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Zimmerdale
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Old 09-26-2013, 08:57 PM

Trevor and Zane talked until the warning bell rang. They said their goodbyes, telling each other they'd see each other at lunch at at Bravosky's math class after. He took one final look at his schedule.

English to start off the day, joy.

He turned around, eyeing the door to the English classroom he knew he was supposed to go to. He stopped by the water fountain that separated the lockers from the classroom door, taking his leisurely time to get a drink. And then the final bell rang and the morning announcements started.

Zane smirked as he was the last to enter the English classroom, late as he always is. He always liked to make an entrance. A few girls eyed him with admiration while others rolled their eyes at him. He ignored it all and just soaked up the already-angry face of Mrs. Tommlin, who he had to admit as the hot new teacher from just two years ago.

"Sorry I'm late, Mrs. T," he said too innocently.

Mrs. Tommlin rolled her eyes and waved for him to sit down. "Just sit down, Mr. Quinton," she grumbled as the class stood up for the pledge of allegiance.

Zane passed a black-haired girl. He recognized her from a few past years. Janice, Jane, Jamie-- something that began with a J, he thought. He smirked at her. The girl was cute, maybe even pretty, but just another one of those stuck-up judgmental preps, he reminded himself. His eyes turned away from her and he sat down at the last empty seat, just behind the J-named girl.