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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Aug 15, 2011 15:11:54 GMT -5
Two days and avoiding Jezalee had been a lot harder than anticipated. They still had classes together, and seeing her was like a sting to all of Jem's nerves. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He couldn't get it out of his mind, no matter what he did. It bothered him more knowing he couldn't get it out..as if he enjoyed it, which was certainly far from true. He was going insane, and he wouldn't get close to normal again until he had time away from Jezalee, or until her actions were explained..which wasn't going to happen with the distance he was putting between them.
Walking into history gave him a slight sense of happiness as it always had. It was his best and favorite subject. Even though Jezalee was in that class, he sat far enough away from her to ignore her without difficulty. Curiosity overcame the blonde boy as he noticed a mob of students near the door of the classroom. Once he got closer to the door, he saw the cause of the crowd. There was a project for the class, and a sheet of paper on the door indicating pairs of students. Not thinking of the worst, he waited for his turn and inched his way to the list. As soon as he read it, his heart sank. Why did he have to be so damn unlucky?
History was the part of the day he enjoyed, the homework he gave his true effort. Now, the one class he had a teacher he was fond of would be ruined. For the next couple weeks, Jeremy had been paired to work with Jezalee Cross. Turning slightly pale, he turned to walk to his seat as other students dispersed, meeting up with their partners around the room. Jem didn't see Jezalee yet. Maybe she died. Or maybe.. she had already seen the list and bailed. He sat nervously, waiting at his desk while tapping his fingers.
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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Aug 15, 2011 19:06:59 GMT -5
The female Cross twin was glued to her History teacher's side, a devastated expression on her features. "Please, please! I'll do extra work and I won't ask for any credit from it!" She said, her voice pleading. Yes, yes - Jezalee Cross was stowing her pride away and begging a teacher. Why was she begging a teacher? Well...it was simple. To put in an explanation as to why she was currently at the doorway of the History classroom now is because:
Well...she had gone to History class and had gotten there early, and there had been a list on the door. A list for a class project that they'd be working on for a while and was a partner project. At first, she hadn't really cared who her partner was. She'd probably do most of the work, because History was a good subject for her and if she got stuck with an idiot, it would make sense.
The only problem: her partner.
Her partner was Jeremy Tornone - who she was avoiding and had been enjoying the company without thoroughly. She had...went with her plan two days ago - it sickened her to think of what she had done - and Jeremy had steered clear of her since. It had worked flawlessly.
But seeing that he was her partner? No, no - that just wouldn't do. She didn't want to be his partner and didn't want to work with him.
So far...her persuading wasn't really working.
Ya, the History teacher was more laid back and cool about things, but she honestly wasn't getting anywhere. Partners were partners, and apparently, she was stuck with her disgrace of a partner.
"I'd rather do the project alone than work with Tornone!" She snapped, clenching her teeth. The other students were staring at her, and her anger toward the teacher at working with a particular person was...kind of surprising. Of course, she was usually still her snarky self about whoever she was working with, but she never begged and argued about who it was.
By now, she was in the classroom, and standing in front of the teacher's desk, her blue eyes pleading.
She couldn't be near Jeremy...she couldn't work with him.
Jez couldn't and wouldn't.
(gonna assume this is really just us in this thread, so...blah...and I wanna know Jeremy's reaction to seeing Jez freak about having to be partnered with him xD)
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Aug 20, 2011 9:56:52 GMT -5
Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. When Jeremy looked up, he saw Jezalee with the history teacher and she wasn't happy at all. She must have seen their pairing. Her reaction left him slightly confused. She had kissed him, right? Wouldn't she want to be partnered with him.. even if she had been trying to mess with his emotions? It was another opportunity to take him down..which was why he had every reason not to agree with the teacher. He couldn't figure out how her brained worked or what the hell she was trying to do. He was on his guard all the time when it came to her. She was always scheming.
A small smirk came over his face when he heard how genuinely annoyed she sounded. If she was really that peeved about working with him, maybe he could get something out of it. He tried to lighten his smirk as she moved the argument to the desk up front, where he had a better view of what was going on. She really was annoyed, and despite the fact that he couldn't figure out why, he would enjoy every second of it if he had anything to say about it.
Suddenly, his stomach felt like it had been punched straight on. It occurred to him that Jez was losing the argument, and he really would have to work with her. Sure, it could be amusing with her being so angry, but that didn't make him want to have to work with her any less. Whatever. She wanted to play a game? He'd take the challenge. I'd like to start my project now, he said obnoxiously from his desk, loudly enough for anyone in the room to hear it. He pushed his chair back out from his desk and crossed his arms, as if waiting to be rescued from his boredom. He couldn't show how freaked out he was. Even if she knew how he was feeling inside, he couldn't show it. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Aug 28, 2011 20:46:42 GMT -5
Jez was feeling her fight die in her - she could tell there was probably no way that she was going to get out of her partnering with Jeremy. Her icy blue eyes glowered at the teacher frostily, and she clenched her jaw. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, and then let it drop to her side as she turned at the sound of a horribly familiar, obnoxious voice. Jeremy actually had the nerve to be a jerk to her - even somewhat address her after what she did? Well...obviously, her plan failed and her ego dropped majorly. Her blue eyes narrowed. "I'd like for you to die now." She snapped, and then headed over to where he was - the seat next to him now free due to everyone gathering in their pairs. She sat, scooted her chair as far from him as possible, and set her notebooks - lyric notebook, sheet music notebook, notebook for this class - down upon the desk, and slid her pencil out of the spiral on her lyric notebook.
"I hope you die - alone, in agony, and screaming." She hissed harshly at him, giving him a death glare before she huffed and lifted her lyric notebook and tilted it so he could only see the outside of it as she flipped it open.
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Sept 2, 2011 7:48:37 GMT -5
I'd like for your to die now. It wasn't exactly welcoming, but he didn't really expect any more from Jez, but it wasn't a good start. Rolling his eyes at the distance she had put between them, he made another comment. Working together might be difficult if you're not at least within earshot, he teased. She was scooted as far over as possible. He didn't like the situation any more than she did, but at least he could enjoy the fact that she was resisting so much. If she hated him that passionately, why'd she kiss him? He wouldn't dare bring it up..not yet, anyway. Not that it bothered him much. He didn't enjoy her company any more than she enjoyed his.
His fingers inched toward her lyric notebook the second he saw it sitting on the desk. That won't get you anywhere, unless whatever creepy songs you have in there have anything to do with history. It was bothersome how unfocused she was; she barely seemed to care. It was still his favorite class and he wasn't going to fail even if he had to do the assignment himself. It was the one thing he was good at.
He rolled his eyes again as she made another smart comment. I promise, I'll die in agony later, after we get some work done. Ew, she was making him sound like some nerd who got good grades and everything. This was becoming ridiculous.
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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Sept 3, 2011 15:32:38 GMT -5
Ignoring those who were around her usually came easily to the Cross twin, but this time was very difficult. She assumed it was because Jeremy Tornone was around - he was a nuisance and she found it hard to ignore him. But her icy blue eyes focused on the words written in her slanted, half cursive writing. She didn't even look up at him when he teased her. 'Your point?" She said plainly, reading through the lyrics she had written recently. She didn't care for working together with him - she honestly would rather do the project on her own, and she'd stick to that as long as possible.
From the corner of her eye - regardless of if she was trying not to look at him - she saw his hand start to come slowly toward her lyric notebook. She lifted her hand that she wrote with and hit his hand sharply with her pencil, a high thwack! sounding with the impact. "My songs aren't creepy - I've sent a few in to be considered and some big artists today have used them. And they have absolutely nothing to do with history." She said, her voice mocking as finished speaking.
"No, I'd rather you die now - because I refuse to work with you." Jez said simply, shrugging her shoulders a little as she closed her lyric notebook and set it upon her other notebooks. She turned her gaze from her things after setting her pencil down, and her icy gaze landed on Jeremy.
She didn't have any emotion on her expression. She wasn't arguing - she was stating some facts. If Jeremy honestly expected her to work with him willingly, he honestly didn't know her as well as she thought he might.
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Sept 4, 2011 19:44:20 GMT -5
As usual, Jezalee was being exceptionally difficult and unwilling to compromise. How could she be so stubborn? It wasn't about him, it was about her grade. Did she really think she could do it alone? He wouldn't let her. He scoffed in response to her dimwitted question. You're a moron is my point. They weren't going to get anything done if she wasn't going to lighten up. He was slightly embarrassed with his own ignorance for actually thinking that she would be any easier to convince.
The second his hand felt a sharp pain, he jerked it off the table. One day, he would get that damn notebook. He couldn't be mad at her for reacting the way she did, but he could be mad with how she handled it. Did you just stab me?! Giving me hepatitis isn't gonna change the fact that you spend your whole pathetic life with your nose in that stupid book. Sure, she could be talented. He would never recognize that because of how horrid she was in every other sense. She couldn't have been that good, anyway. She was clearly messed up in the head, and crazy people weren't talented. He wouldn't believe it until he witnessed it himself.
He had tried to stay focused on working with an optimistic attitude, but he was no longer interested in that approach. She was going to be difficult? Fine. So would he. As those horribly familiar cold eyes watched his, he glared, putting his right hand under his chin. His other hand tossed a textbook at her desk. When you're ready to be productive, pick a damn topic. He opened his own notebook, gripped a pencil in his left hand, and began doodling. His blonde curls blocked the view of his eyes from his enemy as he looked down at the paper in front of him.
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Post by JEZALEE CROSS on Sept 6, 2011 18:07:30 GMT -5
At his scoff, the Cross twin rolled her eyes in response to his follow-up retort to her rhetorical question. "Sorry - but if you want to find a moron, look in the mirror, Tornone." She said, shrugging a little. Jez wasn't affected by his comments and harsh words toward her - why should she? He was a low life in her mind, and she didn't find any purpose for her to worry over his thoughts toward her.
With a little laugh at his snap, she rolled her eyes. Sure the 'pathetic life with you nose in that stupid book' was a little hurtful, but she stowed it away nonetheless. Her lyrics and songs were going to make her big someday...she couldn't let people get her down...
"No, sorry - I just hit your hand with my pencil. Didn't stab it. And as for the 'pathetic life' and 'stupid book'? My life isn't pathetic - I work hard to get through school with good grades, and make sure I have a good future for if my plan to get my music heard from me doesn't work out. This stupid book," she said, sneering a little, "is apart of my life, and if you can't deal with that and keep your nosy, worthless face and hands away from it, you obviously don't have any respect for anything other than barely yourself." She said, and her voice sounded a little annoyed.
Jeremy seemed to lose his way of thinking of them 'working together' and he put his right hand under his chin and tossed a textbook at her desk. Jez raised an eyebrow, and then rolled her eyes as she slipped a piece of paper from one of her notebooks and slid it over to his desk.
"I asked what we were doing yesterday and went through the textbook - I picked a few possible topics and wrote down some notes on them." She said, amused. "Why don't you go ahead and take your pick?"
(NOTE: What kind of topic are we gonna go for? Any ideas? o.O)
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