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Post by Ian Roberts on Jun 7, 2008 0:45:00 GMT -5
November 2nd, 2 pm[/u] Ian stood in the middle of the book store. He needed a stupid book called Our Town... He didn't want to read it, but if he wanted to pass, he had to. He hated english, and to top it off, he hated book stores. The smell made him sick.
He looked around, completely stunned as to whether he should look left or right for this damn book. Oh wait... it was a play... his bad. He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and sighed heavily. He really wanted a cigarette right now. Hell, he could use a good beer at the moment. Infact he really wanted anything that didn't have to do with this store at the moment.
Ian licked his soft lips and headed for the door. If he had to, he'd just get the spark notes and read over them. How hard could it be anyway? He was a genious at talking his way threw anything anyway. He pulled a ciggy out of his pocket as he exited the store. He lit it quickly and took a long soothing drag. This is exactly what I needed. His light blue eyes scanned the parking lot for his shiny black porsche.
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Post by Renee Jacobs on Jun 7, 2008 0:58:25 GMT -5
Renee headed off to the library's entrance, wearing her now-brunette dyed her into a ponytail in the way. She needed to find a book for her Humanities class; something about communications and blah. She barely remembered the stupid name, but she had brought a list with the different book names so she wouldn't forget what she had to get.
On her way, she noticed Ian Roberts; the guy she had had a crush on when she began studying on Hastings. What a coincidence. He seemed to be smoking, relived about something.
God, he's a smoker, Renee thought to herself. She hated smoking; thought it was disgusting. But Ian was too much of a hottie to be hated by her disgust towards cigarrettes.
Whatever, like if ectasy was any different, she thought, reminding herself of the bad habits she secretly had. Renee decided to approach to him after some hesitation; not smiling, but just as if she had barely noticed Ian. It was good he was all alone by himself.
"Hey, Ian. It's me, Renee. From school." she said, half-smiling, trying not to sound too flirty or anything. "How you been?"
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Post by Ian Roberts on Jun 7, 2008 1:10:48 GMT -5
Ian exhaled slowly, allowing the smoke to rise into the air in swirls. He rubbed the back of his neck casually. As his eyes traveled around looking for his car, he noticed a very sexy girl walking toward him. The soft brown locks bouncing behind her kept his attention rather sufficiently. His signature smirk fell upon his face as he glanced her up and down in the regular fashion. He dropped his cigarette and rubbed it out with his foot as she walked up to him.
"Hey, Hun. Haven't talked to you in awhile." He was rather glad that she had said her name, otherwise, he would have been at an utter loss. He couldn't remember names if it depended on his life. With partying so much... it wasn't all to easy to remember shit these days. "How are you doing?" He enquired casually. |
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Post by Renee Jacobs on Jun 7, 2008 1:28:31 GMT -5
Renee noticed as Ian smirked at the sight of her approaching. Pretending to have ignored that, she kept staring back at him, bitting her lip seductively, hoping she didn't look like a slut. But she couldn't help it; Ian was totally hot.
As he answered back to her, she could tell he wasn't much familiar with the name, staring at her like if she had never seen her before.
"I'm good, I guess. I was just dropping to get some books." she said without an amazement, but nervous on the inside; tying to hide it as hard as she could. "How about you?" she asked, looking from his face to his chest to the cigarrette lying on the floor, then back at his bored eyes.
"That's gonna kill you." Renee couldn't help but say, staring at the cigarrette once more. Then she thought what she had just said was stupid, so she changed the subject. "So, partied lately?"
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