Well, you saw Dobie's reaction...let's just see how Mr. Osborne Jr. reacts, shall we? *Laughs maniacally and disappears in a cloud of smoke*
"This is Mr. Pomfritt's English class," Dobie told her as they walked up to the door. "There's an empty seat by me with your name on it."
"You write names on desks? How strange," Cordova looked at him.
"Oh, no. It's just an expression, my foreign delight," he chuckled, opening the door for her.
"I see. While I speak English well, there are still so many sayings I do not quite grasp."
Dobie smiled as he showed her to her seat. "Stick with me and you will grasp them all. Just as you have grasped my heart."
"Actually, Dobie, I was needing to tell you something-" Cordova began, but was interrupted by a man climbing through the window.
"Maynard, why can't you come through the door like everybody else?" Dobie asked as Maynard took a seat behind him.
"Cause if you ain't noticed, good buddy, I ain't like everybody else," Maynard replied. He then looked at Cordova. "Hey, Dobe; who's the new girl?"
"Beautiful, isn't she? Her name is Cordova. She's from Romania."
"Isn't that like near Chicago?" Maynard asked.
Dobie rolled his eyes. "No, Maynard. Romania is on a completely different continent!"
"Oh! So like near South Dakota, then!" Maynard stated.
Dobie opened his mouth to speak, but Mr. Pomfritt walked in the room, followed seconds later by Chatsworth Osborne, Jr.
"Chatsworth, so nice of you to join us," Mr. Pomfritt proclaimed.
"Dreadfully sorry, Mr. Pomfritt, but due to the impending rain shower, I had to park my little blue sports car in a well-covered parking area. I then had to have my servant Trembley pick me up and drive me to campus," he explained with exhasperation.
"Oh, yes. The tragedy of it all," Mr. Pomfritt muttered. "Take a seat, Chatsworth."
Dobie watched as Chatsworth started to take his usual seat. Until he saw Cordova, that is. Once his eyes locked onto hers, he quickly rushed into the seat next to her, grinning from ear to ear.
"Greetings and salutations, my sweetness. I am Chatsworth Osborne, Jr. Pleasure to make your acquaintaince," he welcomed her, taking her hand in his and lifting it to his lips.
"My name is Cordova Sirbu," she replied, gently retracting her hand from his.
Dobie leaned over to her. "Would you like for me to ask Chatsworth to move? I'd be more than happy to," he whispered.
"Mr. Gillis, perhaps you should be focusing your attention to my class instead of the seating arrangements," Mr. Pomfritt warned. "Ms. Sirbu, I welcome you to S. Peter Pryor."
"Thank you, Mr. Pomfritt," she smiled, saying his name slowly for fear of mispronouncing it.
Dobie tried hard to concentrate on the English lesson, but he kept watching Chatsworth watching Cordova. "Maynard," he whispered, "look at the way he keeps staring at her. You'd think he had never seen a beautiful girl before."
"Yeah. It's like kinda creepy. He's looking at her the way I look at fried chicken. You don't think he's like a canister, do ya?" Maynard asked.
"Maynard, that's cannibal and no, Chatsworth isn't a cannibal. He thinks he's gonna win Cordova's affections. Well, he's got another thing coming. All is fair in love and war and if it's a war he wants, it's a war he'll get."
"Well, you can keep me out of it, good buddy. I don't like fighting or wars. I don't even like playing with squirt guns!"