04-09-2010, 05:47 AM
Tweak smiled, and then moved to sit back at her desk. "What are you working on?" she asked, drawing her brown eyes away from the kitten for a few moments before they resumed lingering on it's squirming form. The youth went back to her . . . dark artwork, reaching for her brush and dipping it in gold once again. "Anything big?"
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Jayce chuckled, and nodded to Miles as the class moved on. Mrs. Pasternack seemed a bit perturbed that the boy had answered so readily, even though he noticably hadn't been paying attention. Class seemed to take forever . . . but it eventually dwindled in time until it came to the point where the instructor let them work on homework to catch up - if one needed it, it was valuable time. Unfortunately, not many took advantage of it. Instead, they broke into cliques, cell phones out and mouths moving constantly as the level of noise rose.
Brushing his long hair out of his face, Jayce leaned over to nudge Miles again. "What were you doing?" he asked, looking toward the youth's work - he valiantly ignored the slap on his shoulder as one of the jocks made a joke that he'd conveniently missed. "You aren't the type to slack off from what I've seen."
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