This is fantastic writing, brilliant plot all I could ask of you is to describe their surroundings more.
People are so very odd, Dahlia realizes, we deny ourselves what want, for no reason. She watches James try to eat Lola's face. Okay, maybe he doesn't. She doesn't envy Lola, however. She pities her, because she doesn't know James' tender side. She doesn't know him like she does. Lola makes a sickly noise and Dahlia looses her appetite. The tension in her shoulders leaves her as she throws her sorry excuse for food away and exits the lunch room. She spends the rest of her time in the library, sitting at a table in the corner, surrounded by books which will never make her heart beat as though it wants to escape her chest, or make her want to curl up and die, and certainly did not have a different girlfriend each time she'd seem them previously, except this one has been around since February. "Hi Dahlia." Kendall, the guy who sits beside her greets her. "Hey Kendall." She says as she pulls out her AP Government book. She finds it odd that Kendall would say hello to her, considering he never had previously, but she doesn't think too much about it as they jump into the world of politics Again, Kendall is friendly towards Dahlia after class. He walks her to her next period. This is unusual; Kendall is not one to be with girls like Dahlia, more like girls like Lola. To see them together sparks comments. Kendall is somewhat attractive, and quite popular among females and otherwise. She is the girl Clementine and James hang out with. Speculations arise, perhaps it was a dare or he's just being nice...but Kendall isn't nice to any girl who isn't shallow or caked with makeup or shows too much cleavage. James notices Kendall buzzing around Dahlia like a busy bee, talking constantly and studiously ignoring him. James is vehemently staring at him, making it very clear that he was not welcome here. Even when Lola's ritualistic assault of his face begins, his intense warning does not waver. It is so steadfast that she eventually gives up on it, pouting in his direction. "Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?" He asks, and Dahlia drops her books. They are walking to her next class. He swoops down smoothly to retrieve them. "No." She replies, bewildered. "They should. Because you are." Dahlia's eyebrows go up. Short update. Hehe. Kendall. Complicating things. Triangles.
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She cannot do that one eyebrow thing Eddy and James can do, which she envies strongly. She doesn't understand this compliment, and she simply looks away. Kendall takes it as a sign to sidle closer. Dahlia looks at him strangely and is very relieved once he's out of sight. "Well..." Florence, the very, very Cajun girl who is a friend of Dahlia's. "I say you either confront this young man, or you take him up on his offer. James'll never grow a pair, face it." Dahlia can often barely understand Florence, but when she can, she usually can't help but agree. "I just don't know what to do." She sighs as the French teacher who is Native American walks in, speaking incomprehensible and rapid French to Florence, who hangs on his every word. Dahlia wonders how it’s possible to sound like you're coughing up hair balls so often in conversation. James does not have to take French, German, or Portuguese, because he has been taught these by a governess. He is taking Spanish. Kendall is not interested in foreigners. He says this at James, but not to him. The class has commenced and there are more incomprehensible words requiring unprecedented amounts of phlegm. She only took French so she could understand James when he started unexpectedly speaking bouts of it when he arrived here. His governess was particularly fond of the French, so this is, besides English, the language that James knows best. Clementine is completely and utterly lost. She misses her friends. She spends her time surrounded by pretty, petty people who talk so much that she doesn't have to give input. She never realized that one can talk for an hour about shoes until spending far too much time with those more fortunate than her and in a much different place. Secretly, in her heart of hearts, she understands that something is in play that no one really has control of, and she hates it. -------- Tis a short one. Was working very hard on chapter something. I realized that I messed up the dates and things, James will be leaving in one year, at the beginning of Senior year for reasons. That is all c: