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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 8:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:30 pm
Maxwell crashed through his door and soon found himself panting on his bed. He curled into a ball in pain. It wasn't as bad as it was before, but, that still didn't help. He had to keep control of his wolf. He had too. He couldn't let student or staff get hurt because of him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:33 pm
 Tritch followed Maxwell to his place. Oh, got. s**t, what did I do. She thought. She walked over to his bed, and sat down on the floor by his bed. "Maxwell, are you ok?" She asked, in a caring tone. Uhgg, what should I do? She thought, in an angry tone at herself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:40 pm
Maxwell looked at Tritch. His face transformed a little before going back. His eyes darkened a little before turning back to the icey color. He was losing control. The it just stopped. Maxwell was still panting. Sweat covered his body. He also felt sick. He didn't want to move too much.
"I... I'm fine." He finally stated.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:44 pm
Tritch, watched as he, as she assumed, transformed. She just sat there, gently stroking his hair, to try and ease the pain. When Maxwell spoke, she turned and looked at him. "Good, need some water?" She asked in a soothing tone. She smiled gently. Did I do this to him? Tritch thought, over, and over, and over, in her mind.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:51 pm
With wobbly arms Maxwell sat up. He touched his forehead. All he could feel was sweat. He was just wet. He needed to change out of his clothes. He try to stand up and move to his dresser. He wondered if his is what his father felt when he was sick on a high scale.
"I need to change out of these clothes. If my father taught me about surviving it's to stay dry." He answered the student.
He touched his hair. It wasn't black at one time.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:54 pm
Tritch stopped stroking his, sweat filled hair, when he sat up. She nodded, when he said he needed to change. "Do you want me to, uhh, turn around?" She asked, laughing nervously. It's not like I haven't seen naked bodies, wonder how he feels about it. She thought, remembering one of her favorite parties, where guys made fools of themselves on dares.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:59 pm
There was a side of him that didn't care if he looked. It would be just like back home with his family. The teacher started to undress. He could only focus on staying dry. Forgetting the letters on his end table. The name 'Trey' on the top of the first letter.
"Do as you'd like." Maxwell told her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:05 pm
Tritch nodded, seeing he was already getting undressed. If I had one of his classes, it might be awkward. She thought. But of course, her teenage self took over. She watched him undress, until he got almost naked. Stop looking Tritch, now. She commanded herself. She then looked down at her shoes, and how hight the where. "Damn, how did I get these on." She muttered. She then looked at her dress, hoping it was ok. She fixed the top, adjusting it a little more. dress shoes
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:11 pm
Even his boxers were covered in sweat. The man discarded them. It was then that he noticed the blinking light on his phone. He had a message. The man hit the button before going to his dresser. He turn around and probably mooned the student once or twice.
"Hey Trey Nioclas Graves. It's papa. You're bro and I just wanted to tell you don't forget to call once in a while." "That's right. We're worried about you. Don't forget to brush those blonde locks of you're. Love ya lil' bro." Came a second voice. The message was over.
Maxwell found a new set of clothes and started to re-dress in the clothing. He needed to think of what next. Medicine?
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:19 pm
Tritch glanced up to see if Maxwell was done changing. But unluckily, or luckily, she saw a full moon. (Hypothetically) Trich, couldn't help but listen to the message. She then looked up at the man in front of her. "Blonde?" She asked him. What are they smoking. She though, smirking. She knew they probably weren't smoking anything, but from the boarding school she went to, it was a thought that couldn't be helped.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:24 pm
Maxwell finished putting on a pair of sweats and dark shirt. It was pretty much pajammas. He dumped his old clothes in the pile he had for dirty clothing. He glanced at the phone before walking back to his bed.
"Jeez dad. I'm not a kid." He started to mutter things in German.
He sat down on th bed next to Tritch.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:29 pm
Tritch looked at the man sitting next to her. "Blonde? Your hair is not blonde." She said. It was defiantly black. Blonde? Was all she could think. She looked up at his hair, and ruffled it, trying to see anything that looked blonde.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:34 pm
Maxwell looked at the girl. He raised an eyebrow.
"My hair is dyed. I learned to think smart so my family doesn't know I'm a wolf. That's hard to do when your older brother is a fifth generation police officer, your father a fourth, and grandpa being number three." The teacher answered.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:39 pm
Tritch, scooted closer to him, and used her hands, to steady herself. She looked at the rutes of his hair. And sure enough they where blonde. But why? She asked herself, not really getting it. She sat back down, next to him. "Uh, so why would you need to dye it?" She asked nervous of her foolishness.~ooc: Sorry for my bad spelling!~
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