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Post by STEPHANIE FULTON on Oct 7, 2010 21:25:17 GMT -5
Stephanie was just so bored with her high school life and just couldn't wait for it to end and she was now on her way to the teacher's lounge and didn't care at all if the teachers caught her. They couldn't force her to not hang out in the lounge and she always broke rules, but she wasn't exactly a rebel really. Her actions where she broke the rules weren't severe enough to involve the cops, EVER! Stephanie opened the door and then shut it, but left a little crack open in case some other student was going to come in or because they saw her in here they would come in as well. Stephanie really didn't care as long as nobody tried to force her out of the lounge. Now, Stephanie was sitting on the small couch and was texting her friends.
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Post by IAN SANDERS on Oct 7, 2010 21:32:36 GMT -5
"Damn it...where in the hell is it..." Ian muttered, walking through the halls of the school. His coach had sent him to go and find the playbook, since coach had lost it. It annoyed the hell out of Ian. First, coach made him go into boxing so he could 'gain more potential', not that he needed it. Now he was sending him to find the playbook. It was annoying; he wasn't the coach's assistant. But the assistant was sick...Ian wished he was sick too right now.
He went towards the teachers' lounge, and saw that the door was open a bit. 'Someone is in there...great,' he thought, and pushed the door open. He recognized who was in there; not exactly someone he really wanted around much. He shook his head and then started looking through the things in the teachers' lounge, ignoring her thoroughly.
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Post by STEPHANIE FULTON on Oct 7, 2010 21:37:25 GMT -5
Stephanie was oddly enough texting her friend about the athlete Ian Sanders and her friend had just said that she thought he was extremely hot, but Stephanie had replied that she thought he was hot too, but didn't say that she secretly liked him. If she ever admitted to herself, her friends, and well everybody else she would feel like crap because she knew that Ian didn't like her or at least thats what she thought. Then she saw out of the corner of her eye the door open and it was Ian. Oh my gosh! She just couldn't ignore him. Then unkowningly and of slight nervousness Stephanie had dropped her phone by Ian's foot.
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Post by IAN SANDERS on Oct 7, 2010 21:41:51 GMT -5
He sighed, looking through all of the binders in the shelves. But his eyes landed on Stephanie when she dropped her phone and he raised an eyebrow. Then he leaned down and picked it up. "I think you might want to work on your grip." He said, chuckling as he started to look through all of the shelves in the room again. He had to find that playbook otherwise he was screwed...and the rest of the team. It had all of their game plans in it and it had the newest one they were going to try out at the next home game...which was in 5 days. He ran his hand through his hair, and pursed his lips as he stressed over where it could be.
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Post by STEPHANIE FULTON on Oct 7, 2010 21:45:59 GMT -5
"Thank you Ian! So, what is making you so stressed right now?" snd then Stephanie breathed a huge sigh of relief because Ian seemed to not know the real reason why she was acting like this. She had a huge crush on Ian, but she wouldn't let Ian find out about it unless she knew he felt the same way about her otherwise she'd feel terrible about ever even liking him at all. "Is it this you need Ian" and Stephanie held up a book towards Ian, but if he took it she hoped he wouldn't leave just yet.
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Post by IAN SANDERS on Oct 7, 2010 23:42:11 GMT -5
Ian sighed. "My coach needs me to find our playbook. He lost it, and he sent me to find it since his assistant is 'sick'," he said, emphasizing on the sick. He knew that the assistant wasn't sick, he had seen him out partying just yesterday. And now Ian had to do his work. He then continued looking through the shelves, pulling out every single binder and looking at the front. He glanced back at her and shook his head. "No, it has Latin on it." He muttered, looking through the binders before getting frustrated as he groaned. "Coach is gonna kill me." He grumbled.
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Post by STEPHANIE FULTON on Oct 8, 2010 22:21:43 GMT -5
"Well I saw two books and one of looks exactly like the way you described it Ian" and then Stephanie went down a little and oddly she was wearing a low cut shirt and she noticed it and tried to hide it. Then Stephanie saw the book and quickly grabbed it and then sat up shoving the book towards Ian, but also looking away in slight embarassment because she knew that Ian probably saw it. "Here's the book! I'm sure it's the one because it looks exactly the way you had described it Ian. Please take it!" and then Stephanie looked down a little.
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Post by IAN SANDERS on Oct 9, 2010 18:03:01 GMT -5
He pursed his lips as he raised an eyebrow at her. Then looked pointedly away from her when he saw the low-cut shirt...not exactly something he wanted on his mind at the moment. He fumbled with the book she shoved at him and then sighed, throwing it. "Nope, not at all. It's not exactly a book...more of a binder." He said, playing off a nonchalant tone. Ian turned away from her and pretended to ignore her as he started reaching to the highest shelves in the room.
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Post by STEPHANIE FULTON on Oct 9, 2010 19:22:27 GMT -5
Now Stephanie was getting very frustrated and annoyed at Ian because the explanation that Ian gave her about what the book/binder looked like was exactly like what she had tried to just give him. He hates her and Stephanie would just move on from him since he seemed to just want to bring her down. "Whatever then! I'm leaving!" and then Stephanie grabbed her phone and got up and then left.
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