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Overwhelmed by the girlish shrieks about B.A.N.D. performing at the prom, Jay and Cait quickly split and separated into their first period classes. For today, that was a language class.


Cait's first period class was Spanish. She had somehow missed seeing Josh through the entire mini-break, and she was anxious to get caught up and see what happened from his point of view. Even though their teacher was tough, Josh sat behind Cait and it was easy to pass notes back and forth. He wasn't their yet, but she quickly sat down to writing him a note so that he'd have something to do when he inevitably came in late. At best he would squeak in just before the bell. Cait knew there was no snowballs chance in hell that he could have gotten in early on a Monday morning after a four and a half day vacation.

"Yo!
I missed you this weekend, what's up? Anything more interesting than the fight and the break in? Sorry we didn't get to hang out. You'll never guess who came to visit me in the hospital! Penelope came to see Jay and I. She's really cool!

Did you do the homework for the days we missed? I don't think I got anything done over the long weekend...."

Cait looked up to see the clock and noticed that it was almost time for class to begin. She folded her note and began to look expectantly towards the door for Josh. Right on cue he entered her line of sight, but something surprised Cait. He was with Penelope again, and she was hugging him. Cait's face went the same color as Jay's, though she couldn't explain why. She and Josh were just friends! She had to get a hold on herself... In just a few breaths she returned the color of her face to normal and she casually slipped Josh the note as he walked by.

Well, that was weird....


Jay was off early to French class with Mr. Faire, the same class as Penelope. Though the teacher might have been strict he could not hold the respect of a class. Jay sat quietly doing the work he had posted on the board and finished it quickly. French and History were her two favorite courses. Perhaps for the first time all year, Jay noticed that Penelope was a member of her class. She had spent so much time lost in books trying to ignore the psychotic morons in her class that she had inadvertently ignored the people with any merit at all. In fact, Jay was sitting diagonal in front of Penelope. She reached an elbow across the aisle and passed a small note. "Hey, I just wanted to thank you again for coming to visit in the hospital. It was a pleasant surprise."

"It's nice to meet you, Tehra." Danielle turned to her own work. Unable to resist an opportunity to indulge her hobby, she began to paint an image of her latest model of the Automated Intelligent Droid Servant: the robot she had invented to help B.A.N.D. in their shows and in their day to day life. She wasn't terribly skilled with a brush, so her painting began to look more like some sort of strange grey dinosaur with three heads. Sighing, Danielle gave up and began to draw that instead.

There was a (long) moment when Josh couldn't figure out what Cait was trying to do. We have to cut him some slack, though, as his normal obliviousness was only compounded by mind-wracking confusion as to what had just happened with Penelope. For a moment, Josh just stood, staring at the paper. Finally, his brain took a moment to explain what happened and he grabbed it and hurried to his seat as Mr. Chonga started attendance. He scrambled for a pen and scribbled out a reply.

"I worked a lot at the theater. Everyone being out of school meant a lot of people at the movies. If I see another bucket of popcorn, I might hurl.

Penelope's awesome. I'm surprised she visited you, she usually keeps to herself."

Josh ignored the homework question, not wanting to think about the mountains of work he hadn't done. He tossed the note to Cait as Mr. Chonga made a welcome announcement:

"Miss Lasairona is taking some time off following the stress of last week. I'm sure we all will miss her."

Penelope sat in French, trying desperately to focus on the work. Her head was ringing with fear and excitement. What had she done? What would Josh think? Was it a mistake? Had she even really done it, or just dreamed she'd done it? She put her head on her arms and could feel the heat radiating from her obviously red face. Yeap, she'd done it.

A piece of paper bounced of her arm, pulling her from her buzzing head. Sighing, she looked around to find out who had thrown the note, hoping to send it on to the right person. When she saw Jay looking at her, her jaw dropped.

You're in this class? Penelope almost shouted in surprised. She hadn't taken the time to check who was in her class since freshman year. Realizing the note was probably for her, Penelope opened it and scrawled down a response before sending it back.

"No problem, it was a pleasure. I had no idea you were in this class with me!"

Tehra continued to look at and work on her painting, it being the center of her focus, the only thing she was really aware of in the world. It was starting to come together as a teen girl looking up to the sky, a flying figure in her line of sight. She was rather happy with the picture, it distracted her from Alma, the girl who had earlier been social but changed suddenly, and Danielle, the other new girl who seemed perfectly normal. She sighed quietly to herself, hoping she would soon fit into this strange town.

Jay was relieved to find out that she wasn't the only oblivious person in the class and that Penelope was just as surprised to see her as she was to see Penelope. It was almost the end of the year, though, how could they have both missed one another? I guess it isn't that strange... We don't exactly know each other very well... Jay scribbled a note back, "What do you think about B.A.N.D. performing at prom? It almost makes it not worth going... especially with the riots! What happens if they start a riot at prom?

"Oh, have you heard the good news? Rowena's pulled out of school. Go us, right?"

Cait purposefully received the note and returned another "Yeah, I was surprised too, but it was really nice. She even invited me over to her house that night. Her mom made soup! She also let me borrow a book. 'Intro to psionics' or something like that. figured it would make a good leisure read. I appreciate a good sci-fi/fantasy book now and then. Do you think you'll go to prom?"

Afterwards>>>

Sighing to herself, Alma glanced around the room. She wished to herself that the day would go quickly. But knowing how live was, the day would drag on and on and on and on... The girl groaned aloud and turned to Tehra's painting, wondering what she was doing. The figure in the picture was a beautiful woman. Something was off about the person but Alma was unable to place her finger on it. In fact, Alma could almost feel the emotions flowing off the canvas. They weren't bad but definitely not what would be expected of a painting of a woman. Alma soon realized that she was staring and turned her attention back to her own work.

Tehra felt eyes looking down at her paper. She cast a teal eyed side long glance to see Alma looking. It didn't really bother her, it's not like Alma would be able to figure out her secret from a painting. "Do you like it...?" she asked softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet in the room like Danielle had. Tehra supposed some buddy or something had texted her, not anything out of the ordinary for any high school. "Are you going to prom?" she asked Alma, wondering if the girl wanted to. Tehra certainly did, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to find a date. She would probably go even if she couldn't. And besides, this was a school full of all new people, none of them knew her. Tehra, along with Alma and Danielle, were the hot new things. Getting a date shouldn't be all that difficult.

Tehra smiled at her. "It's okay. Music can be very involved.... I noticed you looking at my painting..." Tehra's painting had not been ruined, however, for the paints only spilled a little bit near her, the shock of the PDA had caused her reaction to be to move her painting out of the way "I just asked if you liked it is all.. and if you were planning on going to prom or not."

She was rather surprised at Alma's very accurate interpretation of the painting. Tehra was courageous, she supposed, but she wouldn't tell anyone, no, it was too dangerous. Not for her, for them. "That's a cool interpretation Alma, I like that." Alma's questions about prom surprised her. "There's flyers all over the school I mean..." Tehra turned to the girl, putting her paint brush down. "I want to go, I love dressing up, but the date is the hard part..." She chuckled lightly as she ran her fingers through her hair. "You nor I know anybody... so we gotta either look really hard or go stag..."

Then Tehra heard a rather decently loud clatter, her alert senses telling her it came from the desk. Her eyes widened as she snapped her head in that direction and caught sight of all the pens and pencils on the floor and the oblivious stoned teacher. "Good lord.... what happened?"