as of now, it's all going to be lower case because i'm too lazy to capitalize everything :)
dan pulled up to the school with only minutes to spare before he got to class.
he sprinted to his seat once he reached the classroom, not caring if his skirt was flying up, revealing the pale skin hidden beneath it.
"woah, woah, calm down speed racer," chris laughed as dan reached his desk, exasperated, curled fringe falling in front of his eyes.
dan glared at him quickly, then returned his attention to waiting for the teacher to enter the room.
the bell finally sounded and all remaining standing students scrambled to their desks.
"good morning, class." mrs. watson strolled through the door.
the class was silent in reply, but mrs. watson just continued on.
"today we are going to be taking notes—"
the class erupted with groans and protests, desperately trying to change her decision.
"on old english drama scripts."
the students silenced.
dan silently squealed.
"that's more like it." she began pacing around the room, weaving between the desks.
when she came around to dan's desk, she gave a subtle wink and smile, and continued watching her students pull out their materials for class.
she knew dan really liked drama and theater.
and boy, did dan like drama and theater.
dan beamed to himself as he pulled out his things.
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holy shit, that girl is hot.
phil stared at the brown headed girl sat in a seat a row next to and in front of him.
how had he not noticed her before?
he couldn't see her face, but he could tell that she was one of the most beautiful things ever materialized.
her light pink skirt went up to her waist and rode up a little too high on her thighs to be allowed. the soft,velvety-looking material was just begging for phil to have just a little feel. her white, tight knitted crop top hugged her chest, which was quite small. although her breasts weren't large, they complemented her just right, and phil loved it.
her black platforms boots were very different from the rest of her outfit, but the entire thing looked so put together.
phil couldn't help himself.
he tore of a corner off his paper and wrote a short but suggestive note on it. he crumbled it up and looked around the class to see everyone was focused on the screen in the front of the room with a script from some sort of play on it.
he gently tossed it on her desk to see her look up in confusion from her notes.
she looked around the room, looking for the culprit of the note, but found no one looking at her.
but what she didn't see was phil peeking at her to get a glimpse of her face, and as he guessed, she was as beautiful as he imagined.
her poofy hair swept across her forehead in a effortless curly mess, and her pale-ish skin was still quite light in the darkness of the room. her lips were naturally pouty with a little pink tint, and her eyes.
