One x One So Come On discussion

Here we are! :)

Hi, I have an idea if you won't mind.

-Bad boy, good girl. I haven't really done this, and I'd like to be the girl if you won't mind as I'm nearly always the guy in every roleplay.

Sounds good, and yeah you can be the girl. I don't mind being the guy.

"I'm never seen. I'm the last cloud floating across the skies. I'm just...not there. Sometimes I wish I could just go away and disappear for a few days. Just to let them know I exist."


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{First Name} Laila (Lie-lah)
{Middle Name} Sofia (So-fee-ah)
{Last Name} Akrami (Ah-krah-mee)
{Nickname:} Not applicable.

{Age} Seventeen years of current age.
{Birthday} August 15th.

{Gender} Of feminine origin. (♀ xx)
{Sexuality} Heterosexual.

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"Once in a lifetime, you meet that special someone. That someone that took your breath away every single time. That someone that caused your heart to shatter into a million shards and fall like rain."

{Social standing and/or group name}

Nerd/Reserved Girl/Overachiever/Introverted Girl/Never Noticed

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Appearance:




║▌ Laila is perhaps one of the lucky few graced with natural beauty. Born in one of the most prominent cities in Bulgaria, Laila has been the reincarnation of her great-great grandmother, notably similar in terms of looks when put into comparison. Her face is a nice oval shape and very small, complimenting the other features that complete it. Her eyes are wide and almond-shaped, complimented by naturally long eyelashes and the shade of dark, molten chocolate. Her hair is a lovely dark brown, falling in cascading locks and earning its rich pigmentation due to the profuse amounts of eumelanin gracing it. In the winter, however, when kissed with bountiful sunlight, it may appear ashen for some unknown reason.

High cheekbones are well-rewarded, a squared-off jaw softly narrowing into a proportionate chin. Her lips are of average size, perhaps a bit more full than an average person's. Her eyebrows are generally left a natural thickness,and are quite arched. Though many of her features can easily be enhanced by the simple usage of make-up, Laila does not prefer to add anything artificial to her flawless application as she presumes that what nature has given her shall be used as is, since it would only be contradicting and possibly leading her to look like a courtesan.

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"You think you know me.
You know my favorite color.
You know who I'm crushing on.
You know my secrets.
You think you've got it all figured out in your little head.
Little do you know that I'm slowly falling apart inside,wilting
Like a Rose."

{Personality}

Laila is a slightly sententious young lady, not wishing to speak with others as commonly as another might. She is not one who is extremely social, nor is she one who is a misanthropic miser. She has a voice, a soft one that struggles to be heard over the din of the others. She is not one who tends to express herself readily; however, when asked of her opinion, she mostly gives her truthful feelings.

At first glance, Laila might seem like a friendly person, talkative and bubbly. After all, her looks certainly rank top when concerning of her simple yet stylish apparels. But what those who probe and near closer realize is she's extremely taciturn. She never opens up, never spills her darkest secrets to anyone, not even those closer to her; her dearest family and motley of friends. One would even be lucky to receive a small laugh from her; 'tis not that she has no humorous demeanor, but that what Laila presumes to be her bearings are not at all what she expected.

Most often, Laila is the one found consoling many with their lists of problems. She is the receptor of many hysterical sobs and rage, the courtesy of many clueless males clumsily revealing their secretive affairs from those loyal in their intimate relationships. Mind you, she does not speak earnestly in optimism; she believes the whole "you can do better, sweetheart" is just a lovely facade of the harsh truth that lies beneath it. It is not that she believes that negative things happen all the time, but most of the time, the joy that humans feel is just a mask for upcoming pain.

Onward to academics, intelligence is quite high of her; at age 3, she was perfectly capable of handling multiplication and division; by eight, she managed to master algebra easily by herself. Perhaps it might be because her parents pushed her to strive for success at an extremely young age before they abandoned her with their early submission to death, but Laila has always comfortable with academics.

Flaunting, though, of her many aptitudes, Laila finds immensely irritating. What nature has graced her with, she has accepted. She believes those noticing of her skills need not say more in terms of praise, but rather treat her the same as she is.

Immigrating from Bulgaria has put further problems on the already heavy burden Laila carries. Defined by her natural beauty and strange yet intriguing accent, she was the new talk of the city. Rumors swiftly spread, glancing from the subjects of what shampoo she used to what color her toothbrush was. Not for once, Laila has been the receptor of many crude wolf-whistles and toothy grins by lusty males. While the attention did its best to embarrass and flatter her, as seen by the sudden appearance of a crimson hue gracing her cheeks and her paroxysmal tendency to look at her feet, Laila did not want anything more than silence.

Often times, Laila can seem immensely the opposite of arbitrary; many, if not all, of her decisions are based on careful reasoning and logic is her best friend when making such choices. However, at rare occasions, Laila can seem to loosen up and have a "What the hell" moment, though, mind you, a careless Laila is not something one would expect to see on a regular basis.

While it does not seem, Laila is the receiver of many, many hardships and limitations that lessened her wonder of life significantly; much of the negative events that have happened to her have greatly been concentrated upon with heavy grief and rage, along with desolation focusing at certain parts.


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"My past is a distant thing, something that is not tangible now. No one can feel it, touch it, harm it. My present is the current events, paroxysmal. It can sneak up on you one day, the other day make itself known to you by standing in front of you. My future is undecided, but the paths I have traveled, starting way back from the past and intertwining with the present, are not over. They are all leading to one thing, the future. And right now, I don't know if I'm going the right way or not, but all I'm going to do is continue running along the tracks."

{History}

"One more, just one more," the midwife encouraged. Miri Akrami wheezed and panted, sweat dribbling down her forehead. "One...more...," she breathed. The midwife nodded. "One more," she repeated breathlessly. Miri bit at her lip hard before screaming, putting in all her quickly dwindling strength. The midwife gasped at the panting woman. "She is here." Miri looked at her, wide-eyed. "She...here?" The midwife smiled exuberantly. "I want...see...Her..." The midwife bundled up the infant with a loose blanket, placing it gingerly into the waiting hands of Miri. The infant glanced up at Miri before erupting into peals of musical laughter. Miri smiled, her husband coming into the room at hearing a new voice. "She's beautiful, isn't she, Amir," she laughed. Amir smiled, pride and delight emanating from him at the new knowledge that he was a father. "And born right before the strike of midnight..." Miri and Amir looked at each other before murmuring simultaneously: "Laila."

And 'twas the name given to the wriggling infant. Laila. Night beauty.

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Explosions. They filled the sky. Deafening cracks. No one was safe outside. The walls that served as their shelter barely stood under the great bombs. They were cuddled, father and mother, daughter snuggled betwixt them. And yet each sound that echoed, each crack that ricocheted off their walls, ruined the temporarily safe redolence that surrounded them. "Mummy," the little girl cried at the sound of yet another crack. "There,there, Laila-jan," Miri looked worriedly at her husband. "What torture is this for an innocent eleven-year-old," she whispered. Amir shook his head solemnly, patting Laila's small back. "Let us hope God will take care of us..."

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Six months had passed and still the haunting whistles of bombs pervaded their haven. Laila was taken under the hand of her parents who fervently taught her all they knew. Algebra, Laila managed to master on her own, based on the slightest tidbits her parents passed on to her of the subject. Biology, literature, history...these subjects were focused upon intensely; Miri and Amir knew they wouldn't have much time.

Now fourteen, Laila was blossoming up to be a beautiful flower. Her brown locks had grown to cascade along her back, her eyes now lit with an inquisitive fervor. Many things she had curiosity of at a younger age, she knew; her knowledge continued to grow even under the terrifying bombs that dropped upon their homeland.

Then, it was one night. Her mother handed her a worn suitcase and told her to pack all of her belongings and clothes. Confused, Laila followed her mother's instructions, then being met by her father who handed her a passport. "Now look, Laila-jan," her father instructed lovingly. "You have to get out of this country. It won't be safe for such a lovely flower as yourself, hmm? There will be a truck. You will be carried to the safest city near us, Rila, okay? There will be a guard. Hand him your passport and he will stamp it. Everything will be soon alright; you will be flying over to America and you will be safe, hmm? Your uncle and aunt will take good care of you. Now be brave, my gul."

"But what about Madar and you, Papa?" The worry shone in Laila's lovely eyes. He kissed the top of her forehead. "We cannot come. They will find it suspicious that we will be going together. But we will come after you, okay? I promise." Tears shone in his eyes and he embraced her, wrapping her with the faint smell of pine. "We promise." Laila's mother, who was watching the scene through tear-clouded eyes, ran over to them, hugging them all. "Be brave, Laila...Be brave."

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It had been two years. Laila was in safe hands with her aunt and uncle. But in those two years, her parents had not come like they promised. Where were they? Did they get caught? Were they executed? Did they lie to her? This last thought she dismissed quickly. Madar and Padar would not lie to their daughter, would they? The phone rang. Four words. "Your parents were killed."

Silence.

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{Pets} -

{Family}

Miri Akrami
Amir Akrami

{Crush} Open.

{Relationship Status} Single.


((Your character doesn't have to be this long.))

Name: Niklaus Aleksandrov
Nicknames: Nik or Klaus
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark brown hair and light blue eyes

Personality: > Nick is nice and caring, but he can also be conceded and self absorbed. He has a terrible temper, but he would never harm anyone he cared about no matter how mad they made him. He has a bit of a bad reputation when it comes to the ladies. He is known as a player, but has never and he would never cheat on a women. He doesn’t ever show it but he is really smart. He is protective of the people he cares about and he would do anything for them. He is loyal and trustworthy and always does his best to keep every promise that he makes.

He will do anything for his family. He is very protective of his sister, he would do anything for her.

History: Niklaus had sort of a rough childhood. His family had to move from town to town. Sometimes having to move more then twice a year, because his dad keep getting in trouble with the wrong people. His dad continually said that it would be different in the next town, but it never was.

One time in Atlanta, Georgia there house was robbed or more like attacked by some people that Niklaus’s dad upset. Some how they all managed to survive it though . But after that Niklaus sort of took on the fatherly role, since his dad got sent to jail with the guys who attacked them. Niklaus started to take care of his sister more so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about it.

At home Niklaus it’s all about taking care of his family because that’s what he has to do. But at school and pretty much everywhere else he’s a bad boy, not bad like his father, but not always to far from it. He gets in trouble at school a lot, for talking back. Sometime even for smoking on school grounds. He’s never been arrested but his mother is worried that he’s going to.
Relationship status: Single
Family:
~ Mother Nikolina Aleksandrov (39)
~ Father Alexander Aleksandrov (39)
~ Sister: Svetlana Aleksandrov (8)
Other: Has two wolf dogs. (One male and one female.) They are both very protective dogs. They’re not aggressive though, they are actually very kind and loving. Though if they sense something off about you they may not be so nice. They’re more wolf then dog, they don’t usually act like it though. They are both one year old.
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Social standing and/or group name: He has lots of friends, though he is not popular, but he's not a loser either. He may not be popular but he's not messed with or made fun of either.

He is known as the bad boy of the school. He's most bad at the school but he comes at a close second. He is almost always in trouble. He talks back to the teachers when ever he has a chance. He smokes on school grounds. Not because he necessarily likes to smoke but because he's not aloud to. Once he was even caught with alcohol on school grounds, he hadn't been drinking any of it though. It had been in his backpack and he just said his drunk dad must have out it there by accident. They didn't even check his story, they didn't even care enough to know that his father was in prison. They just didn't want to bother with punishing him.

Everyone thinks they know him because of the way he acts, but no one really does. Not even his best friends. No ones really cared enough to take the time to get past the rough exterior and get to the nice and kind guy he is.

Sorry that it took me so long to post and that it's so short. I'm not very good at the whole descriptive character bio thing. I'm more descriptive in the actual role-play part though.

Oh and I love your character. Very good.

((Oh, it's alright! I also focus on the RP, too.))

Laila sighed softly as she approached the entrance of the school. Another day to endure. Being ignored. No friends. Homework. Tests. Laila bit her lip as she walked towards her locker, entering her combination and waiting to hear the resounding click of her open locker. Sometimes it was nice to have the solitude; no one would be constantly pestering her of her emotions and enlighten her with stupid gossip. On the other hand, though, it would be nice to be acknowledged once or another, have someone to always be there to say hello and walk with her to and fro to her classes. But Laila knew it wouldn't work. Aside from the lustful attention offered to her in profuse amounts by the males that populated the school and the teacher, there was really no one who noticed her presence. She was only known for raising her hand and answering questions asked by the teacher concerning academics and thus labeled a nerd. Sure, maybe she would receive a kind smile from the girls who desperately tried to take her under their wing, but...her desolation parted the seams of her life too severely that she could not enjoy her life. Ever since that message claiming her parent's deaths, she was...never the same. Laila might have been growing well on the outside exterior; her foreign beauty was much to behold and her knowledge capacity was that to cause envy for the others nerds. But inside she was slowly collapsing and unless someone entered into her life and forced open her true emotions gently, she wouldn't stand a chance.

Laila sighed, having long deposited her academic necessities and leaning against her locker, head slightly ducked, allowing her dark brown locks to curtain her lovely face slightly. She gnawed at her bottom lip thoughtfully as she registered the loud squeals and shrieks of the nearby clique of girls. "Oh my god, oh my god! Nik's hair is just so perfect and delicious! I just wanna run my fingers through it, I mean, total hotness alert!" Laila watched the other girls respond in feminine affirmative with their own squeals and quick nods. Her own thoughts of Nik were slightly more innocent; Laila believed he would not notice her presence much like the others, so why bother fawning over his good looks?

Nik grabbed his back pack and climbed out of his old, beat up, truck. It wasn't that great but it was all that he had so he had to use it. Not that he cared all that much about it either way. He closed the door behind him and slowly made his way up to the school. Trying to drag out the inevitable, he hated school. Though he was good at it, he wasn't no straight A student but he was practically a straight B student. Not that any of his teachers cared much about his grades. As far as he could tell the teachers couldn't wait for him to be just out of there, whether it be from graduating or dropping out.

After a while Nik, regrettably made it up to the school. He sighed and went inside. He walked in and slowly walked to his locker. He really didn't pay all that much attention to those around him, he never did. He didn't really see the need to, as long as he stayed out his his way and he stayed out of theirs there wouldn't be any problem. Not that he wouldn't mind causing a little trouble.

When Nik got to his locker he put the combination into the lock and opened the door. He grabbed his homework out of his backpack and put it in his locker. He hung his back pack on one of the hooks and slowly grabbed the things that he would need for his first hour class. Once he had everything he needed he closed his locker and made his way to class, taking his time as he did.

The bell soon rang, signalling all to head to their respective classes. Laila sighed softly, clutching her books to her chest as she walked, evading those males who leered at her and fitting in right at the near end of the pack of girls who were also headed in the same destination. Keeping the air of reticence and taciturnity well, she could hear perfectly well that the previous girls she had encountered were not the only one obsessed with the school's popular bad boy. She turned her head slightly, noticing that ironically, Nik was walking along the same direction as them. Of course...he's in your homeroom, stupid, she thought, biting her lip. Shaking her head slightly at her own stupidity, she was in the midst of a great distraction at the male and his obvious debonairness. His ocular certainly was a lovely pigmentation and his hair...yes, she supposed it was quite nice. Lost in the thoughts of perceiving Nik, she lost her step whilst in her once-maintained peregrination and tripped, falling right against Niklaus as luck would have it.

Nik was walking to his homeroom class, still ignoring those around him. None of his friends had the same homeroom as him so they were all going in the opposite direction. As Nik was walking some girl bumped into him, Laila that's who it was, he realized not recognizing her right a way. She's in his homeroom he remember shortly after.

When Laila fell into Nik, his first instinct was to yell and be mean, but he stopped himself before he did. "Watch where your going" he said. Okay so he doesn't have that great of a filter when it comes to the things he says. He kind of felt bad, not guilty bad, but it's not like the girl meant to run into him right. Besides he didn't really right be mean to girls, well unless they're teachers. Nik smiled kindly at Laila "Sorry" he said meaning for being rude to her. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Laila's pretty countenance immediately glowed pink from embarrassment and shyness. "O-Oh...I...I...I'm s-so s-sorry..." She bit her lip shyly, looking downwards at the floor in profuse embarrassment as her beautiful Bulgarian-British accent came across her stammers of apology. God, you're such a klutz, she angrily thought, mentally beating herself up for making herself look like a fool in front of him.

She noticed conflicting emotions passing across his face; annoyance, anger, pity, and the current: assurance. Her long eyelashes fluttered innocently; truth be told, Laila was a beauty of innocence. "I...er...I'm f-fine..." She smiled self-consciously, still blushing.

Nik smiled and nodded slightly he thought for a moment before asking"Do you want to walk with me?" he asked, meaning to homeroom. He asked because, he still felt sort of bad about snapping at her over nothing and plus she was really pretty. Not that he was all about looks or anything. It's just that he'd never really noticed her before, though she really shouldn't take that personally he never really noticed anyone. Plus she kind of has a cute accent, he thought to himself after he heard her stammer an apology.

Laila gnawed at her bottom lip adorably, surprised. He can't possibly mean me, she thought. However, seeing as he was looking at her with an unfathomably charming expression, she smiled slightly. "O-Okay..."

Nik smiled and slowly started walking to homeroom with her. "So uh.... how are you?" he asked not sure what else he should say. He wasn't very used to the whole being nice and talking to people thing. Well people, other then his friends that is.

Laila hesitated. She wasn't much for conversation, hence explaining her stutters and stammers in her speech. Having not talked to one at around the same age group as her was...unnerving. She did not know what to say of herself and she was grateful for his offer of rolling the ball, regardless that he, too, seemed a bit reluctant. "Um...I'm...er...f-fine...H-How about y-you?" To be honest, she was quite scared and nervous of being around him; what if she made a mistake in her speech or something? He probably thinks I'm unattractive as well, she thought dismally.

Nik smiled "I'm good, well other then the whole having to be in school thing" he said jokingly. Nik actually kind of that her stuttering was cute. He was kind of getting tired of all the other girls that talked to him. They all practically threw themselves at him, well not all of them but the ones that did here kind of annoying.

Laila giggled musically, her first laugh in what seemed like years. "I u-understand...school's kind of a bore sometimes..." She canted her head to the side, smiling and anticipating his reply.

"Sometimes, try all the time" Nik said with a smile. "Though it would seem that I like it because, I always seem to get a few extra hours added on" he said jokingly, meaning detention.

Laila laughed once more. It was amazing; her expressions of delight came...easily when she was near Nik. As she prepared to answer, a muscular boy came up behind them, slapping Nik's back in a brotherly fashion. "Hey, bro. I see you're workin' on a new girl today, huh?" He winked, implying that Nik was going to have sex with Laila. "Nice one, bro," he smirked, appraising Laila hungrily and licking his lips slightly. "I'm going to take her after you, 'kay?"

Nik grimaced and shook his head slightly "Yeah not gonna happened" he said meaning that his friend wasn't going after her next and that he wasn't looking to have sex with Laila. He didn't mean for it to sound mean, but it kind of came out that way. "We're uh.. just friends" he said giving Laila a small smile. He wasn't embarrassed by Laila, it's just that he was kind of thrown off guard by that comment. He really hadn't thought of Laila as girl whose pants he was trying to get into.

Laila was, to say, shocked at how the boy spoke. Seeing as she had quite the innocent mind, she did not understand what he meant by 'working on a new girl', but she suspected that it was something along the lines of coitus. She also wasn't reassured easily by his small smile; this guy seemed like a raging monster unable to contain his lusty feelings. She bit her lip nervously, unconsciously moving into Nik, as if trying to shift away from the boy.

"Oh, come on, Nik," the boy drawled, adjusting his letter jacket self-consciously. "You got a freaking hot babe in your hands and you're not gonna take advantage of her? Loosen up a bit and relax...geez. I mean, look at her." He awarded Laila another lusty gaze. "She's just...she has a perfect body."

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Nik smiled "Yeah, I know she's hot" he said "But unlike you I don't jump into the sack with every hot girl that I meet" he said. He looked down at Laila as she bumped into him again. He felt kind of sorry for her. She probably wasn't used to this kind of stuff.

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Laila blushed slightly at hearing the two boys discuss her...hotness factor. The thing was, she had always been insecure of herself, whether 'twas her body or mind. And to see and hear that she was viewed as hot was...nice to hear. Regardless, she was still unnerved by the presence of the boy, to whom she had still not been given an alias to refer to him as. Muscles would do for now as Laila presumed in the most logical manner that she would not encounter him again. At least she hoped so.

The boy looked at Nik for a moment. "Then it's best that I don't waste this free opportunity given," he murmured quietly before grabbing Laila's hand. "Ta, ta...I'll be back all fresh and relieved." He turned to Laila. "And you, babe, you're going to be mine."

Nik sighed "Just leave her alone Wyatt(?)" he said seeing that Laila really didn't look like she wanted anything to do with this guy. "Besides, BriLynn has been checking you out all week" he said talking about the very attractive co captain of the cheer-leading squad. "And you know what BriLynn's reputation." he said with a small smile.

Laila sighed gratefully as she saw Wyatt's eyes widen in understanding. "You're...you're right, dude. She has such a great ass. Yeah...forgive me..., Lola? Is that your name? Whatever. And thanks, man." He nudged Laila away from him lightly and headed in the direction of his homeroom, effectively following the beautiful cheerleader. Once he was gone, Laila breathed a sigh of relief. "T-Thank you..."

Nik smiled and smiled slightly, "No problem" he said as he walked into homeroom with her. They walked in just as the bell rang. Nik went and found a seat in the back of the room.

The only spot available at this point was in the front. Laila sighed, plopping her books down and sitting down daintily, her posture ram-rod and already in attentive position. The teacher smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Alright, class. Today, we are going to be reviewing the parts of the brain." She adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses.

Nik sighed and slumped down in his desk. He didn't really pay all that much attention to the teacher as she began to lecture about the brain. Occasionally he would look over at Laila and watch her for a second before turning his gaze to some other random object in the room.

"Who can name the tissue that separates the right cerebrum from the left?" The teacher looked around for a suitable candidate. "Laila?" A knowing smile played upon the teacher's lips.

"The...er...corpus callosum, also known as the colossal commisure,is a wide, flat bundle of neural fibers beneath the cortex in the eutherian brain at the longitudinal fissure. It is the largest white matter structure in the brain, consisting of 200–250 million contralateral axonal projections, and facilitates inter-hemispheric communication." Laila bit her lip nervously, her pretty brown eyes shining in confidence at the correct statements she knew by heart. She twirled a lock of her dark brown hair with her index finger.

Nik smiled small as he heard Laila answer the teachers question. He had no idea if she was right or not,but he was pretty sure that she was. Though that was mostly because she was a nerd. She was always answering the teachers question. Really she was the only one that answered the teachers questions. Not that Nik really noticed all that often. Most of the time he wasn't paying attention but when he was Laila would be answering questions.

Nik didn't really know much about the brain or anything else about the body. He didn't really ever pay attention in class in any class really. But he always some how managed to end the quarter with a B or higher for each class. He was a smart kid, he just never acted like it.

With a small sigh Nik sat forward and started drawing in his sketchpad. He loved to draw and he was pretty good at it to. Right now he was drawing a valley with a single tree in the middle of it. The tree had twisted limbs turning every which way. The branches were barren. It looked kind of cool.

The teacher was rendered breathless. "Well," she finally spoke, "that was certainly what I didn't expect, but...yes, Laila...that is correct."

Laila smiled beautifully in delight, attentively paying attention to the teacher's lecture on the brain as she took notes diligently. She spared a few glances at Nik's way, seeing him sketch something out.

Nik took his time and slowly drew out what he wanted. Soon he could barely hear what the teacher was saying. After a little bit Nik stopped drawing and looked down at his work. He smiled small thinking that it looked pretty good. He looked around the room for a second to see what the teacher was moaning on about now. He looked over at Laila and saw her taking notes about as fast if not faster then the teacher was giving them.

He looked back down at his drawing and thought a moment. Not really sure what he should add to it. Or if he should even add anything at all.

The teacher looked around, pausing in her lecture before her eyes narrowed. "Mr. Aleksandrov," she said in a quiet but deadly tone. "How nice of you to join in our discussion, drawing. Perhaps, it's a sketch of the brain that you are currently occupied with?" Her voice was steely with sardonicity. "Absolutely unacceptable behavior," she muttered as she closed in towards Nik.

Laila watched, her eyes slightly filled with fear for Nik. He didn't really deserve this, did he?

Nik looked up at the teacher and smiled lazily. "Nope, not a brain" he said setting his pencil down on his desk. "It's way to interesting to be something you're teaching about." he said in a tone of voice that showed he really didn't care about what the teacher had to say. This happened a lot and he was pretty used to it.

The teacher's eyes glinted maliciously as she picked up his sketch pad. "I don't tolerate arrogance in my class, mister. So unless you have something pertaining to the discussion to contribute," she punctuated her words as she slowly ripped his drawing up into small pieces, "I want you out of my classroom."

Nik nodded slightly, he really didn't like that she tore his drawing, but he could just draw it again later. So he really didn't care all that much. "Oh I have plenty to say" he said slowly taking his stuff and standing up. "But I really don't feel like making an old lady cry today." he said, meaning her. "So I think I'll just leave" he said and started walking down the aisle to leave.

The expression on the teacher's face was pure surprise and shock; she couldn't believe how the boy had spoken to her. Nevertheless, she did not show any further sign of reaction to his statement by continuing her lecture.

Laila could not believe the audacity and bravado Nik mustered to speak against the teacher. But then again, the teacher did somewhat deserve it. She was worried for him and so she couldn't help it. "Um...Miss. Thatcher? I...I think I could h-help Nik with his s-studies outside. He...uh...I want to...er...h-help him." The teacher looked at Laila, smiling warmly. "Oh, but of course."

Laila bolted from her seat, running outside to find Nik.

Nik was standing in the door way of an open door, an outside door. Nik was leaning against the frame of the door looking off into the distance. He didn't have his school stuff with him anymore. He had dropped it off in his locker on his way to the door. He liked it here because no teachers ever really went to that exact spot of the school. So it was the perfect place to just get away from everyone and an even better spot to smoke. It was a good place, a place were you would most likely not get got.

Nik leaned lazily against the frame. Looking somehow graceful and cool as he did. He held a cigarette limply in his hand occasionally bringing it up to his mouth and taking a hit as he looked outside. He loved the view as well. There was a small wooded area and a creek just beyond the football field and it looked nice.

Laila ran through the empty hallways, her rich brown waves flying gracefully from side to side as she looked around for Nik. This hadn't been the first time he had gladly retired out of class to cease his disturbance, but this was the first time for her to react. And in this way, too.

Laila pushed open the door, calling out Nik's name softly. "Nik?" She shivered slightly as the cold air brought goosebumps to her lovely skin. She didn't see that Nik was right behind her.

Nik looked at Laila, surprised that she was here. "Hey" he said from behind her and brought the cigarette up to his mouth and took a hit from it. "What are you doing out here?" he asked her causally.

Laila swiftly turned around, caught off-guard. "Oh...um...I...uh...the teacher...I...," she sighed, annoyed at her frequent stammers. "I...er...thought you'd like some...company?" Her statement evolved into a question at the near end because she was hesitant on concluding that he wished for company; after all, he seemed to be at peace currently with his cigarette.

She tucked a few locks of her brown hair behind her ear, a habit that came to be when she was nervous.

"Cool" Nik said with a small smile. He was kind of glad that she came out here looking for him. He like her company and he kind of thought she stuttering was cute. He took another hit from his cigarette finishing it as he did. He dropped it on the ground and stepped on it to put it out.

The wind blew slightly ruffling Nik's hair a bit. The wind was kind of cold, but it didn't really bother Nik because he was wearing his leather jacket. (He's dressed like he is in the photo above. Minus the sunglasses.)

Laila smiled slightly, adjusting her hair once more self-consciously. "So...er...um..." She was gazing at his movements; they were so graceful. She moved a bit closer to him, looking at him closely with her lovely brown eyes. "Um...pardon me for my stammers, but...I'm no good at conversations," she laughed slightly, ashamed.



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Nik laughed a bit "It's fine" he said looking at her, with his light blue eyes. "I think it's kind of cute" he said with a smile. He saw what she was wearing and thought that she must be cold. "You cold?" he asked slowly taking off his jacket to give to her. He knew that they could just go back inside, but he didn't really want to go in just yet.

Laila blushed and looked down shyly. When he offered his jacket, she reluctantly took it, slipping it on, the sleeves too big for her. "Thanks," she whispered, slowly forcing herself to look at him.

Nik smiled at her, she looked cute in his jacket. It was to big for her, but it still looked pretty good. "Your welcome" he said.

"So...er...you're quite the talk when it comes to girls..." Laila raised an eyebrow, smiling as she meant how the girls swooned over his good looks.

Nik smiled and nodded slightly "Yeah," he said with a small shrug. "And you're quite the talk of the guys" he said with a smile.

Laila blushed, flattered. "No, I'm not," she denied. "It's those cheerleaders."