[ Grace couldn't stick out more in detention if she tried. She's never been in this classroom after school, for one. Normally, she could talk her way out of just about anything but today, her smart mouth had been a little too sharp for the teacher to give a damn about how quickly she backpedaled. Part of her is ashamed but the rest of her thoughts are tied up in how she's going to hide this little fiasco from her overbearing parents.
They'd be disappointed in that condescending we didn't raise you to misbehave sort of way. No, they'd raised her as if she'd never been a child at all. Get the best grades. Engage in the fine arts. Her silver spoon is obvious.
Even now, that upbringing has her using this time to work on assignments for her weakest subject in hopes that she could enjoy some of her time after school -- but conjugating French tenses was ridiculous. She'd taken to tapping her pencil idly against her cheek while staring down her homework when her attention is diverted by the teacher reprimanding one of her fellow students.
Grace has a good enough ear to hear the muttered reply and fast enough reflexes that she's able to stifle the snort. She keeps her head down and glances across the way through her lashes, immediately curious. It was a blond kid that looked ...well. Not like her usual pool of acquaintances. A quick peek down at her watch confirmed that his recovery was close enough to being true.
All the prompting she needed to pack up her work, but while she's leaned over she catches sight of the khakis and those horrendous Birkenstocks with the socked toes playing peekaboo. Lord have mercy... Definitely not the crowd she entertains, which makes him kind of perfect really. She waits for detention to be let out to make her move, sliding quietly in step with the blond. It must be the ballet training. ]
So... what were you looking at, anyway?
[ Boy, you better hide your phone. ]
Talking to a special friend?
[ GRACE. Stop teasing unkempt av nerds. She can't help it, though. ]
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Date: 2021-05-08 01:59 pm (UTC)They'd be disappointed in that condescending we didn't raise you to misbehave sort of way. No, they'd raised her as if she'd never been a child at all. Get the best grades. Engage in the fine arts. Her silver spoon is obvious.
Even now, that upbringing has her using this time to work on assignments for her weakest subject in hopes that she could enjoy some of her time after school -- but conjugating French tenses was ridiculous. She'd taken to tapping her pencil idly against her cheek while staring down her homework when her attention is diverted by the teacher reprimanding one of her fellow students.
Grace has a good enough ear to hear the muttered reply and fast enough reflexes that she's able to stifle the snort. She keeps her head down and glances across the way through her lashes, immediately curious. It was a blond kid that looked ...well. Not like her usual pool of acquaintances. A quick peek down at her watch confirmed that his recovery was close enough to being true.
All the prompting she needed to pack up her work, but while she's leaned over she catches sight of the khakis and those horrendous Birkenstocks with the socked toes playing peekaboo. Lord have mercy... Definitely not the crowd she entertains, which makes him kind of perfect really. She waits for detention to be let out to make her move, sliding quietly in step with the blond. It must be the ballet training. ]
So... what were you looking at, anyway?
[ Boy, you better hide your phone. ]
Talking to a special friend?
[ GRACE. Stop teasing unkempt av nerds. She can't help it, though. ]