Saing Valentine Chapter 5, a roswell fanfic

Tess groans as she enters her 5th period class. Tardy for the first time. She sees Mademoiselle de Moore giving her a hard look and saying in her perfect French accent.
"Mademoiselle Harding. You are late, no?"
Tess swallows, standing at the doorway, her face turning a bright shade of crimson. Everyone knew if you were late even a second in Mademoiselle's class, you had automatic detention. Tess drew in a deep breath and said calmly, speaking clearly with a perfect French accent.
"Oui, mademoiselle. Je suis d?ol, mais mon lire." Tess holds up her French book and continues. "C'?ait au chez moi et j'ai souvenis apres d?euner. Dit, je vais chez moi et voil?" Tess shrugs her shoulders. "Je suis voici maintenant."

Mademoiselle de Moore gives her a rare smile and says, "Class, as you heard, Mademoiselle Harding spoke delicately and with a perfect accent. I applaud her success, and I hope she one day will consider majoring in it, but however, you still have detention, Miss Harding." Mademoiselle gave Tess an apologetic look and hands Tess the dreaded yellow slip. Tess sighs and says with sarcastic grace. "Merci beaucoup."

Tess drags her bookbag to her desk and plops in her seat. Matt McFerguason gives her a sympathetic look and Tess shrugs her shoulders. Matt leans forward, his aquarmaraine eyes sparkling and saying in a low face. "Nice try, Harding. I could never have pulled that one off." Matt flashes her an admirable smile, making Tess feel better. Before she can even reply, she feels a click inside of her as the door bursts open, revealing a disheavled Max Evans.

Maria scratches her throat and looking at Michael, who is sitting in the back of the room, drawing something in his notebook. She ignored Mr. Hollander's lecture over the Quadratic Formula. Who cares about a formula? It's not like she was going to use in her life time. She hated Algebra II, but thank God she had Liz.

Maria narrows her eyes, willing Spaceboy to look at her, but he doesn't. His tall frame is hunched over his desk, still drawing.

What in the hell is he drawing?

Exasperated, Maria turns around and glares at the overhead. Isabel had helped her during lunch over the coffee stain, but Isabel seemed out of it...
As nosey as she was, Maria had asked, and Isabel waved it off and replied she was worried about mid-terms. Maria hadn't quite bought it, but if Isabel didn't want to talk about it, Maria could let it go. She and Alex had been the only one's out in the quad. Liz hadn't shown up, but she would get the scoops later.

She turns around again, looking at Michael, her green eyes narrowed. She silently sends him a telepathetic message: Michael! Spaceboy! Maria shakes her head, her body leaning forward; her muscles tense. She rolls her eyes and turns around once more, seething with annoyance. She takes a quick pick after a second, and sees he's still drawing. God! What could be so important that he wouldn't notice me?

Michael Guerin looks out of the corner of his eye at the back of Maria. Michael shakes his head. He knows how Maria feels about him, but he can't say the same thing. Not until kissing Isabel. He closes his eyes and concentrates on his drawing. He erases lightly, trying to make the eyes come alive with passion and life; the way he saw her. He drew her mouth; those pouty, full lips, and her hair; blonde and soft. Michael gently touches the pictureisque cheek and can almost imagine her softness. He can almost imagine Isabel. Looking up at him.

Max gives Mademoiselle a sheepish smile and says, "I'm sorry I'm late."
Mademoiselle de Moore crosses her arms and says icily. "Monsieur Evans. You are late, therefore you have detention, and if you would be so kind, please fix your hair and wipe off those lipstick marks on your cheeks."

The whole class snickers as a red-faced Max sits down and takes out his notebook and book. He straightens his hair out, using some of his powers and wipes the lipstick marks with a tissue. Tess flashes him a sympathetic look and returns to listening to Mademoiselle de Moore giving a lecture on the difference between the table manners in France, compared to in the U.S.
After 10 minutes, Mademoiselle de Moore announces that she wants two people to get together and talk amongst themselves in French about the differences of the French culture Vs The U.S.

Max got with Matt McFerguason and Tess got with Ally Silverman.

Max and Matt quickly finished talking. Matt had transfered a few months ago, and Max hadn't really gotten to know him. Matt was a quiet guy; shy and down-to-earth. He mostly kept to himself, but he was popular among the girls, considering he was good looking; with short blonde hair, slightly tanned skin, tall and atheltically built, and aquamaraine eyes, and a shy, easy going smile.

Matt cleared his throat and asked nervously. "So, umm..you know that girl over there, right? The one with curly blonde hair and vivid blue eyes?" Max nodded his head, his brows furrowed together.
"Yeah."
"Well.."Matt began, clearing his throat. "I was wondering if she has a boyfriend?" Max's eyes narrows for a brief second, his heart thumping wildly. Who in the hell does he think he is?
Max blinks. I don't own Tess. Clearing his throat, Max replies. "No..but umm..do you have a crush on her or something?" Max asks, trying to keep the mood light.
Matt smiles and ducks his head, embarrassed. "Yeah. She's gorgeous and so intelligent! I'm surprised she doesn't have one." Matt looks at Max and asks, "Why haven't you asked her out? I see the two of you hanging sometimes, and also considering that History assignment." Max clears his throat. "Yeah well..Tess and I are just friends, and I've decided not to do the assignment, because it's so stupid. I'm going to the dance with Liz Parker. You know who she is?"

Matt nods his head. "Yeah sure. The pretty girl with dark hair and who wants to be a Molecular Biologist." Matt narrows his eyes. "Are you sure, man..? I mean, the assignment is a project. If you don't do it, it'll totally kill your quarter grade. Are you sure you want to risk it or unless of course you have feelings for Tess..?" Matt looks at Max, his eyebrows raised.
Max hesitates for a second. McFerguason had a point. He didn't want to kill his quarter grade, considering he'd be grounded for life, and if it wasn't nothing between him and Tess, then it would be alright. Max looks at Tess, his eyes softening for a brief second. Matt was right, Tess was indeed gorgeous. Max shakes his head. What are you thinking about Evans? You're with Liz. She's the most beautiful thing. So, don't screw it up! Max looks back at Matt and says, smiling. "I'm positive. Tess and I are friends. That's it. Besides, it's just for the six weeks. I'm positive my semester average will be high enough. Why don't you ask Tess to the dance?"

Matt shakes his head. "Can't. I'm with Ally Silverman, and Hogworth said we could ditch our dates at the dance. Well, Ally and I discussed it, and we both don't want to be with each other. So, we're just going to get our grade and that's it. I've been working on asking Tess out, so it's all a matter of due time."

Mademoiselle de Moore claps her hands, interrupting their talk. "Alright class, please return to your desks and get out your textbo-" Mademoiselle's voice is cut off by the bell. Everyone turns their desk back to it's original spot, while Mademoiselle is yelling over them: "Everyone read pages 40-51 and do the Questionaire, and Monsieur Evans and Mademoiselle Harding. Detention, oui?"

Tess nods her head and goes out, followed by Max. Max touches her elbow, walking down the west wing of West Roswell High. "You have detention? Since when?" Max looks at her, his eyes suspicious.
Tess rolls her eyes. "Get over yourself, Max. I walked in late, because I forgot my book at home, and I rushed over after lunch to go get it." Tess holds her hand up and says sweetly. "You on the otherhand, came in late because you were making out with Liz. I know you're going to the dance with Liz, but let me remind you oh partner of mine that I." Tess points to herself enunciating every word. "I am not going to fail, because of whatever lack of brain cells you have in that head of yours. So, either you pick up, and then you can ditch me at the doorway to the dance floor, because I am not going to fail History, because of your selfish and self-righteous reasons, understand?"

Tess gives him a hard look, her blue eyes now cold and firm. Max's jaw tightens. "I don't care, Tess. I'm going with Liz, and that's settled. You have no right telling me what to do."
Tess' eyes fires up and she says softly. "And, you have no right to ruin my life that I'm trying to build, considering I have no family." Tess spits out, and angerily turns around and stalks off.

Isabel waits outside Senorita Perez's door, waiting for Michael to show up for his 6th period class. Isabel taps her foot impatiently. She really needed to talk to him, and she was about to go insane! She wanted to know what he meant by the kiss, and she swore to herself that if he treats her like he does with Maria, she was going to literally skin him alive.

Michael whistles softly as he heads around the corner towards his Spanish class. Michael's scatch book tucked safely in his locker, so nosey DeLuca, who was already pissed at him for not noticing her, won't snoop around. Michael's breath catches in his windpipe, making him cough. Isabel was standing right there. What in the hell was she doing there? She doesn't take Spanish!

Michael walks cautiously up to her, trying to ignore how great she smelled or how beautiful she looked just now. Clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair. "What's up?"

Isabel gives him a hard glare and asks, her voice full of anger and disbelief. "What's up? All you can say to me is what's up?" Her voice goes another notch higher, her cheeks flushed and her eyes flashing.

God she looks hot...

Shaking his head and giving himself a mental kick, Michael says harshly. "Well, what in the hell do you want me to say?"

Isabel blinks, and looks away. Michael knows he's hurt her, but he has, too. For both of them.

Isabel takes a deep breath and looks back at Michael. She knows he cares about her; his eyes aren't looking into hers, and his body is fidgeting. Isabel narrows her eyes and without a word grabs his arm and drags him across the hall and into the eraser room. Closing the door quickly and lockingit, Isabel turns around and yells. "I am not Maria! So, don't treat me like that! We've known each other too long! You kissed me, Michael! How could you kiss me! Why did you kis---"

But Isabel's little tantrum is over, because Michael cups her face and kisses her roughly, making her head spin and both of them out of breath.

Michael pulls aways and says softly. "I wanted to kiss you for a long time, Isabel."
Isabel can't say anything, but only to kiss him again.

Tess sighs, relieved that 6th period is her study hall. She tugs a strand of her blonde hair, and spins her combination, and fumming over her fight with Max. How dare he? She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. Just forget him, Tess. You don't need him. Just go and explain it to Mr. Hogworth, and he'll probably understand. Tess sighs again and opens her locker and gasps.

Inside her locker has been hanged with red velvet drapes and paper cut hearts. Also, daisies and blue orchids-her absolute favorites. Tess fingers them lightly, smiling. Tess finds a sealed, red envelope, and tears it out.

She opens it and reads:

"Lovely girl,
With angel hair,
I have been waiting for you,
Since the day of time

I will be at the dance
And I shall reveal myself to you

Yours Always,

Valentine "

Tess gives out a happy shout of glee and grabs her books for study hall. She couldn't wait to meet her Valentine.

He watches her, as she walks down the east hallway and to study hall. Giving an evil smile, he whistles softly to himself as he walks down the other hallway, hands clasped behind his back.. He steps outside and takes out a lovely blue orchid and touches it, withering into his hand.

Soon, my lovely Tess. We shall meet.