The sprinklers went off, and just as quickly were silenced as if by a mysterious force. This force, and the sprinklers went unnoticed by a youth making shameless and unrestrained remarks in a nearby study hall. Their reciprocation was met only with sighs and coos of affection. A girl blushed as the youth made a wink their way, and laid back on his desk. He started doodling lewd images and diagrams on a notebook, gathering laughter from his would be-groupies. Stretching and posing in his nearly Cardigan sweater, flicking his shaggy mane for hair, and eyeing a nearby attractive suitor, his splendor was broken by a frumpy young brunette lass. Tapping her sneakers with black orderly tights underneath, the girl showed no passion for his antics and could be unmistakable for the kind of student who was never late for class or ever cracked a smile at any nonsense.
"Having fun are we, Aaron ?" The girl said. She adjusted her glasses and didn't await his answer, plopping a binder down on the desk.
"Our Social Studies project, looks like we're done! That's fantastic right?" He asked.
" 'My' social studies project. By which on our begrudging companionship, I've allowed you to take credit in as partners. When you and I both know we're not, atleast when it comes to equal academic efforts." She slung her tote bag around her neck and placed her hand onto the binder, giving him a look that could pierce through lead. Her short neat hair, cobalt V-neck tee and raven black leggings, shining like glint in her square spectacles giving an appearance that left no impression she could be moved back in turn.
"Oh that's real nice Tit-any, I mean Tit annie.Tits any?" Aaron chuckled, trying to finger onto the binder only for his hand to be smacked flat down by her own.
"I hope you know you're not as funny as you think." Tiffany said. "Just because you can impress them with being so ridiculous, doesn't mean you'll impress me." She pinched his cheek and gave the girls a stern look, inciting whispers and gossip.
"Why's she such a prude?" A blond classmate asked.
"Talk about a bore." Said a boy wearing a beanie-cap.
"He could do much better than no-fun titties. Why does he even hang out with her?" A high-pitched girl snickered.
Tiffany Nash clenched her fist slightly, but Aaron pocketed the binder into her bag and rubbed her shoulders. "Easy Titties, nevermind them. Teach isn't even here, let's go get a soda or chill by the water-fountain, sound cool?"
With a suspicious look rather usual to their conversation, the precocious young woman agreed and they set out. "Don't act like I owe you for this though, you're still in deep water. I'll not fall for your stupid whims no matter how charming you try to be."
Aaron laughed, and gave the other girls a passing glance on their way out. "Oh don't I know it, that's why you're the only one I can stand in this school anymore. Too many sheeple. Those one's, they're the 'whims' understand? But you're like a solid knocker Tiff, even if your own are pretty fl-"
"Idiot." She set him to the floor in pain and kept on walking, looking over her schedule in a notebook and than looking ahead with forward-glancing eyes, like a visionary always focusing ahead, never to the side or behind.
He kneed down and howled, trying to make light of it as he recovered from a kneed punt to the groan. "Like I said... your a solid knocker. Aren't I right, haha?"
"No? Okay than. H-hey, wait up!" Tiffany ignored him and they marched onwards.
Standing outside the studyhall room and unnoticed, was a lady who'd seen much today, but only now saw her second candidates. "Sweet and sassy, charm and competence. they make a cute duo don't they? I wonder what makes them tick so well together. Well, Dune will be more interested to find out, I'll check them off as a must." And without a fuss she skit off.
