A/N: wow! You like me! Here's chapter two. And thank you, you 6 who
reviewed. I am a junkie, and my name is Alessandra.
As soon as the bell went for the end of homeroom, Tyr pulled himself up, and moved so fast out of the classroom, Beka thought he must be on something.
"So he can move fast when he wants to?" she asked, hoping not to sound too interested, but Rommie immediately picked up on the *interested* vibe.
"Oh, not more questions about Anasazi, *please*!" she moaned good naturedly. Beka fiddled with her hair. Rommie took one lookl, and cracked up. "Beka, he hasn't been known to go out with a girl since, like, fourth grade! And he only ever does hang around with black girls from his neighbourhood or something. A white girl like you stands no chance." Beka raised an eyebrow.
"What class you got, Trance?" Dylan asked. Trance pulled out a purple notebook.
"Um, Computer studies, in the lab," she said finally.
"Cool, that's what me and Dylan have, and Beka too!" Rommie said happily.
The four moved off to the computer lab, where Beka instantly spotted Harper, chatting to one of the teachers.
"Hey! You disappeared on me, and, where were you? You didn't go to homeroom," she asked, tapping him on the shoulder.
"They had a bug in the system here, and the teacher in charge grabbed me when she found me, and got me to sort it out. Bugs be gone!" he said, brandishing an imaginary spray can.
"How did they know you were good with computers, Harper?" Dylan asked. Harper gave a sheepish grin which Beka now recognised as his tradmark.
"If you hack into the school system often enough, and from fourth grade, you're likely to get it put on your permant record," he said.
"Fourth grade? I thought schools had all kinds of walls up," Beka said, interested.
"Yup, they do. Meet Harper, resident genius," Harper cracked. Dylan rolled his eyes.
"Well, *resident genius*, you forgot to grab lunch. So you've not got any," he said. Harper's face dropped.
"You have a coupla dollars you can lend your wonderful cousin, dontcha Dee?" he asked, hopefully, a puppydog expression on his face. Dylan shook his head.
"Brown bagging it today," he replied. Harper turned the eyes on Beka. She laughed, and held up her empty hands. "Rom doll. Heard so much about you. All good. Give to the poor?" he said, with a small grin at the girl. Rommie was immune, however.
"I have zip, Harper," she said. Harper looked at Trance.
"Yeah, I can help you out," she said, digging in her backpack. Sure, it meant going a little short at lunch, she would only be able to have a sandwich, but he was so sweet.
"Thank you! You are a princess, a.." his eyes fell on the backpack in Trance's arms. "A purple princess!" he announced triumphantly. Trance blushed.
"It's just a couple of dollars, no big deal," she said nonchantlantly, but smiled shyly at him. He flashed her a grin.
"Harper?" Dylan said, warning his cousin. Harper had a habit of wrapping girls around his little finger, and protesating they knew they were just 'friends'.
"Yeah yeah Dee. Gotta get a computer, though," Harper said, indicating the students filling the room.
"Hey Purple," he called. Trance turned.
"Come sit with me?" he asked, a grin on his face. Trance nodded, and slid in beside him.
She's headed for crush city Beka thought to herself. Trance and Harper were already talking, or, rather, Harper was talking, and Trance was listening intently.
Rommie and Dylan had bagged a computer, and there was only one left. With someone she didn't recognise.
An average height blond sat in front of the screen, looking bored, and tapping away at.. Beka read over his shoulder. Stock market reports? She glanced down.
"Nice to meet you. Charlemagne, Charles," the blond said easily, sticking out a hand. Beka took it, feeling slightly foolish.
"Since you appear to have finished reading my stock options over my shoulder, I assume you want to work with me, seeing as there are no spare computers?" he asked, arching a brow over an incredibly blue eye. She nodded.
"Beka. Valentine. My name..it's Beka," she stammered, kicking herself for the slip in her composure. He gave a sardonic smile.
"Please take a seat, Beka," he replied, indicating the seat beside him.
"Okay, class, I want you to pull up a spreadsheet today," the teacher called.
Charles leaned across to Beka.
"You'd think there was some point to this," he whispered. She nodded. He was very cute, she decided. Sighing, he started pulling up web pages, and clicking them off the screen, then getting down to work.
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Trance watched as Hrper taught her how to do the assignment in threee *easy* steps. Then as he amused himself by changing all the screen savers to 'Harper, genius Hacker'. She smiled. Harper was cute, and funny, and, he seemed to really like her. Nobody had ever been that attracted to her. The only thing she could do was take care of things, and there wasn't a cheerleading leading outfit to go with that.
"So, you think you can do it?' Harper asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He pulled up a page where everyone else was supposed to be, and let Trance get on with it. Remembering what he'd taught her, she finished the sheet very quickly.
"Excellent!" he smiled. "New hacker, join the club!' Trance smiled back, just as the teacher came and looked over her shoulder.
"You must be pretty good with computers," she said admiringly. Trance just looked at Harper. He shrugged.
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"Look, Rommie, we are *not* supposed to be surfing the web for pictures of Orlando Bloom, however much you enjoy staring at him!"
"Well we weren't supposed to be playing solitaire, with naked ladies on the cards, but you don't seem to believe me!"
"Look, let's just do the assignment, okay?"
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Can I finish looking first?"
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Eventually, the class came to a halt. They split up to ho to various classes, then met back up for lunch.
Rommie was sitting down with a tray of school lunch, that she looked slightly disgusted with, when Beka came up.
"Hey! How was Amrican history?" Rommie asked cheerfully, as Beka sat down beside her.
"Bad. The teacher is pretty awful, and I'm kinda failing," Beka replied, sticking a fork in her own food, and twirling it in fascination. "What is this stuff?"
"Beats me. I think the popular opinion is glue, but there are a number of opther theories," Rommie replied. "I find it works best if you just don't think about it. And I can help with the history. It's my best subject."
"Really? Wow. I can help in Math if you want," Beka offered.
"Thanks. History is just easy, I seem to just remember everything, like files on a computer or something. I thik about it, and there it is," Rommie shrugged.
Beka rolled her eyes.
"A photographic memory, my kingdom for a phtographic memory!' she groaned. Rommie laughed. She opened her yogurt, and took a spoonful.
"Sorry for dumping you in computer lab, but if I don't wok with Dylan, I don't know where he is. We're study buddies," she explained. Beka smiled.
"No biggie. I sat next to a hottie, I think. His name's Charles, or something weird like it. He told me to call him Charles. He seemed to like me," she said, running a hand through her hair.
Rommie's mouth dropped open.
"Charlemagne? You sat next to Charlemagne?" she asked.
"Yeah. So is he a big name on campus or something?" Beka asked, interested.
"Like, majorly. He's the richest kid in school. His dad sent him to this expensive public school, and I think he was going to get kicked out, cos he refused to do any work. But he came here instead. He's a loner, most of the time, hangs a lot with the recluses, and keeps himself to himself. If he was friendly, then he *definately* likes you!' Rommie giggled.
"Cool!" Beka said. Then she thought a second. "I still think Tyr is amajor hottie, though!"
"C'mon girl, snap out of it! Tyr is nothing to Charlie-boy!" Rommie argued. Just then, Dylan walked up.
"Charlie?" he asked. Rommie smiled.
"Chalremagne is interested in her," she told him. Beka poked her.
"Really?" Dylan asked. Beka relunctantly nodded.
"Hey people, Harper is here!" said someone behind Dylan.
"I forgot my beloved cousin," Dylan said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Beka stifled a laugh, as Harper stuck his head around Dylan.
"Dylan, you need to shrink. I can't see through you," he complained.
"It's not my fault you're short," Dyaln said, reasonably.
"Yeah, but you're all broad, and, hey! I think you need to go on a diet, cuz!" Harper announced, poking Dylan in the ribs.
"It's muscle!" he protested.
"Meet Dylan. One of the jocks I mentioned earlier,' Rommie said to Beka, with a grin.
"really?" Beka asked. "what do you play?'
"Footvball. I'm the captain," Dylan said proudly.
"Which means every girl in the three mile radius throws herself at him. And he has a ball," Rommie said.
"It's not my fault I'm cute, good looking, and funny!" Dylan protested again.
"Hey! Your jokes are funnier than mine!' Harper said, causing a genuine wave of amusement in the girls. Dylan punched him while Harper was laughing.
"Ow! I'm not a jock too, you know!" Harper said, rubbing his arm. Dylan smiled smugly.
"Hey guys!" Trance said, coming up with a sandwich in her hands.
"Hey. What you got there, tuna and mayo?" Dylan asked.
"Dylan, down! You've had your lunch, leave Trance's alone!" Rommie ordered, when Trance nodded. "honestly, he's worse than a dog!"
"I get hungry being all sporty," Dylan said, rubbing his stomach. Trance handed him half of her sandwich, which he wolfed down.
"Trance! Don't believe him, he gets plenty to eat. Dylan, apologise!" Rommie commanded. Dylan gave Trance a small smile.
"That's all right," Trance said.
"Trance! My purple princess!' Harper shouted, flinging himself at Trance, who looked slightly taken aback at this onslaught of teenage male. "Uh, hi Harper,' she said uncertainly. He grinned.
"So you on for helping me with Bio now?" he asked her. She smiled.
"Totally. You got your text book?" Trance asked. Harper fumbled in his bag.
"Yup! " he said, holding it up triumphantly.
"So you understand that the anareobic respiration builds up an oxygen debt?" was the last the three heard of Harper and Trance before they disappeared inside.
"So, tell em, what are the football team like?" asked Beka, for want of coversation. Rommie groaned, as the conversation disappeared under a wave of tactics, and plans.
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So what ya think? I know, I said this was T/B, but this is a new plot twist. And btw, just so you know, I don't particualrly like Dylan. But I'm keeping him intact for Rommie. Questions, comments, complaints, send them to slay_gal2002@hotmail.com. Or review.
Hell, flame, I don't care. All flames will be used to light Tyr's chain shirt on fire. Anyone with an answer for him always wearing that when the rest of the crew change, please tell me.
As soon as the bell went for the end of homeroom, Tyr pulled himself up, and moved so fast out of the classroom, Beka thought he must be on something.
"So he can move fast when he wants to?" she asked, hoping not to sound too interested, but Rommie immediately picked up on the *interested* vibe.
"Oh, not more questions about Anasazi, *please*!" she moaned good naturedly. Beka fiddled with her hair. Rommie took one lookl, and cracked up. "Beka, he hasn't been known to go out with a girl since, like, fourth grade! And he only ever does hang around with black girls from his neighbourhood or something. A white girl like you stands no chance." Beka raised an eyebrow.
"What class you got, Trance?" Dylan asked. Trance pulled out a purple notebook.
"Um, Computer studies, in the lab," she said finally.
"Cool, that's what me and Dylan have, and Beka too!" Rommie said happily.
The four moved off to the computer lab, where Beka instantly spotted Harper, chatting to one of the teachers.
"Hey! You disappeared on me, and, where were you? You didn't go to homeroom," she asked, tapping him on the shoulder.
"They had a bug in the system here, and the teacher in charge grabbed me when she found me, and got me to sort it out. Bugs be gone!" he said, brandishing an imaginary spray can.
"How did they know you were good with computers, Harper?" Dylan asked. Harper gave a sheepish grin which Beka now recognised as his tradmark.
"If you hack into the school system often enough, and from fourth grade, you're likely to get it put on your permant record," he said.
"Fourth grade? I thought schools had all kinds of walls up," Beka said, interested.
"Yup, they do. Meet Harper, resident genius," Harper cracked. Dylan rolled his eyes.
"Well, *resident genius*, you forgot to grab lunch. So you've not got any," he said. Harper's face dropped.
"You have a coupla dollars you can lend your wonderful cousin, dontcha Dee?" he asked, hopefully, a puppydog expression on his face. Dylan shook his head.
"Brown bagging it today," he replied. Harper turned the eyes on Beka. She laughed, and held up her empty hands. "Rom doll. Heard so much about you. All good. Give to the poor?" he said, with a small grin at the girl. Rommie was immune, however.
"I have zip, Harper," she said. Harper looked at Trance.
"Yeah, I can help you out," she said, digging in her backpack. Sure, it meant going a little short at lunch, she would only be able to have a sandwich, but he was so sweet.
"Thank you! You are a princess, a.." his eyes fell on the backpack in Trance's arms. "A purple princess!" he announced triumphantly. Trance blushed.
"It's just a couple of dollars, no big deal," she said nonchantlantly, but smiled shyly at him. He flashed her a grin.
"Harper?" Dylan said, warning his cousin. Harper had a habit of wrapping girls around his little finger, and protesating they knew they were just 'friends'.
"Yeah yeah Dee. Gotta get a computer, though," Harper said, indicating the students filling the room.
"Hey Purple," he called. Trance turned.
"Come sit with me?" he asked, a grin on his face. Trance nodded, and slid in beside him.
She's headed for crush city Beka thought to herself. Trance and Harper were already talking, or, rather, Harper was talking, and Trance was listening intently.
Rommie and Dylan had bagged a computer, and there was only one left. With someone she didn't recognise.
An average height blond sat in front of the screen, looking bored, and tapping away at.. Beka read over his shoulder. Stock market reports? She glanced down.
"Nice to meet you. Charlemagne, Charles," the blond said easily, sticking out a hand. Beka took it, feeling slightly foolish.
"Since you appear to have finished reading my stock options over my shoulder, I assume you want to work with me, seeing as there are no spare computers?" he asked, arching a brow over an incredibly blue eye. She nodded.
"Beka. Valentine. My name..it's Beka," she stammered, kicking herself for the slip in her composure. He gave a sardonic smile.
"Please take a seat, Beka," he replied, indicating the seat beside him.
"Okay, class, I want you to pull up a spreadsheet today," the teacher called.
Charles leaned across to Beka.
"You'd think there was some point to this," he whispered. She nodded. He was very cute, she decided. Sighing, he started pulling up web pages, and clicking them off the screen, then getting down to work.
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Trance watched as Hrper taught her how to do the assignment in threee *easy* steps. Then as he amused himself by changing all the screen savers to 'Harper, genius Hacker'. She smiled. Harper was cute, and funny, and, he seemed to really like her. Nobody had ever been that attracted to her. The only thing she could do was take care of things, and there wasn't a cheerleading leading outfit to go with that.
"So, you think you can do it?' Harper asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He pulled up a page where everyone else was supposed to be, and let Trance get on with it. Remembering what he'd taught her, she finished the sheet very quickly.
"Excellent!" he smiled. "New hacker, join the club!' Trance smiled back, just as the teacher came and looked over her shoulder.
"You must be pretty good with computers," she said admiringly. Trance just looked at Harper. He shrugged.
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"Look, Rommie, we are *not* supposed to be surfing the web for pictures of Orlando Bloom, however much you enjoy staring at him!"
"Well we weren't supposed to be playing solitaire, with naked ladies on the cards, but you don't seem to believe me!"
"Look, let's just do the assignment, okay?"
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Can I finish looking first?"
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Eventually, the class came to a halt. They split up to ho to various classes, then met back up for lunch.
Rommie was sitting down with a tray of school lunch, that she looked slightly disgusted with, when Beka came up.
"Hey! How was Amrican history?" Rommie asked cheerfully, as Beka sat down beside her.
"Bad. The teacher is pretty awful, and I'm kinda failing," Beka replied, sticking a fork in her own food, and twirling it in fascination. "What is this stuff?"
"Beats me. I think the popular opinion is glue, but there are a number of opther theories," Rommie replied. "I find it works best if you just don't think about it. And I can help with the history. It's my best subject."
"Really? Wow. I can help in Math if you want," Beka offered.
"Thanks. History is just easy, I seem to just remember everything, like files on a computer or something. I thik about it, and there it is," Rommie shrugged.
Beka rolled her eyes.
"A photographic memory, my kingdom for a phtographic memory!' she groaned. Rommie laughed. She opened her yogurt, and took a spoonful.
"Sorry for dumping you in computer lab, but if I don't wok with Dylan, I don't know where he is. We're study buddies," she explained. Beka smiled.
"No biggie. I sat next to a hottie, I think. His name's Charles, or something weird like it. He told me to call him Charles. He seemed to like me," she said, running a hand through her hair.
Rommie's mouth dropped open.
"Charlemagne? You sat next to Charlemagne?" she asked.
"Yeah. So is he a big name on campus or something?" Beka asked, interested.
"Like, majorly. He's the richest kid in school. His dad sent him to this expensive public school, and I think he was going to get kicked out, cos he refused to do any work. But he came here instead. He's a loner, most of the time, hangs a lot with the recluses, and keeps himself to himself. If he was friendly, then he *definately* likes you!' Rommie giggled.
"Cool!" Beka said. Then she thought a second. "I still think Tyr is amajor hottie, though!"
"C'mon girl, snap out of it! Tyr is nothing to Charlie-boy!" Rommie argued. Just then, Dylan walked up.
"Charlie?" he asked. Rommie smiled.
"Chalremagne is interested in her," she told him. Beka poked her.
"Really?" Dylan asked. Beka relunctantly nodded.
"Hey people, Harper is here!" said someone behind Dylan.
"I forgot my beloved cousin," Dylan said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Beka stifled a laugh, as Harper stuck his head around Dylan.
"Dylan, you need to shrink. I can't see through you," he complained.
"It's not my fault you're short," Dyaln said, reasonably.
"Yeah, but you're all broad, and, hey! I think you need to go on a diet, cuz!" Harper announced, poking Dylan in the ribs.
"It's muscle!" he protested.
"Meet Dylan. One of the jocks I mentioned earlier,' Rommie said to Beka, with a grin.
"really?" Beka asked. "what do you play?'
"Footvball. I'm the captain," Dylan said proudly.
"Which means every girl in the three mile radius throws herself at him. And he has a ball," Rommie said.
"It's not my fault I'm cute, good looking, and funny!" Dylan protested again.
"Hey! Your jokes are funnier than mine!' Harper said, causing a genuine wave of amusement in the girls. Dylan punched him while Harper was laughing.
"Ow! I'm not a jock too, you know!" Harper said, rubbing his arm. Dylan smiled smugly.
"Hey guys!" Trance said, coming up with a sandwich in her hands.
"Hey. What you got there, tuna and mayo?" Dylan asked.
"Dylan, down! You've had your lunch, leave Trance's alone!" Rommie ordered, when Trance nodded. "honestly, he's worse than a dog!"
"I get hungry being all sporty," Dylan said, rubbing his stomach. Trance handed him half of her sandwich, which he wolfed down.
"Trance! Don't believe him, he gets plenty to eat. Dylan, apologise!" Rommie commanded. Dylan gave Trance a small smile.
"That's all right," Trance said.
"Trance! My purple princess!' Harper shouted, flinging himself at Trance, who looked slightly taken aback at this onslaught of teenage male. "Uh, hi Harper,' she said uncertainly. He grinned.
"So you on for helping me with Bio now?" he asked her. She smiled.
"Totally. You got your text book?" Trance asked. Harper fumbled in his bag.
"Yup! " he said, holding it up triumphantly.
"So you understand that the anareobic respiration builds up an oxygen debt?" was the last the three heard of Harper and Trance before they disappeared inside.
"So, tell em, what are the football team like?" asked Beka, for want of coversation. Rommie groaned, as the conversation disappeared under a wave of tactics, and plans.
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So what ya think? I know, I said this was T/B, but this is a new plot twist. And btw, just so you know, I don't particualrly like Dylan. But I'm keeping him intact for Rommie. Questions, comments, complaints, send them to slay_gal2002@hotmail.com. Or review.
Hell, flame, I don't care. All flames will be used to light Tyr's chain shirt on fire. Anyone with an answer for him always wearing that when the rest of the crew change, please tell me.
