Class time (132 views)

[timmy2ply]

Blake sat leaning against the locker next to Celia's waiting for her. He was wearing a red and black Fannel shirt with a black under shirt and jeans. "She is Late."He said to himself not that he would say it to her. Even though he knew she only cared about herself. He hoped she would come on time so they could get to her aunt's math class on time. "Where are you?"He thought not wanting to get on either one of the holloway's bad sides. He knew the bad blood Celia had for her aun and vice versa. So he leaned against the locker andf watched Mr perry fix a hallway Light bulb.

[Kenzie]

“Oh my God Celia, we are so late.”

“Uh, cool. But see, I don't really care if we're late.” Celia Holloway and one of her friends, Emily Rodriquez, were standing in the women’s restroom. Right now they were both fixing up their makeup. Celia had her purse strewn about the sink’s counter, and Emily had the same setup on the other side. Celia’s makeup, though, was much more plentiful. Emily was side-eyeing her makeup when she thought Celia wasn’t looking.

Celia totally saw, though. But all that succeeded in doing was elevate her ego. She had the best makeup money could buy, courtesy of momma. Her mouth was popped open into an ‘O’ shape as she slowly slid the stick of lip gloss around her lips, the florescent lights above creating a glimmering line across her lips. Her brown doe eyes were accented with false lashes and dark brown and tan eye shadow. She was wearing a white button down shirt, a black vest and cardigan, and a cute little skirt. There wasn’t too much she could do to make a uniform unique, but she’d certainly tried. Her black cardigan was littered with cutesy decorations—buttons, strings of beads, anything she could put on. Celia’s curly auburn hair was currently down and proud and fell about her shoulders.

In her own opinion, she looked drop dead gorgeous. Celia stood up tall and confident, putting the cap on her lip gloss. Emily towered over her, but Celia was still more eye catching. It was her unwavering confidence that made her stick out.

“It’s my aunt’s class. You know that old hag’s nothing but a thorn in my side.” Celia’s pretty features contorted into a disgusted expression. “Honestly… you’d think she’d, like, be nice to me since she’s my aunt, but that is so not the case.”

“What a bitch.” Emily added, wrinkling her face in mock disgust. Celia sent Emily a charming smile at her comment, obviously appreciating it.

Right after, Celia begun packing up her things and Emily did the same. Once the entirely of Celia’s makeup collection was gathered in her purse, she immediately headed to the door, not stopping to wait for Emily. Emily scrambled to clean up her bag and follow Celia out. Celia was already out the door by the time Emily caught up with her, let out a semi-awkward giggle, and closed the door behind them.

Celia strode down the hallway like she was a queen. She knew almost everyone she passed and flashed a charismatic smile their way. Of course in her mind everyone was transfixed on her beauty. In reality, she had no idea what was on their mind. Celia’s heels clicked loudly on the floor as she approached her locker, Emily at her heels. Celia rounded the corner and saw a tall monster of a man standing beside her locker. Emily was still beside her, apparently able to keep in step with the other girl.

“Blake’s here again.” Emily said.

“Well, duh. He like, always waits for me. And we have the same class next! Bye, Emily! I’ll see you at lunch, ‘kay?” Celia said brightly, as she flashed her charming and sincere smile at Emily again. Emily nodded, waved in acknowledgement towards Blake, and left.

Celia turned around and approached her locker, sighing.

“If I am missing any makeup, Emily stole it. We were doing our makeup in the bathroom a few minutes ago and she was totally side eying my makeup. I mean, you know she’s totally obsessed with Maybelline, right? She thinks she has last year’s line on her face right now. Little does she know it’s totally an imitation.” Celia ranted, sighing, “I can’t believe she couldn’t tell the difference. Anyway, come on, we can walk and talk.”

Celia gestured for Blake to follow her as she led the way towards her aunt’s classroom.

[timmy2ply]

Blake nodded as he picked up his bag and walking with Celia. " You know I am a guy right? I don't care about make up. So how do I look?"He said to her as they walked to her Aunt's class. " You know we cloud try to be on time."he said walking along side her

[Kenzie]

Celia couldn’t help but roll her eyes back slightly at Blake’s comments. He said he didn’t care about makeup? Ugh, maybe he should. He’d probably be so much easier on the eyes if he put forth any amount of effort. His question only prompted her irritation.

Celia cared about makeup. Therefore Blake should too. It only seemed natural that he should care about what she cared about. That was what lackeys were for, right? She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she walked ahead of Blake, refusing to let him walk at her side, his comment about being on time annoying her. She resisted the urge to snap a snarky comment to Blake in response. Not out of consideration to him, but rather out of consideration for herself. She did not need to cause a huge scene in the hallway. It might give the other students the misguided impression Celia didn’t have control of things.

“I care about makeup. I don’t care if you care or not.” She said, though her tone clearly stated her irritation, “And it’s my aunt’s class. I don’t care about being on time. She’s horrible anyway.”

[timmy2ply]

"Okay Okay. I am sorry I said anything."Blake said to her he he walked behind her with his head down. "only to you."he mumbled under his breath so only he could hear it. he smiled. "whats on the Quenn's agenda today?"he asked Celia.

[Kenzie]

Celia did not hear Blake's mumbled comment-- because had she heard it Blake would have found himself with a nasty look and perhaps a lack of walking companion. When Blake referred to her aunt by her common nickname, however, Celia's brown eyes rolled back and she turned her body to face him, cocking her hip to the side in an exceedingly sassy manner.

"The Queen? Ugh, she does not deserve that title. Why she is reffered to as royalty i'll never know." Celia said. "And like I know what's on her agenda? I don't care enough to pay attention in class, let alone ask her what the days plans are."

Celia stopped in front of the door, expecting Blake to open it and hold it out for her. She began to twirl a lock of hair between her fingers as she batted her eyes up at Blake, waiting.

[timmy2ply]

"I was talking about you. what are your plans? I dont cre or knew that was here nickname."he asked her as when went to hold the door for her. "You know that looks always gets me."he said to her as he smiled at her.

[Kenzie]

"Me? Uh, just go to class." She said, "Though i'd much rather go shopping. I'm planning on going shopping later. I was thinking of taking Emily. She really needs my help picking out a decent outfit."

Celia smiled back at Blake, dimples forming on her cheeks and warmth spreading up to her eyes. The smile looked very natural and lit up her face quite well. "As it should. That's what the look is for, after all."

Celia entered the classroom, ignoring the glare her aunt sent their way as she sat down at her desk.

[timmy2ply]

"Can I come I could update my outfit. I Havent had the time to do so in a while."He said smiling at the look Celia's Aunt gave them. He sat and did his work he was smart but hid it afraid for what Celia might say. "So what do you say?"He asked her