ sighed looking up at the clock, he had to check in with the receptionist after every lesson. He wasn’t exactly sure why… Maybe they did this to everyone knew, or maybe she just wanted to talk to him more. The bell for Spanish-his only class so far with Indie had rang a few minutes ago, yet the receptionist had no intention of letting him leave anytime soon. He nodded politely when necessary, made conversation fillers such as “erm” and “ooo”. He knew perfectly well what Indie would be doing, she would be sat there fretting. She had most likely envisaged him savaging half the student population of Forks High school. She was probably right, it wasn’t easy at all being in such close contact to these humans, especially when the receptionist leant over and patted his hand, he drew it back with lightning speed. She seemed to take this as a hint, and muttered than he should probably get to class.
It would have probably taken a human new student a long while to find each class, yet this was easy for CJ. He knew who was in his class, he simply had to follow Indie’s scent. He strolled down the corridor, with a blank expression on his face, the few people in the corridor still were staring at him. CJ wasn’t one to turn down attention, infact he usually loved it. Yet strangely it was extremely frustrating in this environment. It took him thirty two steps to reach Spanish class, in this time he had taken three breaths to steady himself. He wasn’t superman, walking into a class with people he barely new wasn’t the easiest thing. He’d probably fall over a desk or something, yet he knew this was totally illogical as vampires had brilliant reflex actions and balance. He paused at the door, hearing a choking from inside and stumble and a growl followed by a concerned feeble voice. He pushed the door open, and stood in the doorway watching the scene in front of him unfold. A quizzical eyebrow raised into a perfect arch. Emmett was choking at the back of the classroom, with a concerned Mrs Cape using this excuse to touch him. Edward was practically rolling on the floor in laughter, it appeared that Mrs Cape had fallen over Mike Newton’s bag. He must have looked slightly comical in the door way, his head jerking from the scene at the back of the room to Mike Newton and back again. He heard laughter erupt around the room, doubled with a intake of breath from the female students. This sound was followed by a shifting of equipment from the female population of Mrs Capes Spanish class, who in a mad scrambling were trying to make room so he could sit with them. His gaze finally settled on Indie, a slow smile crept along his face and he winked at her.
“CJ Newton boy over there was wondering if your good lady had a navel piercing!” he heard Edward mutter so only the three other vampires in the room would hear. His head shot up, and he glared at Newton. He was sure that this statement by Edward sure didn’t help Emmett’s choking fit. He was least impressed with the Newton boy. He stood there glaring at him, until Mrs Cape had finished with Emmett and wandered over to him.
”Yes young man can I help you?” she asked, her eyes drifting over CJ. He had to bite back a laugh, he was sure Indie would love this.
”Yes Miss, my names CJ… Christopher James… I’m a new student here, you’re my new Spanish teacher!” he flashed her a dazzling smile. He glanced back to Indie seeing that she had saved him a seat, his smile widened as he turned his eyes back to Mrs Cape. He could feel the two male vampires at the back of the room watching him, probably laughing.
”Oh is that so… I shall call you CJ, personal levels are important don’t you think,” she maybe hadn’t meant the innuendo she had presented to him. A bubble of laughter escaped his lips as her old skin turned pink.
”Yes mam very important…” he winked at Indie.
”Now tell me CJ, how is your Spanish… because if you struggle at all just tell me and you can have private revision sessions…”
”I’m near enough fluent in Spanish Miss” he left out the part his family were of Spanish heritage and he had infact lived in Spain a few times over the past century- he didn’t think exposing his secret as an eternal being was suitable at this moment in time. Maybe next lesson.
“Well that is excellent! Why don’t you take a seat… Hmm lets see” she looked around the room. CJ hadn’t noticed that there were infact two spare seats in the classroom. He’d only paid attention to the one next to Indie. “Ah yes, why don’t you take a seat next to New… Mr Newton there,” throwing in the odd glare.
“Miss can I not sit over there…” pointing next to Indie. Mrs Cape leaned closer to him, whispering gently in his ear. He swallowed a great amount of her scent, almost choking. So that was what caused Emmett to choke.
”I’m sorry CJ, but we have quite a few disruptive issues with Mr Newton, I’m wondering if you may be a calming influence on him,” CJ threw a panicked looked towards Indie, and a glare to the chortles from the back row. He knew perfectly well who would find this amusing. He strolled down the aisle, stood next to Mike, his lip sneered in distaste. He seated himself, and glared at Mike some more, contemplating whether people would honestly mind if he simply vanished…
”Oh and just so you know. No she doesn’t have a navel ring,” he muttered so quietly that Mike would hear, but imagine he was hearing things. Yet he knew perfectly well that the other three vampire’s in the room would hear.

Tag: The above.
credit: Ron for the quote
Wordcount: 1012
Listening to: Linkin park- in the end.
Notes: Sunburnt to a crisp

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[Edward Cullen]

E D W A R D CULLEN

"That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course.
But don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date.
Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking
enough for him."

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Edward looked forward, seeing Indie sitting tensely. It only took him a second to realize… well listen why. She was concerned about CJ, he didn’t blame her, he listened around him. All seemed well in the school, no sudden massacre of students, and by the looks of it Mike Newton was still alive. Unfortunately. He glared in Mike’s direction as he entered the room. Emmett was late as usual but he bounded in, and took his seat beside Edward. When Emmett started choking Edward could barely contain his laughter. It made matters worse with the damn radioactive beaver comment when Emmett had stomped on his foot to silence his laughter. “Yes radioactive beavers… they’re a real problem in England, eating bridges… tree’s… small children,” Edward managed to choke out. Spanish class seemed to just get better and better, Mrs Cape sprinted down the aisle, doing a perfect imitation of Pamela Anderson in Baywatch ready to save Emmett. Only in Baywatch they didn’t have Mike Newton present. Mrs Cape stumbled on his bag, hurtling forward; she gathered herself and growled something in Mike’s direction. Edward at this point was in near enough hysterics, his head in his hands, if he could cry he would have tears rolling down his face. The laughter was so intense it was painfully silent, only his bodies jerking movement was a clue that he was laughing. Laughter did erupt Edward though when he heard Newton’s comment about Indie and a naval piercing. He made a mental note to himself that he would have to let CJ know later, he was sure that CJ would love this piece of information. NOT.
Talking of the devil the door was flung open, and there stood CJ. His eyebrow arched quizzically assessing the situation, looking back and fourth between the two scenes. Edward grinned, welcome to Spanish. Emmett had finally stopped choking Edward gathered by the fact she had wandered over to the door and was talking to Mrs Cape. He was having the same effect on her as him and his Brother did. Edward knew she felt like a kid at Christmas, three breathtakingly beautiful boys in one class. For this privilege she would put up with that vile Newton child. Edward muttered ever so quietly ”CJ, Newton wants to know if Indie has a naval piercing…” the expression on CJ’s face reduced him to inconsolable laughter. He stood there a glare fixed on his face in Newton’s direction. God bless Mrs Cape just had to take this brilliant lesson one step further. She made CJ sit next to Mike! Edward looked at Emmett, and buried his head back in his hands chortling to himself. A loud snort escaped him though when he heard CJ’s comment about Indie’s lack of navel piercing, though he quickly disguised it as a cough. The rate this Spanish lesson was going, Newton burgers for a midmorning snack was looking very probable.

Tag: as above.
Wordcount: 489
Notes: still sunburnt to a crisp

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[Mike Newton]

"MIKENEWTON!

This day just kept getting worse and worse. Yet more of the female portion of the student body had been lost to him, swooning instead after some new student who just moved here from some place that should have allowed him to get a tan but had somehow denied him that privilege. His least favorite class found a way to become even less favorable with the addition of said new student, who had also stolen the heart of the hottest girl who didn’t find herself associated with the Cullen family. It was enough to make Mike either want to cross his arms over his chest and stick his lip out and pout, or stand up on his chair and throw a big huge tantrum demanding to know why the big cosmic force in charge of governing the universe felt the need to keep lowering the chances at winning a girl’s heart for the ordinary Joes like himself.

“Ah yes, why don’t you take a seat next to New… Mr. Newton there,”

Baffled, Mike turned to look at the spot next to him when Mrs. Cape indicated that that was where the new kid, CJ, was to sit. Every female gaze in the room fixated on him- usually a dream come true for this particular male, except sadly this time different shades and hues glared beneath mascara-ed lashes rimmed with various colors of liner. All at once, he contemplated the pros and cons of changing his sexual orientation to avoid being castrated when he least expected it. Is gaze swung back to meet Mrs. Cape’s, mouth already opened in protest; upon seeing her sharp glare his jaw snapped shut in submission and his chin sunk back to rest on his arms.

This CJ guy didn’t look any more pleased to be sitting next to him that Mike did; he would have much rather been sitting next to Indie. At least then he’d have an entire class period to try and talk her out of her head over heels adoration for the boy-band look alike currently sneering at him like it was his fault that they had to be seated adjacent to each other. “Don’t glare at me!” he hissed, completely not in the mood to have yet another person gang up on him during this numerously accursed class. He jerked his head in the old bat’s direction, silently telling the new guy who he should be blaming for not instructing him to sit next to his girlfriend.

A voice came as a whisper on the wind, pulling at his mind to pay attention. “Oh and just so you know. No she doesn’t have a navel ring,” Sky blue eyes shifted to look at CJ, blinking in confusion when the other individual was looking toward the board, no indication that he was fighting with a fit of laughter. “I’m losing my mind.” Newton decided, resting his head in his hands and tugging slightly at his hair.

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Posting with- ditto
Listening to- “Love Games” Lady Gaga
Word Count- four nine four
Notes- the food network is too distracting

[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

“Yes radioactive beavers… they’re a real problem in England, eating bridges… tree’s… small children,” “The occasional vampire’s testicle or two,” the female vampire suggested, arching an eyebrow though the two males behind her, currently occupied with laughing themselves into yet another death, wouldn’t see it. She was sure they’d get the point.

Turning to glare at Edward would have been Indie’s choice of preference when he shared the fact that Newton was wondering if she had a naval piercing- she presumed he’d seen the nose ring and wondered if one led to another. But, seeing as how that would require twisting around in her seat and the bell was just doing its hourly ritual of splitting her head in two and bringing her eardrums close to the point of exploding inside of her skull, she instead growled a warning “Shut it, Eddie-kins,” under her breath. After all, he’d somehow managed to break the wave of relief that had come surging over her when CJ walked into the room, not stained in blood or looking at her begging for forgiveness.

Mrs. Cape officially became Indie’s least favorite teacher with a single sentence that sentenced her mate to a however long it was going to be until they switched seats next to Michael Benjamin Newton. Yes, she knew his full name. Sneaking through school files kind-of became a skill that could be listed on a resume due to how often she’d had to do it over the past eighteen years.

Anyways, back to the present.

One pair of golden eyes narrowed and swung to settle on said class disrupter who Mrs. Cape believed CJ could be a calming influence, quote unquote. Though, realizing that it wasn’t his fault, Indie swung around so that she was sitting properly in her seat- rather than with one leg draped over the seat next to her to falsely reserve it for CJ- and glued her glare onto the Spanish teacher who she’d already disliked simply because of the subject she’d taught; Spanish had never been Indie’s strong point, you see. Even taking the course numerous times hadn’t strengthened her fluency in the language. A scowl fixed itself onto her pale lips, and she debated baring her teeth in a predatory fashion just to scare the teacher enough so maybe- just maybe- the vampires in the room would be able to smell fear over the drowning aroma of perfume that she must have taken a bath in every morning.

“Oh and just so you know. No she doesn’t have a navel ring,” It took all of her self restraint not to snap the pen she’d picked up like a twig; getting black ink all over this hoodie wouldn’t make the period any better. She angled her head in CJ’s direction, coaxing her voice into a pleasant, conversational tone before speaking in a voice just quiet enough that Mike would think he was hearing things while the Cullens would have no trouble hearing her. “Are you one hundred percent sure about that, Christopher? Because I wouldn’t go around blabbing personal information like that unless I was absolutely sure what I was talking about.” She flashed a devious little smirk his way before leaning forward and resting her chin in her palm, resuming the process of tapping her pen against the desk.

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Posting with- What they said
Listening to- “Vindicated” Dashboard Confessional
Word Count- five five three
Notes- You’ll never know. -cackles evilly-

[Edward Cullen]

E D W A R D CULLEN

"That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course.
But don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date.
Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking
enough for him."

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Edward chuckled under his breathe, CJ was not a happy vampire when he had told him about Mike’s question. But Edward was only being a good friend to his bestfriend Mike and attempting to get him made in Newton sausages (Newton burgers were becoming a bit bland and overused). Indies personality was running true to form. The word testicles had reduced both ancient male vampires to hysterics at the back of the classroom, men never grow up. She hadn’t liked him telling CJ about the naval piercing comment, probably because we were lucky CJ hadn’t given Newton his own fresh nipple piercing right there in the center of Spanish class. She was also now least impressed with Mrs Cape, “Now now Indie-kins there’s no need to blow a naval piercing!” this caused Edward to laugh even harder, though he knew she would probably be least impressed by this comment. He looked back to Mrs Cape who was prancing around at the front of the classroom a little more animated than usual, though she did have a slight limp from falling over the bag. More reason for her to dislike Newton. Edward was just beginning to regain some focus when Indie had to yet again take it a step further by responding to CJ’s muffled comment to Newton, who clearly thought he was losing his marbles. “Sounds like some-ones having a drought in the bedroom if you ask me Emmett,” he muttered to Emmett, not quite loud enough for the humans to hear but enough for Mike to think he was going crazy again. He heard a slight growl from CJ in response to this remark, he chuckled lightly again.
“Right class, we’re going back to doing our posters today!” Mrs cape said. ”Now lets have Emmett and Edward sweetie, you can go back to doing the display. Here’s your staple gun and glue, Newton” she barked. ”Do you think I can trust you with a pair of scissors or may you end up beheading Dexter Jaws II,” she glared at him. Edward had to admit, Mrs Cape had it in for him just as much as the Cullen brothers did. ”Oh and CJ dear, you can go work with my two favourite boys, they’ll show you the ropes, that’s ok isn’t it boys?” she said looking towards Edward.
”Yes Miss I drought… I mean doubt there will be a problem,” winking at Emmett fully aware of the innuendo all three vampires and maybe Newton who was currently probably trying to ring up the nearest psychologist would hear.

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[emmett cullen !]

whoaaa. people slow down
What happened to giving me time to reply. *sigh*

[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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JAMES

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"Yet more of the female portion of the
student body had been lost to him.Swooning instead after some new student who just moved here from some place that should have allowed him to get a tan.
But had somehow denied him that privilege."

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”Are you one hundred percent sure about that, Christopher? Because I wouldn’t go around blabbing personal information like that unless I was absolutely sure what I was talking about.” CJ turned his head, looking past Newton’s fat head to glare at Indie. He did not like Newton thinking about Indie that way at all, it was taking a rather great deal of self restraint not to rip him a navel piercing. “It isn’t making my thirst anymore manageable sweetie when this jerk is thinking about you that way,” he growled, quiet enough this time so even the two vampires at the back wouldn’t hear. He turned his head away from her and glared at the board at the front of the room, his whole body tense, he wasn’t happy about being seated next to Mike as it was.
The class just didn’t seem to help take CJ’s stress levels down at all, the was like a tightly coiled spring. He kept his eyes fixed on the clock In the corner, watching every tiny movement the clock made. He ignored everything and everyone around him, reminding himself to take shallow breathes. He was sure that Mike might find it a tad odd if the guy he was sitting next to wasn’t breathing.
“Sounds like some-ones having a drought in the bedroom if you ask me Emmett,” he heard Edward murmur, a near enough silent growl ripped through his chest.
”Belt up Cullen before I make you a nice new naval piercing to match Mike’s” he murmered, a little grin appearing on his face. He didn’t like sitting next to Newton. It was just a little to close contact to someone who obviously had a thing for the love of his existence.
CJ didn’t know whether to be relieved or stressed at the fact Mrs Cape had announced he’d be working with both the Cullen’s and Mike. The plus points were that he wouldn’t be alone with Newton so the opportunity to eat him wouldn’t be available. Yet. He through Indie a withering look and sighed.
CJ exerted just a tad too much pressure onto his pen as he was attempting to take all this stress out on the pen. It was the innuendo Edward had presented to Mrs Cape that had caused it. The pen flew from his hand, and narrowly missed impaling Mrs Cape in the eye. The pen hit the wall and went a good inch into the plaster. Everyone in the class turned to look at them.
“Mike, what the hell did you do that for!?” CJ turned to look at the boy next to him, feigning mock horror on his face. He turned to the Cullen brothers and gave them a wink, ”Did I pass?” he muttered, feeling thoroughly full of himself. ”And as for that drought in the bedroom…” he growled as he bent down next to their desks. He would let Indie get her own response for that statement.

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notes; got this done and out the way, because lord knows how much work ill have to do tomorrow

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