Post by Miss Murder on Dec 27, 2008 13:43:32 GMT -5
Christian's head ached too much for him to think of much else to do, but apologize for fainting so suddenly on him. He didn't understand the teacher's actions at all, but at least he had not just left him there. "I'm sorry," he muttered closing his eyes for a moment... His cheeks being a scarlet red, "I'm so hopeless sometimes.."
Every inch of his body felt like it had been ripped off and then sewed back on.. In his mind he was having two mental battles. One, what the hell Anthony had just done.. Two, Flipper. He attempted to push himself off the marble floor, but as he did the world spinned again. "Urghh," he groaned as he sat up right. He didn't really remember how or when he passed out... or where he had been when he passed out.
The world, that had been in his inner mind, was gone. He shifted slightly and looked in dismay at the papers he had spilled everywhere. After Mr. Borger had spent all that time gathering them together for him he had just dumped them. He grabbed the one sheet of paper in front of him and then twisted back to grab the one behind him. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath.
Trying not to think about the 'kiss' was pretty easy when he was on one task... However it still remained in the back of his mind like a bad taste in his mouth. Not that his teacher tasted bad... Oh god! Stop there!
As soon as he collected the papers he was sure he was going to go.. Wait. He had just made mouth contact with a teacher, and the teacher didn't even know his name...
As Christian picked up the third paper he had dropped he said with a weak voice, "My name is Christian Donald Andrews by the way... I just figured I'd tell you since your going to be getting my homework haha." It was just for conversation.. Just so that things weren't so weird... but they were.
Every inch of his body felt like it had been ripped off and then sewed back on.. In his mind he was having two mental battles. One, what the hell Anthony had just done.. Two, Flipper. He attempted to push himself off the marble floor, but as he did the world spinned again. "Urghh," he groaned as he sat up right. He didn't really remember how or when he passed out... or where he had been when he passed out.
The world, that had been in his inner mind, was gone. He shifted slightly and looked in dismay at the papers he had spilled everywhere. After Mr. Borger had spent all that time gathering them together for him he had just dumped them. He grabbed the one sheet of paper in front of him and then twisted back to grab the one behind him. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath.
Trying not to think about the 'kiss' was pretty easy when he was on one task... However it still remained in the back of his mind like a bad taste in his mouth. Not that his teacher tasted bad... Oh god! Stop there!
As soon as he collected the papers he was sure he was going to go.. Wait. He had just made mouth contact with a teacher, and the teacher didn't even know his name...
As Christian picked up the third paper he had dropped he said with a weak voice, "My name is Christian Donald Andrews by the way... I just figured I'd tell you since your going to be getting my homework haha." It was just for conversation.. Just so that things weren't so weird... but they were.