Fallen Angels....wings were made to fly (Open, please join!)

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    She laughed, writing down the answers to each question. She didn't look in his direction once during the lesson

    He didn't pay attentino to class which was normal, but what wasn't normal was her!!!! He cursed during all of class trying to understand why. But when class ends... he would demand and ansewr.

    The bell rang and Feather gathered her stuff. She made her way to the door, trying to avoid him.

    She scoffed, "By doing what? Giving me no option but to talk to you." Feather hissed, "Nice. I must have a different view of that word than you." Her pretty eyes bore into his, her head tilted to one side. Her hair fell over one eye, her hand clutched the strap of her bag

    Feather glared at him, "Well, for a start, you're blocking the whole doorway and you're about to make me late." Her eyebrows were raised, her arms crossed

    "Tough." She sauntered off, bag swinging, hair bouncing, one hand on her tiny wiast.

    Feather rolled her big eyes and walked off to class. She considered skipping but figured it wouldn't bode well for her first day. She arrived to class on time, but barely. She sat near the back, avoiding eye contact. Every male in the room was watching her, and there was nothing she could do

    He had talked to his friends about the new girl, Feather. What was her deal?! The girls all iked him, but her? She didn't like him. He slowly talked to his friends wanting ideas how to flirt.

    Feather sat alone at lunch, though mulitple people offered to sit with her. She refused, all of them were guys wanting to flirt. She sat, drawing and waiting for the bell to ring. She did not eat

    "Yeah, I bet that's why you're talking to me." She retorted, putting her drawings away.

    "And it didn't work." Feather pointed out, eyebrows raised. She considered leaving but wouldn't back down

    "Talk then." She wanted to tell him what she really was, so he'd be afraid. Too bad for heaven too good for hell....we were angels, but we fell...