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Everyone turned to look at the sudden, loud entrance. A tall boy wearing dark sunglasses stood in the door way. Marguerite looked closely at him. There was something strangely familiar about him. He was definitely well-off judging by the designer clothing he was wearing and the smell of the extremely expensive cologne (which Marguerite recognized from a perfume store she often visited) that suddenly filled the classroom. His short, light brown hair was perfectly styled, his jaw had a perfect defined shape, and his complexion was flawless. Marguerite could not see his eyes because of the sunglasses, but she was sure that she had seen this boy before. But where?

"Late again, Blakeney?" Professor Regent asked.

Marguerite's head snapped back to her professor. Had she just heard him correctly?

"Fashionably, sir," came the response, "Had the hardest time finding my favorite jacket today. I had Jerkins tearing the house apart-"

"Jerkins?" Professor Regent interrupted.

"The butler. Anyways, all was not lost. We found the jacket. See?" He displayed the jacket he was wearing proudly.

"I see. It's a good thing it was something as serious as that," Professor Regent cracked an amused smile, "Well, Blakeney. You did your assignment, I assume?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, would you mind being the first to share?"

Marguerite slouched in her seat as the newcomer moved a chair into the circle and pulled a paper out of his bag. Susie seemed to notice Marguerite's sudden discomfort. "Marguerite?" she whispered, "Are you alright?"

"Blakeney?" Marguerite asked.

"Yeah," Susie sighed, "Isn't he dreamy?"

"That... that's Percy Blakeney," Marguerite stammered quietly.

"Oh, Percy? Is that his name?" Susie asked.

"Well no. It's Percival, but I always called him Percy and so did his mom- wait, how do you not know his name?"

"Well everyone calls him by his last name, Blakeney, but most people shorten it down to Blake," Susie replied simply.

"Blake?"

"Yeah."

Marguerite raised an eyebrow and looked over at Percy or "Blake" who had removed his sunglasses and was beginning to read off his paper.

How much he had changed since she had last seen him. He had grown at least a foot, he had managed to tame his thick wild hair, his face had cleared up, he had lost all traces of baby fat, but there was something else different. Marguerite watched him closely as he read his paper.

"...so then after that I was thinking that James, you know the main guy..." Blake was saying.

"Character," Professor Regent corrected.

"Right. So James and Rachel have been dating for a long time. A really long time. And basically Rachel just leaves James without even a proper goodbye."

"What do you mean by that?" Professor Regent asked, "What happens?"

"I haven't worked out the details yet," Blake said, "You only asked for a brief outline."

"OK. Please continue."

"So Rachel leaves James without a proper goodbye. Just sort of dumps him on his own. Breaks his heart, you know? So she goes off never to be seen again and James tries to move on with his life where he is, but just can't."

The room fell silent. Everyone stared at Blake expecting more. "Is that it?" Professor Regent asked.

"Yeah," Blake said without a care in the world.

Everyone looked around, confused. "Right!" Professor Regent shouted, clapping his hands together, making everyone jump, "A tragic ending! Very good! Who's next?"

Marguerite still stared at Blake, trying to put her finger on what exactly made him so different from the last time she had seen him. There was something about his mouth when he spoke that was different. It sort of... hung open, as if it were too lazy to really stay in place properly. Also when he spoke, he almost drawled. That was so different from before. The last she saw him, he always seemed so sharp.

"So how do you know him?" Susie asked leaning closer to Marguerite, "I thought you just moved here."

Marguerite took her eyes from Blake and looked at Susie. "I'll tell you later. It's sort of a long story."

Nobody would volunteer to read their outlines for their skits so Professor Regent had everyone share by going around the circle. Nearly an hour passed by the time it got to Marguerite. Professor Regent raised his eyebrows at the sight of her. "I don't believe I've seen you in here before, my dear," he said.

"No. I'm new," Marguerite said, glancing at Blake out of the corner of her eye. He appeared to be dozing in his seat, his chin resting on his chest.

"Oh!" Professor Regent's face brightened, "New student! I love new students What was your name?"

"Marguerite St. Just."

Marguerite saw Blake's head snap up. Marguerite remained still and continued. "I just moved here. Should I have come to you at the beginning of class?"

"No, no, my dear!" Professor Regent waved his hand, "It's quite alright. The only problem here is that you don't have an outline nor a group to perform your skits with once you've completed them either."

Marguerite waited patiently while Professor Regent tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment. "See me after class for a moment and we'll work something out," he said.

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Marguerite was surprised to find Susie waiting for her outside Professor Regent's room. "Who's group did you get put in?" she asked eagerly.

Marguerite looked at the paper Professor Regent had just given her. "Group 3."

"Hey that's my group!" Susie declared happily.

Marguerite looked at the list of names. Sure enough: Foulkes, Dewhurst, S. Tournay, Batz, Hastings, A. Tournay, Blakeney, Jellyband.

"Blakeney," Marguerite mumbled, reading the name again.

"What?" Susie asked.

Marguerite pointed at the name on the paper.

"So what is up with you and him?" Susie wondered, "I saw how he reacted when he heard your name."

Marguerite sighed. "What's your next class?"

"Math, but that's not for another fifteen minutes," Susie said, "And I know you haven't got another class until after 12:00. I saw your schedule in class. So who's Blake?"

"I used to live here," Marguerite said, "Five years ago my parents got a divorce and I moved away with my mom. But you know, I went to middle school and high school here."

"And you knew Blake?" Susie asked.

"Well..."

"Hey, Marguerite!"

Marguerite turned towards her brother's voice. Sudden frustration bubbled up inside her as he approached her, Laura clinging to his arm. He beamed at her and Susie. "I didn't expect to see you before lunch," he said happily, "How was your first class?"

Marguerite scowled at her brother. "Armand, why didn't you tell me Percy Blakeney went to school here?"

Armand's face dropped. "Oh. I... didn't think of it."

"You didn't think to mention that my ex-boyfriend would be here at the same college as me?" Marguerite demanded.

"Ex-boyfriend?" Susie repeated in shock, "You mean to say you dated that piece of sexy-pie?"

"Yeah," Marguerite brushed Susie's comment aside, keeping her eyes on Armand.

"Wait, isn't Percy Blakeney that rich guy who lives in that big house on the other side of town?" Laura asked.

"Yeah that's him," Armand answered.

"Ahhh," Laura gave Marguerite a significant look, "Pretty boy, eh?"

"Tell me about it," Susie said.

"So, what's the story then?" Laura asked, "You dated him and...?"

"And we broke up. Plain and simple," Marguerite stated.

"But you said it was a long story," Susie said.

"Well I exaggerated. How many people say 'it's a long story' when it's really not?" Marguerite asked, "Look, it's really nothing. I was just surprised to see him here. I mean, wouldn't you? Seeing your ex after five years?"

"Well, I hope you're right," Susie said, "Because you're going to be spending a lot of time with him now that you're in the same group in drama class."

Marguerite sighed. "Yeah I know."

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