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Post by brett on Mar 16, 2012 19:43:48 GMT -5
Brett should have just taken a day off. While he was held back last year partially due to truancy, sometimes days off were pretty beneficial. His day started off well enough, but taking a few pretty, colorful pills may have messed with his head a little bit. The alcohol didn't help much either, but how was he supposed to have a good breakfast without some vodka? After all, that was the only component of what he'd deemed to be a good breakfast. The sad thing was that Brett was considering this weird state of mind to be normal at the moment. He'd been hitting the pills and the liquor harder than usual, as of late, and it was becoming the way that he believed he'd act normally. He may actually have been right. The only difference was that while intoxicated, Brett had an excuse for his actions, which was truly the downside to sobriety. Especially for someone like Brett, who made it a practice to do as many stupid things as possible.
Oddly enough, Brett wasn't too tipsy today. Probably a little too high to focus, and more brazen than usual, but not anything too noticeable aside from dilated eyes and somewhat shifting motions like those of some kind of overeager kid. Even that last part wasn't too different than usual, though. He was childish enough to get away with it, at least. He sat in the back of a classroom, trying desperately to focus on what his teacher was saying. Unfortunately, the best he could do was just focus on her. Ms. Ravenhill was pretty hot, and if she was like the kind of teacher that movies and tv portrayed, she probably didn't get out much. Maybe some of his attention would increase his grade. This was probably a ridiculous thought, but it was a risk that he was willing to take. It was the kind of gambit that would pay off in the end. Maybe not, but Brett was an optimist when he was this high.
What Brett needed to get his hands on was some adderall, or ritalin. That would probably be better than ingesting what were either uppers or painkillers. He probably should have at least kept his pills labeled or something. He made a note of both of these where his notes should have been. At least he had something to study tonight. It was a joke that he even attempted to pass these classes, because he clearly wasn't cut out for it. He was too stupid, distracted, and drug addled for school. And what was he going to do when he graduated? He really couldn't do something like get a steady job if he couldn't even keep up in school. This whole thought process was another reason that he wasn't doing well in school. It was all lack of focus and motivation. Or so guidance councilors would tell him. The class was over by the time that he'd resolved to actually force himself to write anything down, and he decided it was best to stay afterward, and try to talk his way into passing this course. Tagged:: Caterina
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Notes:: So this may be the lowest Brett's gotten to in a while. xD Sorry the post is so bad though.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Mar 17, 2012 8:02:31 GMT -5
"Right," said Rin loudly over the chattering of the students when she walked into the room, two minutes and thirty three seconds late—not that she cared. "Because you're all too immature to handle instructions, the original lesson for today was cancelled. Instead, you'll all be taking notes. Isn't that lovely?" Her tone was dripping with sarcasm. Caterina wanted to be sitting around and watching them copy notes down about as much as the students wanted to write them. Teaching was not her calling by any means. Acting was her calling and because her students liked to fuck about and mess around in the theatre, she couldn't even teach it. Instead of being in the theatre, she was stuck here. How was she supposed to know that idiot kid would try to swing off the overhead stage-lights and break one of them? She'd gotten into trouble with the headmaster for not paying enough attention to her students and now they were all stuck in this cramped, too-hot room. What a way to start off the new term, huh? "And you," she said, pausing in front of the miscreant's desk, "have detention for the next two weeks. Wanted to eat your lunch at noon, did you? Well, that's not happening." She smacked the ruler she was holding against his desk for emphasis and he glared at her. It was one of the few highlights of her job, pissing people off. As long as she didn't go too far, she'd be fine.
She returned to her desk then, ruler and all, lounging back in her chair and running the tips of her fingers along its edges. She liked smacking it against things to vent her anger at the students. Thanks to the fact that abuse was not allowed and she couldn't even cuss them out on a regular basis, Rin had to settle for what she could get. It would be so satisfying to break it over someone's head, though. She held in a wistful sigh. If wishes were horses. Caterina knew that, if she were being, reasonable, it was her own damn fault she was in this mess. She'd been the one to skip school so often in college that she'd flunked out in her junior year. She'd been the one who'd not been able to get a job to pay the funds in order to re-enter. She had a job now but it was one she hated and she was flat broke between car payments, apartment rental rentals and the fees of keeping her father committed. He wasn't in a very fancy facility but it still cost. Rin hated sitting at her desk and simply watching them work, occasionally snapping at anyone who got the idea that they could talk. She was attentive to the fact that a few of her students were high and one of them kept flinching at loud noises and covering their eyes (probably hungover) but she didn't care much. It wasn't anything she hadn't done in high school. If someone found out she wasn't reporting them, she'd play dumb.
Finally the period of hell was over and she couldn't have been happier to see its end. She had a bit of a break before her next class, one that she should probably spend grading papers. "There'll be a quiz on Friday," she sprung on them as they filed out with bored expressions. "If you all fail, it's not my fault." She was a great motivator, wasn't she? I should be the face of their posters. The posters that teachers were expected to paper their rooms with were tacky and stupid. Some of them weren't even accurate, which pissed her off even more. If they were going to be cheesy they may as well get it right! She turned her attention to the papers and scowled at them as if hoping she could burn them with her mere sight. Should have been born a Fire. Deciding that she would do them later—procrastination was her best friend—Caterina stood up and was halfway to the door before she noticed she had company. "Blaire," she said, and his surname reminded her of the Blair Witch Project. "What do you want?" She could have done for being a bit more polite, maybe a 'What can I help you with?' but she dimissed that thought. What was his name again? It started with a B, she knew that much, but she usually addressed them all by their last names anyway,
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Post by brett on Mar 17, 2012 11:02:20 GMT -5
So there was a quiz on Friday? That wasn't good. He didn't even know what they were learning right now, so he surely couldn't retain any information. He was fucked. Great. This wasn't the first failure in this class, either. Hell, if he'd passed a test it'd be a first. If only he was more motivated. He was in academic purgatory right now - he didn't want to fail, but he didn't care enough to really try to pass. He'd never been a good student, and while he was hoping to change that, he only had a few more months to do so, and he doubted he'd be able to get that kind of momentum so fast. Not to mention, it'd have to include a myriad of lifestyle changes that he just wasn't willing to make. Such as not coming to class high. Maybe he should just focus on cheating better. That sounded like a novel idea. If he could find someone smart to sit near, he'd be golden. If he could get away with it. That may have have required sobriety as well, though, and he doubted he could do it.
Brett needed his idea to really succeed. He needed to be able to augment his grade any way he could, and if it meant seducing his hot teacher, he'd just have to take one for the team. As if it wouldn't be something he'd be willing to do for free, if not just for bragging rights. He liked having stories to tell about his exploits. Well, the ones that he didn't regret, anyway. Like the time that he got laid in a prison holding cell. Or any of those drunk nights at parties, where one night stands were frequent. There were some that he didn't want to relive, like taking his best friend's virginity at some party after taking down a few shots. This would certainly be different, though. Sleeping with a teacher was unprecedented for him. It was like the final frontier, or at least the final frontier he'd be willing to go to. That may not have been true either. He was always sinking to new depths, and he didn't know when that would stop. Regardless, if he could play his cards right he'd be golden. And Brett didn't believe that he was capable of striking out.
The teacher called him by his last name, something that he'd never be able to get used to, no matter how many times she'd said it throughout the year. It wasn't that it was necessarily a bad name, but it certainly wasn't one that he'd ever been called before this class. It was just so alien and unfamiliar that it took him a few seconds to realize that she was even talking to him. That could also have been the pills at work, too. He stood from his seat and looked at her for a moment with his typical devil may care smile. It probably worked better at club settings than a classroom, but it was the only way that he felt he could show his dangerous side, the side people found attractive in him, without actually jumping off a cliff or something. "Well, Ms. Ravenhill, I was wondering if there was something I could do to get some extra credit," he stated. That sounded innocent enough. He should probably have added more to that, or at least made it clear that he was hitting on her. What he just said could have earned him an extra assignment on top of the quiz on Friday. Fuck. He'd have to fix this one, and fix it fast. The last thing he'd want was to actually have to do work. That's why he was going to fail in the first place, after all. "Maybe if I took you out for a drink?" There. That was more direct. Also, if she was some kind of narc, it could have gotten him suspended or arrested. He hoped that it wouldn't come to that, though. He'd been in jail once already this year, and another visit didn't seem all too appealing. Especially since he'd only gotten out last time because he was lucky enough to have a friend with him who was going to be bailed out anyway. He was really pressing his luck now.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Mar 17, 2012 13:33:26 GMT -5
While she was used to calling the students by their last names, being called by her own was still something Rin was getting used to. She'd been teaching for a while but she always instructed new people she met, 'Call me Rin.' It was not a suggestion but a demand on her part that people refrain from using Caterina or worse, Cat, both of which reminded her of her very deceased mother whom she already looked enough like to be her fucking twin. It incensed the young woman whenever she was compared to the one who'd died giving birth to her. She hadn't known the bitch and yet everyone always thought it would be alright to say, 'Oh, Cat, you look so much like your mother!' She hated it. So, unless under special circumstances, she was Rin. Unfortunately for her, these were special circumstances. At the beginning of her career she'd been caught between allowing them to address her informally and thus risk losing her authority or keeping said authority and putting up with her pain-in-the-ass last name. She had chosen the latter and was still often unclear on whether she resented it or not. It was already difficult enough getting them to sit down, shut up, and listen to her without them having some kind of leverage over her. Yes, perhaps the route she'd taken had been for the best. Still, it was not only Brett who knew a moment of uncertainty with the use of last names.
She did not immediately catch on to the fact that Brett was hitting on her, mainly because she didn't think any of her students would have the balls or the (in her eyes) idiocy it would take to assume she was susceptible. Caterina was young, yes, and she liked to believe she was the sexiest out of all her coworkers, but she valued her job and didn't much like the idea of being known as that teacher. Not that some of the guys wouldn't cave if one of their pretty young students flashed their breasts and begged for better grades. She wouldn't be surprised if it had happened. Unfortunately, she wasn't the type that could lower herself to such levels, else she might have been able to seduce the headmaster into letting her stay on at college. She might have been able to get her degree and find better work than this boring-as-hell place. She had dreams of Hollywood and big pictures and here she was, stuck behind a desk at a school she'd only been fond of when she wasn't working in it. "Do you really think extra credit's going to help you?" She didn't say it in a soft, gentle way. Instead her words were laced with exasperation, an attempt to make Brett face the cold reality that he was failing her class pretty fucking badly. It wasn't hard to slip below a pass when Rin was teaching. She was tough on her kids—however, the ones that actually tried were capable of acing the exams. She hated teaching but at least she knew what she was doing.
Then Brett said something else, and—Ah. Caterina didn't react with much shock, merely lifting an eyebrow at him. So that's what he wants. In all fairness, she was not someone who placed a high value on sex. She didn't think it was something sacred that should be conserved for someone that you truly loved. Rather, it was in her opinion something that could be very fun after a long night of partying. There were boundaries, though, and this was one of them. "There's a laugh," she said, and laugh she did with a roll of her icy blue eyes. "How would you get away with buying me a drink? Going to try and tell me you're legal?" She smirked at him. It was a good thing for Brett that she wasn't at all concerned about the fact he was a drinker. "Not that I care about that." It might have seemed that she was going to take the bait if he was feeling really hopeful and hinging on any resort. "How's about I buy myself a drink and you do your work instead of hitting up bars you're not supposed to be in?" Rather than being scolding and stern, she sounded amused as she continued to smirk. Caterina was unaware of the fact that Brett had failed a grade and was thus older than most of his classmates. Yeah, Rin definitely wasn't in this job for all the children she could help. She just needed money, plain and simple. The kids were more a curse than a blessing.
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Post by brett on Mar 17, 2012 14:29:49 GMT -5
Brett actually had no idea what the legal drinking age was in Canada. He assumed that it was either twenty-one or under, because his American fake id had always managed to get him everything that he needed, but he hadn't ever decided to look into it. For all he knew, he could have been legal, and he was in a few provinces. But that didn't help him much, since British Columbia was the only part of Canada that he'd ever been to, and he wasn't old enough to legally buy anything here yet. That made it more fun though. Everything that Brett liked to do could potentially get him into some kind of trouble, and that was half the fun. There was never any satisfaction without a risk first, and if there was, he'd yet to find it. Not that he was looking. Drugs, sex, and overall recklessness were enough to keep him going on their own, and he didn't need anything else in their place.
So this teacher wasn't the usual fake nice kind. That was a plus. They were annoying as hell. He hated people who weren't direct about the way that they felt. Still, Ms. Ravenhill wasn't the person he'd expected to give him that kind of negative response. Maybe that was because he hadn't paid much attention to her in the past. "I think it can if you want it to," Brett suggested, hoping there was something that his teacher would be willing to do for him. But of course, that would mean actual work, and if he wanted to do work, then he would be passing already. Or at least skating by. Apparently, he was doing extremely poorly, and that was troubling. He really didn't want to be a senior for the third year in a row. That would have been hell on earth. Not that he knew what would happen once he graduated. But that was something that he'd deal with once he came to it. For now, he wanted to just pass this class. Everything else would fall into place later.
Brett shook some hair into his face, partially to serve as a poker face so that she couldn't see his dilated eyes darting around the room, and partially due to the fact that he wanted to bring attention to another beautiful feature of his. These things worked great on drunk girls, why weren't they working now? Was it that this teacher was older than him, or because she was sober? Either way, it worried him. "Why don't I worry about that?" Brett offered coyly. This was already off to a bad start, he could tell. He flipped the hair out of his face as Ms. Ravenhill told him that he needed to actually do work. "If I was any good at that, would I even be here in the first place?" he asked, half-joking. This was getting sad. He didn't know what else he could do though. Maybe if he was really good at being pathetic, she'd decide to help him out of sheer pity. Otherwise, Brett was fucked.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Mar 17, 2012 15:49:38 GMT -5
Having caught on, Caterina sat down on top of one of the desks and braced the palm of her hand against it so that she was steady and not slipping sideways. "What if I don't want it to?" She was fucking with him now, playing it up rather than shooting him down and kicking him out like she should have. She wasn't going to sleep with him, that much had been decided the moment she'd realised his intentions, but Rin wasn't the type to always take the more responsible path. If she was a responsible person then she'd have been pursuing an acting career with a degree for credentials. Maybe a movie deal if she really dared dream, rather than just guest appearances or commercials. She sometimes wondered about taking her chances without the college experience but knew that she wouldn't be able to make enough money to support herself on the side. She'd utterly fucked herself over with her habits and now she was neglecting the mature route yet again. At least she was being decent enough not to let him seduce her. Rin realised in retrospect that she could have been really cruel by letting him buy her a drink and then turning him down, but knew that this could have some potential to backfire if she decided to implement it. What if he told on her in a fit of rage? Then he'd have to admit that he tried to sleep with me to get good grades, she mused. It would put them both in a sticky spot. Hmm.
Rin flipped her long red hair over her shoulder when he shook out his own, not to flirt with him but to subtly hint that she noticed what he was doing. Caterina was not oblivious to the things people did to make themselves more attractive. She was incredibly attentive when it came to being hit on and though it usually wasn't a student who tried to come on to her, it worked pretty much the same. He thinks he's a pretty boy, doesn't he? Ha. Rin didn't find many men to be of her standards, though this had more to do with her own narcissism than the individual males. She could lust after guys who caught her attention but it was brief and easily ignored. She didn't find many men appealing in the sense of a hook-up or relationship (unless she was drunk, at which point she didn't usually care) and those rare few that could stand her attitude were just that—rare. She could almost have lamented the loss of her last serious boyfriend if not for the fact she didn't lament things. He'd been tough and he'd easily handled her attitude and fire but then he'd decided he was moving. Stupid prick thought she'd pack up her life for the sake of a life together? Well, there went that relationship. "Yes, why don't you," she said. "You should also worry about whatever damage you're doing to your lovely little brain with whatever you took this morning." She blinked calmly at him. Did Rin actually care about what he was doing to himself? No, and Brett probably knew that. She was just making a point. "I'm not blind."
After making her point, Rin said simply, "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to report you. I'm also, however, not going to sleep with you." She smiled at him, the sort of smile that was not at all friendly and would look quite at home in a murder film. Rin was never very friendly unless she genuinely liked you, which was rare, so this was not a surprise. "No, I don't suppose you would. I can do better than a student, though—better and legal—so it looks like you're going to need to get better." Either better at seducing his teachers or better at working, neither one seemed likely from her point of view. Lacing her fingers together, Rin watched him through her chilly blue gaze. "Was there anything else you wanted?" she asked, her tone on the edge of mocking sweetness but not quite there.
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Post by brett on Mar 25, 2012 14:04:41 GMT -5
So he was caught. Was it that obvious that he'd been high? If so, was that always the case, or was it just this time? And if it was always the case, why was this the first time he was hearing about it? It was probably just because everyone simply expected him to be wasted twenty-four hours a day at this point. It was the archetype that he fit now - the junkie, the lush. The fuck up. Not that he could deny that he was all of those things. Look at him now - trying to seduce a teacher for a better grade. Even if he succeeded, that would still be low. It seemed as if his life's mission was to sink until he hit bottom. He just didn't know where the lowest point would be yet. He'd heard someone say once that it was a place you could never see until you were there, and while he wasn't there yet, he had to be getting close. She caught him way off guard with the question of whether or not she wanted to even help him. It reminded him of what he would do in her shoes. That's why Brett could never be an authority figure. He'd abuse it too much. Just to watch people squirm. Just to see the lengths to which they were willing to go. He had to wonder what his own limits would be. He decided that it would be better to rebel than to find out. "Then I guess you'll have to see me again next year, and the year after that. Because if I don't pass, I'll just have to keep coming back. And I'll be sure to take any class you teach." he threatened. It wasn't like he was lying. He'd already failed once, and made sure not to take any of those classes again. Next time, he'd do the opposite. He'd seek out Ms. Ravenhill's classes simply because he was vindictive. He was also a nuisance, and someone no teacher wanted in their class when he got riled up. Hopefully that threat wasn't enough over the line for her to want to report him. If she even threatened to do so, he'd have to cave, and it was the last thing that he wanted to do.
Brett tried to deflect the comment about him being high with a simple "What do you mean whatever I took? Math?" but her comment about not being blind made it clear. God, he was a fuck up. Then there was the fact that she was mimicking all of his moves. She was mocking him, and he just had to stand there and take it. This was so alien to him. He wasn't used to people having power over him. This was why he hated authority. She wasn't just older than him, she knew more, and she knew how to mess with him perfectly. It was frightening. Most people who tried to fuck with him like this weren't nearly as good at it. It usually just ended in a quick fight where, win or lose, the conflict was resolved. Hell, he didn't even harbor much hate for that Josh Dale kid who'd left him with a few scars a while back. Brett had caused that conflict, and it managed to resolve itself in Brett getting his ass handed to him.
The professor was informing him that she wouldn't report him, but he didn't know if he bought it. After all, that's what a lot of people said before they reported you. It was the good cop routine. It was a way to get a bigger confession out of you and stick you with that. He'd seen far too many cop shows to know where this was going. Her smile didn't help either, she looked like the cat who'd caught the canary. It was the kind of look people got when they knew they couldn't lose. The smile you'd see in Stanley Kubrick movies. Something that you never wanted to see first hand, because it meant that you were pretty much fucked. At least, that's what Brett saw. He had to wonder if he was experiencing what the hippies used to call the fear. That sensation that the universe was out to get you, and you were going to die at any second. He didn't want to risk writing it off as that though, just in case this was real. Which it probably was. "Pretty sure I'm legal, just sayin'," Brett stated, running a hand through his hair. He didn't care that he'd already lost, now he was just curious about the age of consent in Canada. He knew it was eighteen in America, but he always thought that Canada was more liberal than the US. Brett sighed when Ms. Ravenhill asked if there was anything else that she could do for him. "I don't suppose I could get a hall pass, could I?" he asked coolly. He wouldn't leave with his tail between his legs like a loser. He needed to feign confidence until he could get out of here, just so he could save some pride in front of a woman who had way too much power over him. Tagged:: Caterina
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Notes:: Sorry I took so long. >.<
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Mar 26, 2012 0:15:16 GMT -5
Caterina actually laughed softly when he threatened her, arching an eyebrow and leaning back slightly. "Do you think I'm scared?" She certainly didn't sound it. In fact, Rin sounded almost entertained by his attempts to worry her. She might have found him a pain in the ass but that did not mean she'd be so willing to bend her knee and bow to him. No, two could play this game. She liked it when people had the guts to challenge her, it was funny, and she delighted even more when she found a way to crush them under her boot. Rin didn't have a whole lot going for her and so the power of being in charge was a thrill. She was controlling, manipulative, a bitch if there ever was one. She knew that she was, so there was no conscience to hold her back. "It's not a good idea to threaten me, Brett. I have so much more than you." He didn't know any of her dirty little secrets but she knew that he'd just tried to sleep with her and that he was a little fucked up with drugs. Possibly alcohol, too, if he was offering to buy her a drink. She wasn't as certain about that one. Still, it wouldn't be difficult for her to set something up, rat him out. Rin wasn't a rat by nature but if you backed her into a corner she'd bite you as hard as she could. Her jaws were sharp and her appetite for the upper-hand ravenous. "Take my classes if you want to. I'll be the one who laughs when you're stuck in high school at twenty-five, watching all your friends make something useful of themselves." Did he have friends? She didn't know.
She rolled her icy eyes when he tried to deflect her comment. "I'm not that stupid." She didn't like to think she was stupid at all. If everything went the way that Caterina wanted it to go, she'd be an intelligent actress with no family to tie her down, a free spirit. Life didn't work like that. Her intelligence came in the form of manipulation, her work ethic a complete lie. It was necessity that put her in a choke-hold with the teaching job. She didn't want to be stuck here every day with kids she didn't give a shit about but she wanted a roof over her head and she couldn't have one without the other. "Oh, really. How old are you, then?" She still wasn't buying it but she decided to bite and see what answer he came up with. "There's no real use in lying, I could always look it up." She wished that student records worked like patient case files, where all the dirty secrets of an individual were laid out and ripe for the picking. Caterina loved to dig up dirt on people to use against them in the long run. It was a power trip all over again. The Academy wasn't that invasive, sadly. The records had notes about the sort of trouble students were prone to get into, how many detentions they'd served and what for, but it didn't have anything really juicy. A shame, really.
Tucking a lock of her long red hair behind her ear, Rin regarded him suspiciously. "And what would you want with one of those?" Not a lot of teachers actually utilized such a system in the Academy thanks to the large range of ages in students and the fact that, college students especially, many had their classes and breaks at different times. They were still used on special occasions, however, and Rin wasn't sure she trusted Brett's motives. They could have been completely innocent but she was not entirely sure. Uncertainly made Rin bristle and she would work as fast as possible to eliminate it. "Better yet, why should I give you one? You've shown how willing you are to sabotage me, after all." Her blue eyes glittered dangerously as she smirked at him. How could one use a hallway pass to sabotage? Hell, Caterina wasn't even sure it was possible. Still, it was always worth it to explore every option, every possibility. It was harder to be caught in a sticky situation if you came prepared. Damn, sometimes she realised how good she'd have been as an actress. So cunning, ambitious, she could cut everyone's throat and be a rising star. Only in her dreams did she achieve such heights.
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Post by brett on Mar 26, 2012 20:24:40 GMT -5
So his teacher wasn't scared, but it wasn't meant to terrify her. It was something that would serve more as an annoyance than anything else, he supposed. Even so, it was something that should have been a serious threat, and the only way he'd accept that she wasn't at least a little bit worried would have been because she didn't believe him. He would have commented, if only he could have come up with a clever quip to that question. It probably was due to the drugs, because he tended to be spot on when it came to harassing teachers, or any authority for that matter. Ms. Ravenhill began to state that she had so much more than him, and he couldn't have agreed more. That's why he was so dangerous. He was reckless and relentless, and there was only one real reason why. "You're right, because I have nothing to lose," he stated in a level tone, which surprised him. He was a little impressed that he wasn't throwing a tantrum at the moment. That kind of self control was usually alien to him. He wished that he could always be that way. Now she was throwing a threat his way, and he wasn't sure how to act. High school at twenty-five? That didn't sound so bad, actually. "You mean room and board and steady meals with no work for seven more years? Golly-gee! That sounds just awful, miss," he jeered. Was that the best that she had? He hoped not, because that would just have been sad.
Brett hadn't expected that his math comment would work, and when it didn't, he just shrugged. He was caught, and that was fine. She wasn't that stupid, but that was obvious. She was a teacher after all, and they always made it clear that they were smarter than he was. Not that it was very hard to be smarter than Brett. He didn't pride himself in his brain. He was a pretty boy with a rebellious attitude, and as long as he died young, his life would be so entertaining. If he got old, however, he'd be a wreck. There were so many people who failed high school, and then wasted their lives in abusive marriages. He didn't want that. Commitment scared him enough, without any kind of loathing involved with it. It seemed like an inevitability if he were to age much more. He was already a legal adult, and that was terrifying. "I'm eighteen. That's kosher here, right?" he asked. Hopefully he'd at least learn of the Canadian consent laws. They were probably something he should have known already with all of the whoring around that he did so frequently.
What would he want with a hall pass? That was a question that he was sure he'd never be asked in his life. Was this woman off her rocker, or was he just missing something. "I want to go to class," he stated with a definite question in his voice. Brett let out a soft chuckle when the teacher suggested that he was willing to sabotage her, and that he didn't deserve a pass to get to his next classroom. It was just silly now, and he couldn't remain serious anymore. "You know, you're cute when you're mad." He smirked. That would probably wind him up in detention, or reported for drugs, but he was convinced that he was getting under her skin, and it was all that he wanted to do right now. He was dead set on bothering Ms. Ravenhill, just so he could claim it as a victory. It wasn't like he'd be able to win anything else here, after all.
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Notes:: This is a terrible, terrible post. I apologize.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Mar 27, 2012 22:17:12 GMT -5
In actuality, twenty-five had been an age that Rin pulled out of her ass. She was pretty sure that they kicked you out of high school at a certain age and sent you out into the big bad world whether you had a degree or not. It was a miracle that she had passed, really, a miracle owing to her brilliant scores in power control and theatre. They'd dragged her mark up to a just-passing score and she'd skated under the nose of the system. Then she'd gotten into college and things had went to shit. "Nothing to lose? Have fun on the street when they throw you out. No one's going to hire you without a basic education." Hadn't she learned that the hard way? Fuck, it had been difficult enough finding a job when she had her high school degree. It disgusted her that she'd practically needed to beg and plead with the Academy administration for the job she had now. She'd never admit to anyone how desperate she'd been when she'd sat down for the job interview, actually trying to come off as the likeable sort. Never again. She did not want to reach those lows again. She was surprised that Brett was comfortable with falling so hard but hell, to each their own. She didn't really care if he failed every year from there on out. It wouldn't truly affect her. "I could always tell them I didn't want you in my class and you'd have no say in it." She had leverage over him, albeit only slightly, and she was enjoying it.
The fact that Brett was sneering at her, testing her patience, it made Rin want to find some way to hurt him. Exploit some sort of weakness so that she made life hell for him. It was what happened when you ticked her off. She knew she'd need to control herself to some degree, however, for she was a teacher and she wasn't allowed to bring any physical violence or vicious threats into play. Valid threats, though? "I could also report you," she trilled, smirking. "We both know they'd take my word over yours." She had other plans brewing in her brain, nastier ones. Ones that involved getting him busted and thrown out of school. Did she want to be that cruel? In truth there was no limit to how low the woman could get with her dirty tricks. She snorted when he said that he was eighteen. "Breaking laws for so long you can't remember what they are, hm?" She'd never paid attention to the legal drinking age when she was in high school. Rin had merely made friends with college students and got invited to their parties, gotten drunk there and woken up beside some random guy whose immature friend had painted obscene images on his chest while he snoozed. Those were the days. "It'll be another year before you can get away without a fake ID." She assumed he had one. How else would he get into bars?
Enjoying herself, she flourished a hand toward the door. "Then go. No one's going to stop you." There were far too many students in the Academy to stop every one and demand to know where they were going. Some of the professors tried but most, Rin included would ignore them entirely. If they ended up looking suspicious she'd stop them, only because it was part of her job, but she paid no mind to the wanderers and stragglers. She didn't see why he'd need a hall pass. "I'm cute all the time," she said, shrugging. "Your point?" Rin was full of herself and she acknowledged it with ease. It was difficult for a person to acknowledge and brace their flaws but Rin was practically proud of hers.
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