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[JOSH HEMMINGTON]

Twenty minutes to go. Twenty minutes till his third class of the day started. It was nice to have two open blocks, gave him enough time to mark whatever needed to be done. Handy. He sit at the organized desk, the red pen scribbling across the test in front of him, a small "X" being put by most the answers. Kids these days. Mind you, it was the first test they got, just to base things off what the class already knew, so he could progress from there. His next class would be the seniors. The fun crazy class. He actually enjoyed teaching the senior class as they seemed to be fairly willing to learn. In the sense that they can sit down and shut up better then the other classes. He tried hard to keep all the relationships with his students strictly, "student teacher" but it was hard with the senior class because they were only three years younger then himself. He could relate to them. Not to mention some of the gals- no. He pushed those thoughts back. Strictly professional.

He stand from his desk, the wheelie like chair moving as he do so. He wandered around the desks, between each isle, picking up the very little garbage left behind. All of it being crumpled up paper of the sort. He tuck in a chair here and there as well as he made his way up the last isle. There was a piece of paper left on top of one of the desks. Bold letters were written across the middle of the lined paper, and before reading it he thought of whom in his junior class sat here. He couldn't think of the name, but if he saw the face, he would know. As he glance down on the paper, he couldn't help but notice his last name right away, then he glanced to what was in front of it. "Mrs. Hemmington" was what it read. Little hearts bedazzle the paper around it, all neatly colored in and outlined. "Oh. Dear. Lord" he muttered to himself, shocked that anyone would leave something like this behind. Taking the paper off the desk, he crumpled it up throwing all the papers in the trash can, and seriously thought about setting it on fire. I mean, he might have been flattered, but that's just too young. He had morals.

He return to his desk, putting the marked tests to the far corner of his desk. He spin the chair as he face the flat screened computer. He had to do something to get rid of the shock and almost annoyance in his head from the note. Just weird. His digits type accordingly, only to stop abruptly as a knock come from the door. Odd. Most people would have just walked in, but there was still fifteen minutes left of the break. Why would anyone want to come to math early? Whatever. "Come in..." he spoke, his rough voice sounding as if a questioning tone was in it. Well, it was. Who knocked these days?

[CASSIDY LEIGHANN ANGEL]

"UGH!!" A petite hand slammed the mechanical pencil that was clentched in its hand down on the table. The girl hated math more than anything in the world and the teacher was deffinatley no help at all. She hated that man with a passion he tried WAY to hard to be friends with his students and he just seemed so cocky. It fustrated her half the time, with his non stop joking around. Usally most students would love that but when it came to her she just wanted to get in and out of the class.

The girl sighed and stood up from her desk and groaned again. She was going to have to go and meet up with Mr. Hemmington and ask him about the problem she was stuck on. She sighed and picked up her bag before heading out the door and leaving for the school building. Once inside she hurried to the classroom where her next period would be and knocked on the door. When his voice called through the door she entered and frowned. "Sorry to distrub you off period but I have a question about the homework." She sighed as she moved over to his desk and set the paper on it. "Can expain problem seventeen to me?" She asked with a sigh. She so didn't want to be here right now she had fifteen mintues of freedom left and she wanted to spend it boy hunting no with her math teacher.

TAG: Cassie and Josh
WORDS:

[/color] Nope not counting
MUSE:[/color] Can't Be Tamed - - Miley Cyrus
CLOTHING:[/color] Click Me!
NOTES:[/color] WOO! Plot!
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[JOSH HEMMINGTON]

The door open and the oh so familiar irritated voice was immediately recognized. He didn't bother to look from his screen, his digits going back to typing as he quickly wrap up the staff E-mail. He glance her way in a questioning look as if wanting to know what she wanted. Oh yes. He had learned quickly with her. It was evident she disliked him, the only question was why? Was it because everyone else liked him? Did she have to be different. She had stood out from everyone else day one, but, strictly "student teacher" he reminded himself. It's not like he tried very hard to have people like him. He didn't go out of his way to make people like him, it just...happened. He push the argument out of his head. He would keep quiet only till his voice be needed. She step towards his desk, placing the paper he had handed out just the other day in front of him. She needed help. Now, some would say a witty comment, jabbing back, but, let's be real here, how old are we? Twelve?

Hand run across the paper bringing it towards him as he scan to find the number she requested help on. Quadratic formula. Some of the questions put in were college level, but he had no fear that they would easily get it and understand. Understanding those questions would make all the others easier. He explained it as quickly and simply as possible, scribbling down on a blank piece of paper beside him, writing out a similar question. He broke it down, pausing momentarily here and there. "Simple..." he spoke, finishing his explaining as he push the paper back towards the girl.

[CASSIDY LEIGHANN ANGEL]

Cassie watched as the male slid the paper toward himself and then scanned it. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair tapping her foot lightly. She then listened to everything he said and nodded her head here and there to let him know she was listening. After he explained it she got it and it wasn't as hard as it seemed. If she would have tried a little harder she would have gotten it. She sighed and nodded her head with a small smile. "Thanks." She said scanning the paper taking all the information in. She then glanced up at the clock. She should have waited like five minutes longer to come meet with him. "Er. . . can I just like hang in the back of the class room until it starts?" She asked looking at the back of the room and then to Mr. Hemmington once again.

When she got the answer she smiled and nodded before moving to the back of the classroom to wait for the other students. This was an awkward situtation for her since she dispised this teacher with everything in her. She sighed and sat down in the back corner deck. She threw her bag down on the ground and then pulled out her cell phone. He chocolate eyes scanned it for any new messages but when there wasn't any she frowned and groaned. This was going to be a long ten minutes. She cleared her throat before looking up at the teacher and then toward the door. She wished another student would come in so it wasn't just the two of them.

TAG: Cassie and Josh
WORDS:

[/color] Nope not counting
MUSE:[/color] Can't Be Tamed - - Miley Cyrus
CLOTHING:[/color] Click Me!
NOTES:[/color] WOO! Plot!
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[JOSH HEMMINGTON]

She obviously caught on quickly. She take the paper back, uncertainty crossing her face before she spoke. "Have at 'er" words adding a little bit of attitude in them. No, he wouldn't swoop to a lower level and dish out cocky dirty tones just to get back at her for....well. What did she do? What did he have to get back at her for? For hating him? Anyways. She move to the back of the class, the silence almost making the man want to laugh. It was just his nature, but instead, the old question popped up, and before he knew it, he actually asked. "Now I have a question..." he started, propping his elbows on the desk, his pale pools searching out the girls. "..Why is it you..." he paused, searching for the right word. Hate just seemed too...hateful. "strongly dislike me?" words finished.

Pools didn't bother to look anywhere else but at her, holding her gaze. His, let's call it normal, attitude was put aside. This odd....vulnerable side wanted to come out. He was unsure if it showed in his eyes, but he could feel it within himself. He normally kept his front up, putting on the strong teacher look for the sake of his students, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel as if he did those four years ago. The pain rushed back, the hurt, the sorrow, but it showed in a different way. None of the nonsense that was going on in the mans head made sense, but at the same time made perfect sense. He couldn't shake it off.

[CASSIDY LEIGHANN ANGEL]

Cassie dropped her head to look over her manicured nails and when she felt the males eyes on her and him speak up she looked up at him slowly. She then shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. . . I just do." She said her chocolate pools looking back down at her nails. She then looked back up at he male her eyes scanning his face. "Why do you care. Your a teacher not a friend. You shouldn't care what students think of you." She said lifting a brow and tilting her head. The girl the turned to the side and crossed her legs leaning back against the rail that attatched the desk and fiddling with her french manicure once agian.

A small hum/sigh escaped her lips and her eyes travled over to the clock. Barley a minute had ticked but and she groaned a bit. Come on move a little faster. She thought as she flicked her head a bit so her bangs were in her eye site anymore. She then looked back up at the male and frowned. He was still looking at her and she bit her lip and looked down at her desk. Her finger then traced over a small sketching feeling a bit awkward.

TAG: Cassie and Josh
WORDS:

[/color] Nope not counting
MUSE:[/color] Can't Be Tamed - - Miley Cyrus
CLOTHING:[/color] Click Me!
NOTES:[/color] WOO! Plot!
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[JOSH HEMMINGTON]

He still sit as his desk, elbows propped up on it, hands holding his head up as he rest his chin on his hands, looking like boredom to some, but let's just call it coy. His pools stay on her, awaiting an answer and it wasn't long before she shrugged and replied. She almost seemed....nervous? Uncomfortable? Whatever it was, the boy was slightly irritated. No clue why. His pools finally fell from the girl as her words continued, "why do you care" going through his head over and over again before it clicked. I don't he repeated those words in his head. It would work. "It was simply a question" he spoke, the previous emotion and interest falling from his tone, his demeanor going back to normal "teacher" mode. Cocky. Arrogant. He may be a lot of things to a lot of people, but "emotion" wasn't in his vocabulary book. It slipped up here and there, like moments ago, but it was easy to hide, especially when you've had twenty one years to practice.

The chair made little noise as he push from his desk, his hands going to one of the drawers in his desk. He pull on it, revealing stacks of papers inside. The joys of marking. He pulled out a good handful and then some before placing them on his desk. It was easy to take your mind off things, but he couldn't let this one go. The troubled thoughts dare not show on the outside for his exterior put on a strong teacher like show. As if he didn't care, like nothing she said bothered him. When in truth the inside, his interior, was burning to know more. To pick away at the girls "oh so sure of herself" layers, wanting to know what was really going on. Then again, maybe that really was what was going on. What did he want to go on? Nothing.....

Right?

[CASSIDY LEIGHANN ANGEL]

Cassie lifted her brown at his words and shurgged her shoulders. She again ran her hand through her dark chocolate locks and sighed in bordem. She then pulled out her phone once again and started texting a bunch of people. The time didn't seem to be going any faster and this awkward silence was looming in on them making her a tad more uncomfortable. "Now that you asked me a question I get to ask you one. . . why do you care so much about what your students think of you?" She said putting the phone on her desk and turning forward and resting her fore arms on the desk looking at him.

Before he could anwser though the bell rang and students started to come in. She frowned a bit and sighed. She then smiled at one of her male friends as he came over joking around with her. "What are YOU doing here so early. Ms. I hate the math teacher." She rolled her eyes and pulled out her homework. "I couldn't get one of the questions." She said with a sigh. "Sure you didn't. You probably wanted to fuck him just like the other girls in this class." Cassie scoffed and shook her head. "Gross!" She said shuddering and then looknig up front again biting her lip and leaning back against the chair.

TAG: Cassie and Josh
WORDS:

[/color] Nope not counting
MUSE:[/color] Can't Be Tamed - - Miley Cyrus
CLOTHING:[/color] Click Me!
NOTES:[/color] WOO! Plot!
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[JOSH HEMMINGTON]

The girls spoke, but he didn't bother to look up right away, hand continued down the paper as the red pen scribble little x's and check marks here and there, other hand moving the papers once they were finished. He then looked up, noting her body position. Elbows rest on the desk, coy look spread across her face. Mockery. She was using his own actions against him. Eyebrow cocked as he just stare, thoughts rumbling throughout his head thinking of ways to reply. The bell rang interrupting his thoughts. He held his gaze with hers for only a moment longer till the door flew open. Students poured in small groups at a time. Some took there seats right away, others sat near friends to chat for a moment longer before the final bell would ring.

It only took a couple minutes for the final bell to finally go off, but lo and behold, students did nothing. The ones who sit near there friends continued to chat, those in there proper seats talked among those around them. Josh stepped to the open door, his hand pushing it closed. The door came to it's frame with a loud thud that he was sure echoed down the hallway. He didn't exactly slam the door, cause he didn't put a lot of effort into closing it. Regardless. Those who stand by there friends talking shut up and scurried to there seats, those who let their mind wandered were snapped back. It was very uncommon to catch the man in a bad mood. Though....this was only his irritable mood. His face held no emotion on it. His body language giving off a whole lot of angry. "Page two ninety two" he spoke as he stand near his desk, hands being stuffed into his pants pockets. Pale pools scan over the students faces, most looking as if the apocalypse had finally come, but it quickly brushed off their faces as they pulled out the massive text book, flipping to the desired page.

He go to the front of his desk, leaning back against it as he look around the room again, faces looking up at him, some curious, some confused. "Mr. Hendrick..." he called out, the boys head shooting up looking around nervously at first. "Yes?" the boy spoke in a quieter tone then he expected. "...what do you see on the pages in front of you?" The boy look down at the pages, then looked back up at him, "Uhh...questions?" he answered in a questioning tone. Oh yes, they were all a little confused at why Mr. Hemmington, the cool calm collected fun teacher was being so... teacher like. "How many questions?" Mr. H asked, looking at him, a sarcastic almost arrogant look across his face. It was evident that the other students were glad they weren't the ones being called out. "Uhh...T-two hundred and thirty two" the boy spoke, slightly stuttering at first. "Very good" the man look around again, the students faces almost pleading him not to call them out, the boys face he had called out looking relieved it was over. Everyone hated looking like an idiot in front of friends. In front of cute girls. In front of the normally "cool" teacher.

He step forward, moving down the middle isle, making his way towards the back. He turn to the right, the opposite way of where Cassidy sit, his gaze not bothering to look her way. Oh yes. Irritated. "All of you will complete these questions by the end of the class period. Those of you who fail to do so will stay late" and with that the class had a quiet groan, some complained quietly to themselves, others just kept there mouths shut. "All of you should know this material, so get to it." They pulled out paper and pencils and started on the questions. Mr. H moved back to the front of the classroom, taking his seat at his desk. His gaze wander around the room before resting back at his desk, going back to work at the papers he was previously marking.

[CASSIDY LEIGHANN ANGEL]

Cassie watched as the rest of the class entered the room but when final bell rang no one made a move to go to there seats until Hemmington slammed the door shut. Cassidy flinched at this and then looked forward. She had caused someone to be a bit pissy. She smirked at this and then listened to the next back and forth between the older male and the younger one. She chuckled at the boys timidness. Her eyes widened when they were told thier assignment and she shook her head. "That's not fair!" She said out loud and with a glare toward the male. She then huffed and started getting to work.

When the bell rang indicating the end of class Cassie looked at what number she was on and groaned. She then shook her head and stood up. She wasn't putting up with this. That was an unfair assignment and that jerk knew it. Cassie walked up to his desk and slammed the eighty seven questions she did down and then moved toward the door. The male couldn't make her stay there against her will. She had better things to do the sit in that math class with the worlds most unfair assignment.

TAG: Cassie and Josh
WORDS:

[/color] Nope not counting
MUSE:[/color] Can't Be Tamed - - Miley Cyrus
CLOTHING:[/color] Click Me!
NOTES:[/color] WOO! Plot!
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[JOSH HEMMINGTON]

The class groan in protest, a few complaints here and there, but one voice sounded above the rest. Fabulous. He spin on his heel as he face the girl, his voice casual, collected, uninterested. "It's no different then a test Ms. Angel. If you can't meet this one simple expectation, theres no point in taking this class" he spoke, his pale pools locking with hers before spinning back around as he make his way to the front, his voice speaking out once more, "Though without this class, I'd love to see anyone of you try to get into a descent College or University". It didn't take them long to quiet down and get to work. The silence allowing the man to get almost all his previous marking done. There were only three students that finish the questions early. As they brought the pieces of paper to the front he quietly tell them to to keep the silence in the room. Of course they listened.

The bell rang and most of the students quickly finished off the last few questions, scurrying to bring it to the front and get out of the class. If any of them enjoyed being in math at one point in time, they didn't now. Few students stay behind, though he had no doubt they only had twenty or less questions left. Stomping feet caught his attention as he glance up in time to watch the familiar brunette slam her paper down and storm out of the room. Jaw clenched in a pattern, old habit, as he stare down at the paper, glancing at the eighty seven number. She didn't even try. The students that stay behind look up in shock before going back to work, minding their own business. Eighteen and still throwing fits. Shame.

[CASSIDY LEIGHANN ANGEL]

The girl gave a cocky smirk when the teacher didn't even mother coming back to her. Wuss. She thought before turning out of the room and slamming the door shut. She didn't go back to her dorm room. No she went down the hall to grab a soda from the machine. The girl stuck to crisp dollars into the machine and then pressed the button for a green tea. When nothing came out she grumbled and whacked it on it's side making a loud thud. That worked though and she smiled. As she went to get out the soda she realized she forgot her bag and groaned. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair before walking back to the room.

As she entered the room she noticed that no one was in there but the teacher. She sighed and shook her head before going to the back of the classroom and crouching down to get the bag. She noticed that her notebook had been left out as well. "What the hell." She mumbled as she grabbed it and the unzipped her bag. She then stuffed the spiraled nuisance into that bag she stood and turned on her heels. Her eyes scanning over the male and biting her tongue not to say anything sarcastic.

TAG: Cassie and Josh
WORDS:

[/color] Nope not counting
MUSE:[/color] Can't Be Tamed - - Miley Cyrus
CLOTHING:[/color] Click Me!
NOTES:[/color] WOO! Plot!
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[JOSH HEMMINGTON]

One by one, each of the students that stayed behind filed out, stopping by the desk to drop their papers off. Eventually the room was quiet yet again. He glance around the room, looking to see if any chair needed to be tucked in, or garbage needed to be thrown away. It was tiresome to pick up after the students, especially when they were eighteen and should know by now to pick up after themselves. Then again, he was clearly proven wrong. Just as he was by Cassidy. The emotions he thought he felt for her completely diminished after she stomped to the front, slammed her paper down on his desk, then stomped out only to slam the door as well. Oh yes. Juvenile indeed. Girls like that needed a girl punch to the face with reality. Pools continue to scan around until they stop to rest on a bag in the back, underneath Cassidy's desk. A sigh escape his lips as he thought about moving it to outside in the hallway, but he thought better of it and decided to do nothing with it.

Just as the thought escaped his head, the door slowly opened as Cassidy walked in. She rolled her eyes and shook her head as she stormed off to the back. The male quietly scoff to himself, shaking his head at her juvenile actions. You'd think he would be used to it by now. Go figure. Soft spot for the pretty ones. Idiot. He heard her mumbled voice but didn't catch any of the words. He turn his head back down to the desk as he marked the last few papers that were handed in. The class knew the material, and a good majority of them passed with ease, so what was the big deal? If they wanted any future to further their education in a different school, things like this would have to be done regularly. Shame.