Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna & missbehaved)
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				Title: <strong>Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>miss Hysteria</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 17:16:06</strong>
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				Name: Kimberley Lindsay<br>Age: 17<br>(http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/6594/blondebygrandaquarius.jpg)<br><br>(http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/1845/blueeyedgirlbyangerkitt.jpg)<br><br><br>---------------------------------------------------<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I sprinted down the hallway, past the rows of lockers and butcher-paper banners and gaudy, green doors.&nbsp; I was late and I knew it. <br>“It wasn’t my fault, really, my dentist appointment went longer than expected…”&nbsp; I rehearsed the excuse over and over in my head, trying to make it sound more believable.&nbsp; Not that it wasn’t true, it was, just not quite the whole truth.&nbsp; The appointment had gone longer than expected, though not by half an hour.&nbsp; I had used most of the time to finish last night’s homework.<br>I turned the last corner and darted the last few steps to the door of Miss Shaw’s English Class.&nbsp; Before opening the door, I stopped to catch my breath, straighten out my skirt, adjust my bra, etc.&nbsp; Peering in through the small, rectangular window, I saw the young form of Miss Shaw sitting on her desk.&nbsp; She didn’t look too busy.&nbsp; I gripped the door handle and pushed the door open.<br>Every eye in the classroom instantly turned in my direction.<br>“Ah, Miss Lindsay, how kind of you to join us.”<br>“S-sorry Miss Shaw.&nbsp; My appointment went late and-“<br>“Never mind.&nbsp; Just take a seat, please.”&nbsp; All my hard-worked excuse making was swept out of my head, leaving nothing left.&nbsp; Dully I nodded and started toward and empty seat in the back of the room.&nbsp; “As I was discussing with the rest of the class before you arrived, I’m assigning you all a research project that will be due at the end of the term,” Oh great, I thought, “Furthermore, this is to be a collaborative project – meaning you must work with a partner of your choice.” <br>Oh, much better!&nbsp; I shot a quick glance over to Jess, my best friend, hoping to see the usual conspiratory glance that indicated we’d be partnering… but it wasn’t there.<br>“If you had been here on time like the rest of your classmates, you could have participated in the selection process; seeing as you weren’t everyone else is already partnered,” dammit!<br>“S-so, I have to do it alone?<br>“No, that wouldn’t be fair.&nbsp; I’ve gone ahead and paired you with the only other student who didn’t show up today.&nbsp; Now, if you would all take out your grammar workbooks and turn to page 89…”<br>I sat down heavily in my seat and retrieved my grammar book, more interested in who wasn’t in class than in conjunctions.&nbsp; Who could it be? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 17:41:05</strong>
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				Name: Darla Dinting<br>Age: 17<br>(http://www.digital-photo.com.au/gallery/d/12883-3/Girl_with_hot_red_hair_MG_5732.jpg)<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Darla generally drew attention whenever she walked into a room... not that she minded. She partially thrived on attention. Her bright red hair was layered in a pseudo stylish angular hair cut that said "I don't give a shit all over it." There was no real reason for her to be at St. Vitruvius... It was clearly not a school where people like her generally went however, she really had no choice in the matter... was the apparent.<br><br>She had woken up late again but walked in with her assignment perfectly done. English after all was her favorite subject even if she thought the young Miss Shaw, was a beautiful stuck up bitch who didn't really care much about her students.<br><br>She refused to straighten up her uniform now as her lanky figure stood at the door. She hated wearing uniforms... It made everyone looked like drones she thought. She walked in cooly without a word pulling off her sunglasses and handing an assignment to Miss Shaw without saying a single word. She chose the seat furthest in the back as she chewed gun walking quickly back there. she smoothed out her red hair (brighter than it's natural color over and looked up at her desk <br><br>"Miss Darla... I'm glad you decided class was worth your time... however considering this is the third time this week you're late , expect a meeting with me after class. " Darla smiled at the thought of being alone with the lovely Miss Shaw clearly letting her emotions show on her sleeves for once. She let the smile go biting her lip as she nodded. "We have a project due this week... you will be working with Kimberly so she can tell you all about it. In the mean time... since everyone is here now... lets have a quiz shall we on last night's readings. Please pull out a sheet of paper."<br><br>The class groaned reaching into their bags to pull out paper but Darla smiled again. Shakespeare at least was something she felt she knew like the back of her hand.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>miss Hysteria</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:28:04</strong>
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				(http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/1845/blueeyedgirlbyangerkitt.jpg)<br><br>“…Please pull out a piece of paper.”<br>Ugh.&nbsp; Kim groaned loudly along with the rest of the class.&nbsp; She hated Shakespeare under normal circumstances, but how could she be expected to concentrate on it <em>now</em>?&nbsp; All she could think about was how she was going to have to do her whole English project with Darla Dinting!&nbsp; Kim shot a covert glance over in the girl’s direction; Darla actually looked happy about the quiz…&nbsp; UGH!<br><br>She blew through the test as quickly as possible, guessing on only a few of the answers.&nbsp; Why did this stuff have to be so confusing?&nbsp; Whatever; she’s managed a solid B, she thought.&nbsp; She jumped to her feet and began making her way to the front of the room, making sure her path took her by Darla’s desk.&nbsp; As she passed by on her way to Miss Shaw’s desk, Kimberly noticed Darla’s paper was filled almost completely with neat, tiny letters.&nbsp; Kim’s own page didn’t contain a single answer of more than two lines, and looked bare by comparison.&nbsp; It made Kim feel stupid.<br><br>She placed the test on Miss Shaw’s desk, but instead of returning to her seat she lingered.&nbsp; Finally, Miss Shaw noticed her.<br>“Yes, what is it Miss Lindsay?”<br>“Um, Miss Shaw, is there anyway I could, perhaps, switch my project partner?&nbsp; Or do the project alone, maybe?”&nbsp; Kim whispered, hoping no one would overhear.&nbsp; The young professor stared at her with a look that said ‘You come into my class late and expect favors?&nbsp; I should paddle you right now’ but her voice said something less severe.<br><br>“I’m sorry, Miss Lindsay, I’m afraid switch partners is quite out of the picture.&nbsp; Now please return to your seat before I send you to Ms. Benton’s office.”&nbsp; Much to Kim’s dismay, she made this announcement to the whole class rather than Kim privately.&nbsp; She felt all the eyes in the classroom burning into her as she made her way back to her seat.&nbsp; When the test was finally over, Miss Shaw took a large cardboard box from under her desk.<br>“Alright, ladies, today we’re starting a new work in our discussion of classical texts.”&nbsp; She brought a small-ish book out of the box, “Twelfth Night, by William Shakespeare.”<br>Groans emanated from the students.&nbsp; Although, Kim noticed, not all the students; Darla looked happy as a clam.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 08:22:21</strong>
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				Darla looked up from her quiz noticing Kim talking to Miss Shaw and hearing her response. She smirked... Kim was clearly not willing to do QUITE anything to please the teacher, thought it looked like she wouldn't really have a choice in this matter. Darla smirked, it felt good to see the cheerleader disappointed. Probably better than she should've. She smiled and gave Kim a sarcastic smile and a thumbs up as she walked back to her seat a look that yelled 'I'm excited to work with you too!... not!'.<br><br>She quit her charade and paged through the Twelfth Night book she was given. Hers was a crumby copy and she realized she'd probably just end up using the anthology she had at home anyway so it didn't matter too much. She flipped through the annotated book remembering brief bits of it from the last time she read it... it was a very confusing convoluted plot, but like the others it had it's moments. <br><br>She looked up now listening to Miss Shaw explain the plot of the story briefly and their expectations for reading it as she gazed out the window bored by the English teachers beautiful but monotone voice. Despite being happy about reading Shakespeare nothing in the world could make her happy about working on a project with Kim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>miss Hysteria</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 18:59:00</strong>
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				(http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/1845/blueeyedgirlbyangerkitt.jpg)<br><br>As Miss Shaw went on about mistaken identity and cross-dressing Kim found herself drifting off.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered aimlessly, trying their very best to forget everything that had happened so far in the class.&nbsp; They’d almost succeed when, purely by accident she found her gaze settled upon Darla.&nbsp; Darla… the punkrock princess of St. Vitruvius High.&nbsp; Her dyed-red hair and make-up looked tacky and fake, her “messy’ uniform a cry for help.&nbsp; And Kim was going to be stuck with her for the rest of the year!&nbsp; It might have been okay if Kim and Darla were complete strangers, then Kim could behave as shallowly as she wanted; as it was, they had a history.<br>BRRRRRIIIINNNNNNNGGGG!<br>The bell rang signaling the end of English for the day.&nbsp; Kim quickly packed up her things and dashed off to her next class, gym, hoping with all her might to avoid Darla Dinting for the rest of the day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 04:48:43</strong>
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				Darla smirked as she left the room noticing how quickly Kim aimed to avoid her. It was hard to avoid someone for long at St. Vitruvius. There were too few students for that. Darla exited the classroom at her own pace and entered the gym locker rooms gracefully.<br><br>She was thankful that it was gym. At least there was one class in school where the teachers cared as little as Darla did. Darla had made it a habit to stand out in this class by refusing to adhere to the gym dresscode. As much as she did like being an academic and what not she cared more about fucking authority.<br><br>She undressed quickly like it was her job throwing aside her uniform like it was her job and quickly and throwing on a pair of short black shorts and a sleeveless black t0shirt with Against Me! printed in big gold letters across the front of it then slid off her bra quickly underneath as she giggled slightly. She wasn't one of those hoity toity girls who needed to spend shit tons of money on sports bras.<br><br>She looked int he mirror and grinned putting both hands through her hair as she messed it up. She by nature refused to take out all of her pins. and put on a pair of black converse high tops over her knee high socks as she walked out for gym looking like the odd one as she went back to her locker putting on some deodorant and locking up her locker as she spotted Kim in the corner chatting with the other cheerleaders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>miss Hysteria</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 00:32:26</strong>
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				(http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/1845/blueeyedgirlbyangerkitt.jpg)<br><br>Kim adjusted the designer sports bra underneath her billowy gym uniform.&nbsp; The clothes, she secretly suspected, were designed to be unattractive but she and her friends had spent many minutes under the gym showers thinking of ways to make them at least marginally fashionable without breaking any dresscode regulations.&nbsp; <br><br>At the moment, she was discussing this very topic with Sarah, Danielle, and Lauren—fellow cheerleaders.&nbsp; All their tops had been altered ever-so slightly—rolled, tied, cut, or, in some cases, sewn to be form-fitting at the very least.&nbsp; The baggy gym shorts had been rolled at the waist, showing off as much leg as possible.&nbsp; It was, they all knew, as sad state of affairs, but much better than it could have been.<br><br>“Look out, Kim,” said Sarah, pointing over her shoulder.&nbsp; She didn’t need to ask to know what she needed to look out for.<br><br>“Ugh,” said Danielle, pointedly looking the other direction as if she couldn’t even stand the sight of Darla.<br><br>“Yeah, Kim, why don’t you go say hi?”&nbsp; Lauren shoved Kim in Darla’s direction and quickly swept off to join the others, giggling.&nbsp; Not willing to lose points by having to turn around, Kim continued in Darla’s direction as if it had been her own idea.&nbsp; Instead of stopping to talk to her, however, she continued off in the direction of the locker-rooms.&nbsp; She had almost made it to the door when Mrs. Powell, the gym teacher, emerged and almost plowed straight into Kim.<br><br>“Oh, sorry, Ms. Powell…”&nbsp; The tall woman glared down at her.<br><br>“Where are you off to, Kimberley?&nbsp; Class is about to start.”<br><br>“Ummmm…”<br><br>“Whatever it is, it can wait, now go join the other girls.”<br><br>“Yes, Ms. Powell,” said Kim dashing back over to the crowd.&nbsp; Mrs. Powell blew her whistle and all the girls began to line up.&nbsp; As luck would have it Kim ended up standing next to none other than Darla—she just hoped they weren’t doing a partner game today…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 20:42:20</strong>
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				Of course, whenever you wish for something the opposite happens. Murphy's law. Darla could almost feel Kim's disgust and loathe when she heard Mrs. Powell's words:<br><br>"Alright ladies, your gym leaders are taking attendance. As you know we're starting a new unit today, it will be our dance unit. We will start with traditional ballroom dances and then continue on to the more quirky and fun ones. So today, we will be starting off with Salsa" Mrs. Powell smiled sufficiently pleased by her own announcement as she heard the girls reactions, some were excited but most just groaned. The prospect of ballroom dancing without male counterparts seemed boring.<br><br>Darla smirked affectionately pushing a lock of hair as Mrs Powell paired up people in the line. adjusting them closer together as she did with Darla and Kim as she walked past.<br><br>Darla looked over at Kim now biting her lip. "So that's twice in one day I get partnered with you... what are the odds do you think?" She was speaking more to herself than anyone else and not knowing the answer to her own question she simply shrugged not really saying much as she sat looking around while a couple of the senior girls stood up taking attendance for the teacher as she sat facing the opposite direction of Kim. She thought about cutting but figured with the partner system it might be too obvious but still highly considered it, it could beat working with Kim who in her eyes was a complete bimbo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Can Play at Those Games (lacuna &amp; missbehaved)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>miss Hysteria</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 02:09:38</strong>
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				(http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/1845/blueeyedgirlbyangerkitt.jpg)<br><br>Dancing, and salsa of all things!&nbsp; While Kim loved dancing, the thought of having to do it with Darla… ugh!<br><br>As the girls were lining up, Kim had the bright idea of trying to jump the line to get away from Darla, but Mrs. Powell was watching her.&nbsp; “Back of the line, Miss Lindsay,” she said none too subtly, physically steering Kim to her position across from Darla.&nbsp; Her partner gave her a sarcastic, sweet smile, which Kim returned with as much venom as she could muster.<br><br>“All right, Ladies, before we begin, I’m going to need a volunteer ‘couple’ to give us a demonstration.&nbsp; Does anyone here have any experience with this form of dance?”&nbsp; Before the words were even out of her mouth, Kim knew what was going to happen.&nbsp; “Miss Lindsay, why don’t you and Miss Dinting come out here.&nbsp; I seem to recall you gave a very lovely performance at last fall’s dance exhibition.”&nbsp; <br><br>“That was, um, flamenco not salsa, Ms. Powell.”<br><br>“I’m aware.”&nbsp; The tall woman stared at her then in a way that allowed not room for argument.&nbsp; Kim felt the laughter more than she heard it.<br><br>Mrs. Powell moved the two girls to the center of the room.&nbsp; “Now, Kim, since you have experience as a dancer, you’ll be the lead,” in other words, Kim was to take the man’s role.&nbsp; “Place your hands here... and here, and your feet…”&nbsp; Mrs. Powell wrapped Kim’s arms around Darla’s body tightly, far closer than Kim wanted to come to anyone, much less Darla.&nbsp; “Good.&nbsp; Now, I’m going to start the music and lead you two through the steps; and I want to see some passion out of you two!&nbsp; &nbsp;Ready?&nbsp; One, two…”&nbsp; The music began.<br>
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