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Mari walked into the classroom. looking at all the cameras on the table. ' wow' as she seen a blue Fuji film '10'. she always wanted one of those cameras.

Ashton ran a hand through his hair, boredly waiting for the bell to rang. He glanced over at Alexandra whom was seated right across from him flashing her a grin. He loved photography but yet right now he was not in the mood to listen to it. He was nervous about two things tonight. Firstly, not embarrassing himself infront of Alexandra at the dance studio, and secondly hoping that Gwen would say yes to going to homecoming with him. That's when he realized that he didn't want the period to end. He wanted to stay in this moment forever that not do the two things he had planned to do. He let out a sight and muttered under his breath so that no one else could here, "I'm such a pussy."

Once the bell rang, he wanted to let out a groan but didn't even though he knew he was going to suck at dancing. He grabbed his bag and shoved his notebook inside as he walked over to Alexandra's desk, "Hey."

"Hey" she said with a smile, looking up from her doodles. "I didnt know you were in this class. " he looked a littlenervous, but she decided not tocomment on it. Suddenly another shadow loomed over her desk. "Hello Alexandra" an all too familiar voicesaid.
She looked, swallowinf hard. "Erm, hello, mr. Anderson."

"Yeah," Ashton responded as he ran a hand through his hair and noticed the tension between Mr. Anderson and Alexandra. He made a mental note to ask her about it later, "Um, I guess I'll see you like later?"

"Yea, meet at my house?" She said with a smilr, keeping her eyes on Ashton. "AndI'm sure you could come sit over here if you'd like, I'm sure Mr. Anderson wouldn't mind" she said pointedly, still not looking at the teacher

"Yeah. I'll just take a seat and wait over there," Ashton responded, awkwardly running a hand through his hair before turning towards the desk that Alexandra was pointing towards. He felt the tension in the hair and he was started to wonder what had occurred between the two of them.

Alexandra smiled over at him as Mr. Anderson walked to the front of the class.
Mr. Anderson stood at the front of the classroom, hands in his pockets, casualy leaning against the front of his desk. "Welcome to Digital Arts everyone" A goofy grin sat across his wide lips.

((should we skip now that the tension has been built?))

((Sure. Skip till he picks her up? ))

((sure! I'll post))