New Academy discussion

Lacey sat in the back at the two seater table, drawing amazingly.

Ricky kept passing by, wondering where his class was, ignoring the number on the door.

She then swore, "Shit!" She had accidentally drawn a mural on the desk.

Ricky stopped when he heard someone curse, peeking his head through the class door.

Lacey was erasing like crazy.

Ricky smiled, upon seeing miss jitter bug. Apparently, she either was erasing the heck out of her eraser, or she just reeeally hated the desk.
Hitching his bag up, he started to walk up to her with a smile. "Hey! Did someone write Di*k on your eraser or did you want to see how many strokes it takes to get to the center of pearl pink?"

She groweled, looking up at him. "No wonder you dont have a girlfriend." She said.

He raised an eyebrow, still grinning. This girl was amusing.

((i dont like ricky... you go lacey!!!))

Lacey adjusted her mini skirt, black lace garter peeking out.

(()what???)

"Mind if I sit here?" he said, pointing the the empty seat next to her.

"Wheather i do or not, your going to anyway i assume." Lacey saw it peeking out and pulled her skirt over it.

((garter? goes high up on your thigh?))

((yeah, but why would she have it?))

He smiled, warmly, taking the seat next to her.
"So what were you erasin-" he stopped as his eyes stared at the faded pencil. It was the most spectacular drawing he's ever seen! ...But it's nothing something he should see. He was already in the red by letting the fact that he wanted to paint her out, and he wasn't going to share anymore of himself, no matter how hot and cute this girl was. The boys told him to keep his techniques to himself and that's what he planned to do.
Eyes dulling, he teared his gaze from the picture and placed them towards the front of the class, one arm still draped around his chair.

((its Lacey, she likes being a tease))

Lacey swore softly as the teacher started, she should have worn a longer skirt! She bit her lip as the garter poked into sight again. Lacey ignored it now, and resumed erasing.

Ricky continued to stare straight, itching to draw himself, and ignoring the fact that she was fixing her skirt.
she should have worn a longer skirt....

(GTG BRB)

Lacey glanced over at Ricky.

Ricky gave a quick glance at her, but seeing as she was doing the same, he turned his gaze to the front once more, tensing. He blushed, but hoped she couldn't see.
The guys would be pissed if they saw how girly he was right now.

Lacey buissied herself with doodling absentmindedly on the desk again.

"So...." he started at conversation, distracting himself, "I know your name's not 'Miss Kiss My Ass' nor is it 'Miss Jitter Bug,' so may I please ask what it is?"
He smiled sweetly at her.

Lacey, She wrote in intricate design, pausing her drawing.

He looked at her drawing, weary. Lacey, it read.
"...It suits you...." he softened. It really did. Combined with her eyes it made her look irresistible.

She smiled, then drew more intricatly, I know.

He laughed at her new way of communication. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He loved how funny he was with this girl.
She was fun.

Lacey broke into a smile. "YOU TWO! Have something to say?" The teacher barcked, Lacey shook her head and scribbled: Thats why.

Ricky laughed, taking a pencil and writing: Watch this.
He gave her a devious grin before standing up straight, casually replying to the teacher, "I was just discussing with my lovely seatmate here that Sherman's march to sea, was unnecessary, due to the fact that it was overdone."
The teacher looked both shocked and intrigued, "How so, Mr. Valentine?"
Gotcha, he thought in his mind. History teachers were so easy.
"Why, Atlanta was already in his hands. In addition the south had little to offer for survival, so burning everything was unnecessary. General Sherman knew that when the war was won by the North, the economy for the South would put a toll on them both, and so it did. Yet, he burned everything anyway. Total war was useless at that point, thanks to the anaconda plan."
The teacher just stared at him before she turned back to her lecture. Ricky leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face.
History teachers are so easy...

Lacey rooled her eyes, He had me, and he lost me.
"How is it so that teachers think they can rule over a student body when all men are created equal?" Lacey stated loudly.
"I beg your pardon?" She asked, bewildered.
Lacey sighed. "School law is basically going against the laws then if they believe they can control our lives, because in this fact, all men are not created equal if you rule over us. So which is it?" Lacey looked her, her eyes on the teached zit on her chin.
The teacher was speachless. "Well..."

Ricky chuckled. So he wasn't the only one to play with teacher's minds...?
He waited for the teacher's answer, raising an eyebrow, "I think I'd like to know that answer as well..."

"Um, well, ugh, CLASS DISMISSED!"
Lacey grinned and stood, not bothering to erase her desk, and slid a note into Rickys front pocket, deep, into his pocket.

Ricky checked out the girl farther away from them. Sure she was cute, and he liked her answer...but...
"Now there's a point," he commented, grinning at her. He tried to ignore Lacey's hand in his pocket as she stuffed something down there. His mind wasn't the only thing that tried to ignore it..

((what should the note say???))

(( Hey, you flirt, meet me at the lake, skip class. ))

Lacey headed out of the school.

Ricky watched as the two girls left, wondering to himself why the other girl had ignored his comment. It didn't sound like sarcasm, did it? He hoped not.
Getting his bag, he took out his sketchbook-now that no one was around-to draw the face of an angel. Lacey.
This period was chorus-which he skips usually-so he figured he would go to his room to paint.
He was so focused on the drawing that he forgot about the note in his pocket.

((don't worry, he'll make it ;^)))

Officer Berk walked into the room to find it empty. "Well, he always knew his History, but c'mon, kid. Give me a freakin sign!"
He was beginning to wonder if he should've kept the picture he gave that girl... He thought as he took off his hat to rub his bald head. He decided to head towards the other water source, the lake.

(tori! talk to me!)

(Im goin to the lake)

Lacey trailed her fingers over the desk, frowning. Her drawings with her first conversation with Ricky, ever, stay remained. This brought tears to her etes as she traced the drawings.

(so no grilled cheese i take it?)

((i posted there))