From: WIP
“Oh, you must be the new student,” the teacher said in a soft voice. She was a gentle looking woman in her early forties. “Class, this is Orlando Holmes.” That immediately got the entire room’s attention. “Tait, could you please get him caught up while I continue?”
He opened his mouth to point out that he had no idea who Tait was, but then noticed a wave from a girl with long, blonde, curly, hair who reminded him of every other stereotyped ditz on the planet he’d ever met. Complete with a cute cheerleading uniform which barely covered her midriff, and a bouncing high ponytail. He sat in the empty desk behind her and waited to hear what profound things this girl could possibly share with him.
“She teaches straight from the book. You can borrow mine if you want, but all you have to do is read and do the busy work and you should have an A. I mean, assuming you know how to do basic math,” she whispered.
“Only when I’m wearing sandals,” he mumbled as he pulled out a notebook and a pen from his back pack. She stared at him. “You see that means I can only do math when I can -.”
“See your toes, I followed,” she finished for him. “I was just trying to decide if it would be worth my time to laugh or ignore you.”
“Ignoring would probably be wiser.”
“Oh, you’re one of those types huh? Loner, nobody understands me, and I just want to survive this one day at a time?” She pulled out her text book and flipped it open to the chapter they were currently being lectured on. “Here.” She stared back towards the front.
He rolled his eyes. “That’s rude you know. You can’t just say something like that and end the conversation. I mean, if we went and based everything we know about each other simply by how we’re dressed I’d make sure all my words had one syllable and accompanied them with a visual aide of a cute baby farm animal. Even then, you’d still have no idea what I was saying, and yet, look at you still following the conversation so well.”
“Point taken,” she said.
He smirked and leaned back so he could doodle and daydream for the remainder of the hour. On occasion he would stare at the back of Tait’s head, knowing full well she could feel his eyes on her and loving how it made her tense up, as if in anticipation.
Sounds like something that happened in my classroom.
LOL I love the conversation and the sarcasm between them. Bad boy meets good girl sorta thing it seems. Great job
LOVE how you’re smashing the stereotypes! Their dialogue is real.
Sounds intriguing. Great teen dialogue.
Very well done! Very realistic as well as catchy.
Love the back-chat between them. Great atmosphere in your sample.