`` we wage a war that can't be won || {p} for Fallen

OOC:
HERE. FINALLY.

BIC:
Jasmine entered the room. All eyes turned toward the new girl. She felt herself redden and forced herself to look tall.
She tensed a bit as the teacher raised an eyebrow. "Since you're new here, I'll let the fact that you're tardy pass this one time. But I expect better from the future. Is that clear?"
Jasmine nodded. "Yes ma'am." She replied sweetly. She clutched the binder and text book closer to her chest, hearing a few kids snicker.
"Good," Ms. Clarkson said, "Now if you would kindly take a seat next to Mr. Tardy Trousers in the back, perhaps I can finally start the lesson."
Turning to face the class, she searched for the empty seat that the old bat had mentioned. Seeing it, she began walking down the aisle, her dark green eyes focused on the empty chair. Jasmine sat down softly, not making a sound.
She glanced at the boy next to her, and offered a small wave.

OOC:
Ask her through note if she'll be his friend. I'm trying to see about something here. 8D

BIC:
Jasmine glanced down at the note, then opened it and read what was inside. She flicked her gaze up to check to see if the old bat still had her back turned to the class before writing down Jasmine.
Jasmine smoothly flicked the paper with two fingers and watched as it landed squarely in front of the boy. She ran a finger through her wavy black hair. It was a nervous habit.

Jasmine took it, her fingertips brushing his hand. She waited till Whatsherface was back at the front of the room, sitting down and doing whatever that had her attention, then read the note. Biting her lip thoughtfully, she glanced at the boy by her. Dylan. He seemed nice enough.
Hmm.
Yes, she wrote, then stood and began walking down the aisle. Jasmine placed the note on his desk before she walked to the teacher's desk and asked to use the restroom.
Getting permission, she walked out of the room, smiling.

OOC:
Lookie.

BIC:
Jasmine came back in three seconds before the bell rang. Which was her plan. She hated Algebra. Luckily, the worksheet was to be done as homework if not completed.
Humming to herself as the bell rang, she started gathering her belongings, and didn't notice when she dropped her only pencil. Still humming, she quickly left the room and entered the busy hallway, and was soon lost in the crowd.

Jasmine paused. Was that Dylan? She turned her head and stood on tiptoes, trying to look over the crowd. God there were so many people. She spotted him at the end of the hallway, and her heart sank. How was she going to reach him without getting trampled?
Gathering her courage, she walked along the edges of the crowded hall.

Jasmine thanked him and smiled. Good thing he picked up the pencil, or she was done for.
She scanned her schedule for her next class.
"Um, where's Mr. Trent?" Next up: Chemistry.

OOC:
Did cha see what I did there with the video song thingie? Cx

BIC:
Jasmine nodded, smiling. "Sure!" She mentally kicked herself, god she sounded way too eager. Like a puppy getting a treat or something.
Clearing her throat, Jasmine said, "Lead the way." She tilted her head at him, blinking kindly at him. To anyone who didn't know her, that movement probably looked like she was flirting with Dylan. Of course she wasn't though, this was just how she tried to get a read on people, without them suspecting.
Jasmine was trying to figure out if she should trust him or not. He seemed like a nice man, but still...
Though they were friends now, she supposed she should give Dylan a chance.

"Thank you." Jasmine said, blushing. No one had ever done that before. She kind of liked it. Made her feel rather special. Walking into the classroom, she tried to ignore the fact that the room grew silent, then whispers started. This was actually normal for her. Considering what she was wearing right now, no wonder everyone was whispering and pointing. Mostly the guys.
Although perhaps wearing a black corset, and tight dark blue ripped jeans with hooker looking boots wasn't the best idea for an outfit for the first day at a new school.
Not exactly the kind of first I,pressing she wanted to make.
Without looking at anyone, she took a seat at the back.