Akuma Miwaku-Tekina-Yobidashi: Midnight Attraction (MetalbladeXRebel-Dynasty)

Harrison put the book back down and dusted off the cover.

"The bell should be ringing any minute now. I want you to start planning out your book. Think back to our unit on what it takes to develop a plot, characters and craft a well written novel."

Just like that, the dismissel bell Rang. As it did Lee walked away from his father's class room and towards the parking lot.
 
Gwen filed out with the rest of her class, bag slung casually over one shoulder as she weaved through the congested hallway, one of the blank, leather-bound books clutched to her chest. She still had three more classes to attend today, but once they were done? She would dodge her friends' attempts to hook her up with some other school jock, and—

Oh, right. She remembered then, pulling her phone out of her pocket, Mischa's text.

If she wasn't going to be able to hang out tonight, she'd better get it over with, and tell her.

'Sorry, too much homework. Ttyl.' Knowing Mischa, she wouldn't be happy about it, but there wasn't anything she could do about that, now. With the scholarship nearly in her grasp, she couldn't afford to slack off, now.

Squaring her shoulders, Gwen continued on to her next class, eager for the school day to come to an end.
 
'Oh come on you never come out with us anymore. Take a break and come to the bar with us tonight'

Mischa always had a tendancy to fight against the answer she had been Given. She never got to gang out with Gwen anymore, and she really wanted to see Gwen happy and in the arms of a man.

'Just for 1 hour tonight plz"
 
Gwen rolled her eyes heavenward, stopping just outside of her second period classroom to answer.

'Fine. But ONLY 1 hour.' She typed on her phone's slide-out keyboard.

Sighing, Gwen shook her head. She just knew that once she was there, Mischa would try to extend her time out at the bar. She would just have to remain firm in her answer. One detour could change the entire course of her future—and not necessarily for the better.

Grabbing the doorknob, she turned it, and made her way into the classroom, moving hurriedly toward her seat.
 
'Yay! You are the best!'

Mischa didn't exactly feel neglected; she had a million other friends that she could hang out with. She had just known Gwen for a while, and liked her more than most.

Jace Marlon stood looking out the window of his (and Gwen's) second period class. He looked at the grass grown green, and the still sprouting leaves. His long black hair kissed his tail bone. His arms were folded over his chest as he scanned the school yard from uo above.
 
Gwen smiled ruefully at the text. She didn't think that she was 'the best', but if agreeing to go with Mischa to the bar was enough to make her happy, then who was she to question it?

When she really thought about it, she felt a bit guilty; sure, her friends—Mischa included—had a tendency to drag her all over the place, wearing her patience thin. Between nights out with just the girls, to having them try to hook her up with this guy or that one, she'd been more and more hesitant to hang out.

It wasn't just her homework, like she had told them so often; if it had been, her grades wouldn't have been suffering as badly as they were, lately. No, after her boyfriend of a year had broken up with her last semester, she'd pretty much put a kibosh on romantic entanglements.

And unlike some of her friends, she didn't want to play the field; she wanted to find someone she could at least be with, long-term. It didn't have to be forever—it just had to be real.

Unlike Tom. She thought bitterly.

Realizing that she'd missed about the first ten minutes of the lecture, Gwen furiously began to write on a blank piece of lined paper, taking notes as fast as she could. She would have to borrow one of her other class-mates' notes, in order to get the first part of the lesson she'd missed.

So much for cracking down, she thought with a sigh. I really need to get it in gear.
 
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