<div align="center">(http://teachers.egfi-k12.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/empty-college-classroom.jpg)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: History Classroom<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Monday, December 20th, 2010<br/><strong>Description</strong>: A small theatre-style classroom with a desk and podium in the back.<br/></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://kaispace.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/fc-jack.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>name</strong>: Eric Caulfield<br/><strong>time</strong>: ??<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/>Eric sat at his desk, looking at a paper Buffy had turned in that morning.  He'd already read it twice.  The paper was well-enough written, and some research had definitely gone into it, which he was glad to see.  The positive feeling was not one of pride as an educator, but rather a desperate relief that her weekend had not been too exciting.  He knew she'd volunteered over the weekend, and he was fairly confident she'd gone stalking.  No matter what else she'd done, though, she'd had time to put together a decent assignment, which means nothing overly interesting had happened.  She hadn't, for example, spent all day wearing a pleated skirt with no panties, blowing some man multiple times and running around with him in the basements of vacant buildings, begging him to fuck her in the hopes a vampire would think them vulnerable enough to attack.<br/><br/>It'd been a month since the greatest couple of months of his life, and every day he spent more time thinking about it.  He hunted daily now, in the hopes of chancing across her in some old warehouse, saving her again, taking her home and having her to himself all night.  He looked at his watch.  Soon he'd be able to leave, an opportunity he would take to either read up on some old text, go wandering in places he shouldn't, or think of her again and masturbate.  That was his life now.