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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 4, 2013 20:49:51 GMT -5
Paul hated school. He found it the most useless waste of time. He'd much rather be on the beach surfing, or seeing what problems he could stir up in La Push. But instead, he was forced to go to an institution which confined him of his freedom, where he was to listen to boring lectures that he didn't even understand. Perhaps it would help to pay attention . . . but Paul never cared that much. All he needed to do was get a passing grade so he could graduate with his buddies and move on. He was currently dragging his feet to one of his least favorite classes -- and that could easily be explained by the fact that he was failing. He vaguely recalled something about a major upcoming assignment that the teacher has specifically told Paul he needed to do well on in order to pass the course. Did Paul care? Not enough to show up on time.
He walked into the classroom when the teacher was in the middle of giving instructions. "Ah, Mr. Lahote, nice of you to join us." Paul ignored him and went to the only available seat: next to Jacbo's sister. He couldn't remember her name for the life of him; he only knew that she was Jake's sister. And . . . didn't she have a twin? Paul leaned back in his seat, twirling his pencil in his hand as he looked with complete disinterest at the teacher who was rambling on about something or another. People seemed to be shuffling around a little, and that was when Paul realized he may have missed the initial instructions. "Yo, what's going on?" He asked, turning to the chick sitting next to him.
Setting: La Push High
Time of Day: Late Morning
Timeline: Pre-Wolf times, when Rachael and Paul are in high school
Tag: Rachael
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Dec 4, 2013 22:11:54 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael looked back over her shoulder as the teacher told them to get ready to pick their partners. Her friend Michael looked back at her and gave her 'the nod' which meant he was planning to come up and sit with her when the teacher said to find your partners. They weren't best friends, but Michael needed good grades for college like she did, and both of them worked well together. Plus he was like her--they didn't have many other friends.
THEN it happened! Paul Lahote happened! He walked into the class in his normal bad boy self, which normally made her watch him as he took his seat without a care about him---only this time it was beside her! Only this time it was right as they were picking partners! He spoke to her! WITH WORDS! Only this time it was when she NEEDED a good grade and couldn't let Mr hot pants with no aims of doing ti right bring her down!
Before she could make him move, or make her mind work to see what was happening a plastic baby in a car seat was put on the desk between them. "Congratulations. You're married and have just had a baby girl. Your family budget, is due at the end of the month, and you can turn in the baby at the end of the week. Keep her alive, and safe until then. Your grade depends on this Mr. Lahote." He moved on to the next partner set up, as Rachael looked back at Michael in panic before looking at Paul, expecting him to read the panic on her face and fix this. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 4, 2013 22:24:27 GMT -5
Before she could answer, a plastic, fake baby was placed in front of them. Paul stared at is, hearing the teacher's reminder about how his grade depended on this. Great. Just great. What the hell was Paul supposed to do with a baby for a week?! What kind of dumb assignment was this?! Wait . . . wait now . . . wasn't Jake's sister smart? Didn't she get good grades? Oh this could work out quite well indeed. He didn't even notice her look the other way and then back at him. He was too distracted by the creepy baby that he felt was staring at him, judging him . . . urging him to fail. Paul wanted to push it on the ground so its plastic head would crack open. But hey, if this was the difference between passing or doing this torturous course again, he'd do what it took to pass.
"Sooo . . . any idea what to do with this thing?" He asked, the idea of them not being partners hadn't even crossed his mind. He needed someone smart, she was sitting right there -- and he hadn't bothered to eye around the classroom for anyone else. Finally, he turned to look at her, but not carefully enough to read whatever emotion was all over her face. He would have to play nice with her if he was going to pass aka make her do all the work since she was smart and he would just sit there and do whatever.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Dec 4, 2013 22:38:15 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
"You . . . . You . . . . " Should go to the teacher and ask for another partner. These were the words she needed to tell him and quickly before Michael got another partner. QUICKLY! Do it! "You be a Dad, and treat it like a baby. It's monitored to make sure you hold it right, and the right about time, and that your feed it properly." No! Wrong words, but once out they flowed.
Apparently her mind and mouth didn't agree on what to do. "The teacher will put a bracelet on you that shows which parent is holding the baby to make sure that one of us does not do all the work." There that covered everything. Right? For the week they were parents! Married with a daughter. "She needs a name." [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 4, 2013 22:57:50 GMT -5
The way she was explaining it . . . well, it made Paul more and more disinterested with the whole thing. It only reaffirmed his earlier thoughts which was how stupid this assignment was. What was it supposed to prove?! Why teenagers shouldn't get preggers? Well, he'd already heard the lecture about that. "Shouldn't feeding it be more of a mom thing?" He asked, somewhat rhetorically. He knew that obviously it was going to be fed with a bottle, he was just . . . well, teasing he supposed. He stared as the plastic eyed baldie as his partner said she needed a name. Like he cared naming a totally inanimate object.
"You can call it whatever you want," he offered. Remember Paul, be nice. You need her smarts for this project. What he lacked in intellect, he could surely make up some other way. Forcing the annoyance over this stupid task away, a small smile formed on his lips as he looked back at her . . . who's name he still couldn't remember. "Since I figure girls think about this sorta thing a lot, you can name her something you like." Babies, weddings, honeymoons . . . didn't girls think about all that crap? A terrifying thought, but hey, if they were going to have a fake baby, maybe some of those girls finally had an outlet for all their ridiculous fantasies.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Dec 5, 2013 17:35:02 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] No, it wasn't all girls thought about! Life was not all about thinking about weddings and babies! . . . .and ok, MAYBE she might have thought about Paul THAT way before but it wasn't ALL she thought about! In many of those day dreams she was also someone important in her career! It wasn't ALL babies!
Maybe she would name it for her mother? No, she didn't want to make it seem like she was asking for attention. "Just pick a name!" She whispered in a tone that she hoped would end the debate. Handing over the paper they would turn in at the end of class she also passed over a pen. "Look I can't fail this, so just do the writing so it looked like you helped and I will tell you what to write as best I can. Start by putting our names, and the baby's name on the fake birth certificate." Surely he could do even that?
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 5, 2013 18:20:05 GMT -5
She didn't seem to be wanting to pick a name . . . for whatever reason. Women. Paul refrained from rolling his eyes and instead took the pencil and paper. She then instructed him to write their names to make it look like he was helping. While he planned to do minimal work anyway, he didn't like anyone implying that he was stupid. "Yeesh, calm down," he said with a bit of sarcasm. He opened the pen, as if ready to write but paused. "Thanks for reminding me to write our names. I never would have figured it out." He knew he couldn't wish he had another partner because as previously established, he needed her smarts. But man, was this off to a bad start. He scribbled his name on the paper and realized that he still didn't know which Black sister she was. He moved the paper toward her and held out the pen for her to take.
"Wouldn't wanna spell your name wrong," he said, not really caring about offending her in such a way. In fact, he didn't even really care if he got her name wrong. He just wanted to pass this course. As he was looking at her, he noticed someone else looking at him, or well, them -- another nerdy dude who Paul didn't know the name of. "What's that guy's problem?" He asked. While Paul had hardly even communicated with him before, he didn't like it when people stared at him. Meant they had a problem. And such a mindset was probably why he ended up losing his temper and getting in fights.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Dec 5, 2013 20:04:57 GMT -5
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He had pushed the paper back at her, and told her he would not want to misspell it. How hard was that? She'd asked him to do ONE thing and he was already pushing it off half way on her! The least he could do was--Wait. He did know which twin she was right? "Why don't you just write R. Black." R for Rebecca or R for Rachael she wouldn't tell.
Then he made a comment about Michael, and Rachael turned to look over at her would be partner who waved at her when she looked. Giving him an apologetic smile, she turned back to Paul. "He was supposed to be my partner--instead you picked me to sit next too and now we have a baby with no name!"
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 5, 2013 20:42:43 GMT -5
R.Black. That didn't answer that question of what her name was. Oh well, he would have to find another way to figure it out. "Whatever," he said under his breath as he wrote her name. Who wrote their name like that anyway, with initials. Sounded way too professional for a measely school project. She then explained that the dude who had a staring problem was supposed to be her partner. "Sucks to be him," Paul said, uncaring of the fact that whoever he was wanted to be partnered with the Black braniac. "And for the record, I didn't exaclty pick you. There weren't no other seats," he stated. "If the guy wanted to be your partner so badly, maybe he shoulda sat next to you." Too bad so sad. Paul was not switching partners.
He needed to do well on this, and she seemed to know what she was talking about . . . he hoped. So far all they had done -- all he had done -- was write their names on a sheet of paper. "Well then name it," he said. "I don't care what its name is." If she was so concerned with that, then why was she making him do all the thinking? His mind wasn't anywhere near choosing kid's names. That was for when he was older. Much, much, MUCH older . . . and even then there was no guarantee that he would want 'em.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Dec 5, 2013 21:51:25 GMT -5
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What? Oh! Paul! He was really charming to every other girl int he school, so why not her?! No, for her he had to be this! "You sat next to me . . . we have assigned seating! Michael could not sit next to me. His last name starts with G, and mine with B, so I am always in the front. Allerdyce--" She gestured to the seat he was in, "Is out sick this week." So there went his seating idea!
He wanted her to name it? Fine! "I like the name Pauline." There! If he called it that then everyone would make jokes, and if she knew anything about Paul Lahote it was that he would never let himself be the but of any joke. She felt rather smug for a moment, and summed all her bravery to add. "Or you could name her after me, just write my name down on the paper." If he knew it.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 5, 2013 22:23:57 GMT -5
He looked at her as she went on to explain the assigned seating in the classroom. Really? Really?! Was she that anal about the seating arrangement? Wow. She even knew who was sick, where everyone sat, what everyones name was . . . just, wow. He wasn't even sure what to say to that. "Uh . . . right. Sure. Whatever you say." Well, at least he said something. "Either way, he's got a staring problem." Which Paul could fix later. It wasn't until she said Pauline that Paul was unable to control himself and 'play nice'. "That's the dumbest name I've ever heard." He knew where she had gotten the idea from, and he was not going to be Paul and Pauline for the rest of the week.
She then suggested that they name it after her. But seeing as how he didn't know whether she was Rebecca or Rachael, that posted as a bit of a problem. She didn't want to tell him, so he would have to make do. With the pen he wrote 'R Black' on the birth certificate. "There. Now our baby sounds like a pirate." Because she'd rather give him her intital isntead of her full name. "But don't worry, I gave her your last name." Because he didn't want his name anywhere on this stupid birth certificate for this even stupider project. "Now, whats next?"
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Dec 14, 2013 19:21:13 GMT -5
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Dumbest name he'd ever heard? It was his name! "The baby needs her father's last name." She told him, knowing that was the only time she'd ever hold anything with his last name on it. "Just name her after--" She was about to say a girl friend but then decided that would be unfair to her. "After a movie star you like, and give her your last name. Something normal like Rachael--" hint, "Or Sarah,"
She couldn't fail this and if it took this long to get a name out of him it wasn't going to work well. She needed to take the lead on this before he cost them both a failing grade. "So once we decide on a name, you just need to pick a pretend job. I will pick to be a pretend teacher. We turn that in to the teacher and he gives us out budget we work with. I can do the budget." She was good at them since she did theirs for the house. "You will just have to keep the baby alive."
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 14, 2013 19:49:48 GMT -5
Man she was so picky about this stupid stuff. Who the hell cares what last name a plastic baby gets?! Its not like it was real, and Paul wasn't going to look like an idiot pretending that it was. He'd never hear the end of it from his boys. Rachael or Sarah . . . where did she even pick these names from anyway. "Fine, we'll go with Rachael." Only cause she had listed it first, and he didn't clue in that R was for Rachael. Not yet anyway. He then scribbled down his last name, rolling his eyes while doing so. Rachael Lahote. "There, you happy?" He asked sarcastically, pushing the stupid birth certificate aside. Now he had to pick a pretend job?! Oh this should be great. Just freakin' great. "Fine. I'm a hitman." An assassin type of guy! That would be cool.
"What do you mean keep this thing alive, its not even real to begin with," he argued, staring at it as its creepy fake eyes kept staring back. What a waste of time. "You're the mom anyway. Shouldn't you be the one making sure it doesn't die . . . or whatever." Something that wasn't alive can't die as he had previously pointed out. Then again, he didn't want to do the budget either. Numbers, finance . . . not his cup of tea. Instead, he just leaned back in his chair, tossing his eraser in the air and catching it repeatedly. Man, he couldn't wait to get out of here.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Dec 14, 2013 20:13:36 GMT -5
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He wrote Rachael Lahote on the paper and Rachael Black had to remind herself to breathe. Don't smile! Don't panic! How many times had she thought that name. Too many! "Fine." She whispered, then spoke up with a stronger voice. "Fine." It wasn't until he said he was going to be an assassin that she snapped out of it. She wrote teacher on the paper for her, and then paused over his for one second before writing 'entrepreneur' in his space. Let him pretend it was what he wanted, and the teacher could assume it meant Paul owned his own business.
"It's a computer on the inside. It cry's about every two hours and you have to be able to handle it. Feed it, dippers, and things. It also knows when shaken too hard . . . . and I am not going to be the sole person who takes care of that baby. We will both have to do it."
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 14, 2013 21:37:07 GMT -5
He noticed her write some gibberish word on the paper. Whatever it meant, he doubted it was hitman or anything close. "What the hell does that mean?" He asked. What job had she given him? Whatever it was, it sounded like she made him a pansy. "Why are you gonna ask me to pick a job and then write down whatever you want. That doesn't sound like teamwork." He said that last part rather sarcastically. Then she was talking on and on about taking care of a baby. Finishing it off with the 'we' part. Oh now they were a we, but not when he was picking names or a job for himself.
"Look, you wanna do good on this right? Maybe you should take care of the diapers thing." He didn't know how to change a diaper . . . nor did he want to find out. "Are we done filling this thing out so we can give it to the teach and get out of here." It was close to the end of class and he didn't want to spend a second longer than needed. Yet . . . he had a feeling that he was going to have to put overtime in this. Unless he convinced her that she should do it if she didn't want to fail.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Dec 14, 2013 22:05:04 GMT -5
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"It means you are self employed." She told him through gritted teeth, surprised but not shocked that he didn't know what that word meant. "That you work for yourself and no one is your boss . . . . like a hitman." She was not going to tell the teacher that. "Or a small business owner." Because she wasn't going to let him think he had won that battle. She was not marrying a hitman.
"We don't really change the dippers! It's not a human. We will just turn the key or something. You need to be here on time tomorrow so you can get all the information." Pushing the paper toward him she grabbed her bag, and stood up. "The baby doesn't go home with us today, so just turn everything and I will see you tomorrow." She watched him for another moment--a habit of her's--before turning to walk over to Michael, and wait for him to leave. Let Paul turn the paper and baby in.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 14, 2013 22:36:50 GMT -5
She didn't seem too pleased to answer his question, but he didn't care about making her happy. What he did care about was passing this class because he didn't want to be the loser to had to repeat it. She then told him -- TOLD HIM -- that he HAD to be on time tomorrow. Which was her first mistake. Paul was like a child in that when you told him to do something -- or not do something -- he did the opposite. So he made a mental note to be purposely late tomorrow just to piss her off. She then dumped the work on him and told him to pass it in to the teacher while she pranced off to talk to her boyfriend. Paul looked at her, unimpressed. He got up and grabbed the papers and baby by the foot, and went up the teacher, handing him both useless things. The teacher skimmed over the paper and handed it back to Paul.
"The baby's name is unacceptable. The exercise in naming your baby is to enable your creativity." Blah blah blah, shut the hell up! Paul thought to himself. Never the less, he did want to get out of here so snatched the paper back and scribbled down another name. One that he personally liked -- but would never admit. The teacher took it, looked at it and smiled. "That's a lot better. Miss Black is an excellent student. I am sure you can learn a lot from her." Yeah. Learn how annoying someone can be. Whatever. Paul turned to leave but happened to glance toward the nerd and Rachael. He was angry and annoyed, and decided to do something about it. He went up to 'Michael' and got in his face. "By the way, next time stare in another direction." He had warned Rachael that he didn't like the way the idiot was staring. "Unless you got a problem that we need to sort out." With fists. But Paul didn't need to be that explicit. His tone said it all.
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