Seth nearly tripped over the stairs. Up the stairs. Whatever.
He could smell it again.
It was wafting towards him like some sort of mystical dream, ensaring his senses, and quite obviously driving him absolutely wild.
She had to be around somewhere.
Seth spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of this elusive female.
Brad?
"What the fuck do you want, Cohen?" The Water-Polo Captain shoved Seth out of the way, busting his way up the stairs.
Seth hit the railing.
Hard.
"Oww?" he muttered, not speaking to anyone in general.
Rubbing his back, Seth continued his climb up the stairs, sniffing for the Vanilla, trying to trace it's owner.
He was like a police dog - he was going to hunt her down.
It never really ocurred to Seth that finding this girl might cause serious friction between he and Summer. Seth found himself so annoyed by Summer's clingy and quasi-abusive behavior, he had lost all rationale completely. He had to find this girl, no matter what.
--------------------------------
Math Class.
Party. Whoo...
Seth drummed the nubbed eraser of his pencil on the fake wood top of his desk.
These things were way too small.
His legs stretched out nearly underneath the seat of the chair infront of him, and were rapidly slipping into the sleeping state.
Seth couldn't handle it.
He glanced at the clock, which blared 11:02 back at him.
58 minutes.
Dammit.
Seth continued to drum away, building a beat in his head, letting his thoughts run wild. He could only think about the vanilla. He'd stopped by the Body Shop the other day and actually bought a small container of room oil.
Aromatherapy.
Seth had sectioned off a portion of his mind for that scent.
It was a guy thing.
That smell was the only thing on his mind these days. He thought about it when he was eating, playing video games, cleaning his room, kissing Summer...
Summer.
Right. His girlfriend.
So actually, there were two things on Seth's mind these days. Vanilla, and how to break-up with Summer whilst avoiding bodily harm.
Tricky.
Summer was a nice girl. Or at least she tried to be. And for a while, Seth had really liked her. But he had to admit, it was just like she had said it would be. They were the power couple of Harbor, and everyone knew they were going out. There was no avoiding it. If they broke up now, Seth could concievably ruin Summer's social life forever. And she'd risked too much already.
The nice Jew-ish boy wouldn't let that happen. No matter how tired of her he was.
Seth was jerked from his thoughts by the rattling of the door handle in the otherwise silent classroom. He and every other student looked up the catch a glimpse of the student foolish enough to test Mr.Humphrey's wrath by showing up late to class AND causing a disturbance.
To their surprise, Mr. H showed no immediate signs of rash action, but slowly moved his immense bulk towards the door (locked to keep 'slackers' out). Puffing slightly from the exurtion, he jerked the door open, his black piggy eyes staring out at the still invisible student in the hallways.
He mumbled a few things, and soft murmmers were returned.
With a grunt, he flung the door open and gestured to the only empty seat in the back, the one next to the window.
The student who walked in was not someone Seth had ever seen before.
She was fairly short, and fashionably slim (because if you weren't, you'd never survive in Newport), with honey coloured hair and skin that looked like it might have never seen a 'Fake and Bake' salon.
Seth lowered his head.
The 'taken' part of him said he wasn't allowed to look at other girls unless Summer said so.
He could hear the fabric of her clothes rustle as she passed him, and he exhaled deeply, as if he'd just won some terrific battle.
The murmmer of gossipy students rose quickly, all of them (minus Seth and a few other boyfriends) vying to get a look at 'The New Girl'.
Mr. Humphrey gave an animalistic grunt/roar, and the chatter died immediately.
Yikes.
He could smell it again.
It was wafting towards him like some sort of mystical dream, ensaring his senses, and quite obviously driving him absolutely wild.
She had to be around somewhere.
Seth spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of this elusive female.
Brad?
"What the fuck do you want, Cohen?" The Water-Polo Captain shoved Seth out of the way, busting his way up the stairs.
Seth hit the railing.
Hard.
"Oww?" he muttered, not speaking to anyone in general.
Rubbing his back, Seth continued his climb up the stairs, sniffing for the Vanilla, trying to trace it's owner.
He was like a police dog - he was going to hunt her down.
It never really ocurred to Seth that finding this girl might cause serious friction between he and Summer. Seth found himself so annoyed by Summer's clingy and quasi-abusive behavior, he had lost all rationale completely. He had to find this girl, no matter what.
--------------------------------
Math Class.
Party. Whoo...
Seth drummed the nubbed eraser of his pencil on the fake wood top of his desk.
These things were way too small.
His legs stretched out nearly underneath the seat of the chair infront of him, and were rapidly slipping into the sleeping state.
Seth couldn't handle it.
He glanced at the clock, which blared 11:02 back at him.
58 minutes.
Dammit.
Seth continued to drum away, building a beat in his head, letting his thoughts run wild. He could only think about the vanilla. He'd stopped by the Body Shop the other day and actually bought a small container of room oil.
Aromatherapy.
Seth had sectioned off a portion of his mind for that scent.
It was a guy thing.
That smell was the only thing on his mind these days. He thought about it when he was eating, playing video games, cleaning his room, kissing Summer...
Summer.
Right. His girlfriend.
So actually, there were two things on Seth's mind these days. Vanilla, and how to break-up with Summer whilst avoiding bodily harm.
Tricky.
Summer was a nice girl. Or at least she tried to be. And for a while, Seth had really liked her. But he had to admit, it was just like she had said it would be. They were the power couple of Harbor, and everyone knew they were going out. There was no avoiding it. If they broke up now, Seth could concievably ruin Summer's social life forever. And she'd risked too much already.
The nice Jew-ish boy wouldn't let that happen. No matter how tired of her he was.
Seth was jerked from his thoughts by the rattling of the door handle in the otherwise silent classroom. He and every other student looked up the catch a glimpse of the student foolish enough to test Mr.Humphrey's wrath by showing up late to class AND causing a disturbance.
To their surprise, Mr. H showed no immediate signs of rash action, but slowly moved his immense bulk towards the door (locked to keep 'slackers' out). Puffing slightly from the exurtion, he jerked the door open, his black piggy eyes staring out at the still invisible student in the hallways.
He mumbled a few things, and soft murmmers were returned.
With a grunt, he flung the door open and gestured to the only empty seat in the back, the one next to the window.
The student who walked in was not someone Seth had ever seen before.
She was fairly short, and fashionably slim (because if you weren't, you'd never survive in Newport), with honey coloured hair and skin that looked like it might have never seen a 'Fake and Bake' salon.
Seth lowered his head.
The 'taken' part of him said he wasn't allowed to look at other girls unless Summer said so.
He could hear the fabric of her clothes rustle as she passed him, and he exhaled deeply, as if he'd just won some terrific battle.
The murmmer of gossipy students rose quickly, all of them (minus Seth and a few other boyfriends) vying to get a look at 'The New Girl'.
Mr. Humphrey gave an animalistic grunt/roar, and the chatter died immediately.
Yikes.
