Girl Meets Boy ... (Ritsuka and Trieste)

[Trieste]

The day is beautiful, sunny, with a cloudless sky. The balmy breeze whispers through the airy campus, ruffling the hair of students as they make their way to class for the morning. The bell hasn't rung yet, so there isn't much of a hurry among most of the kids... teenagers meander back and forth across the courtyard, and the sound of their chatter is deafening.

Lanah Turner is one of those chattering students, dressed in a short, pleated skirt and a sleeveless button-down blouse the same cornflower blue as her eyes. She tosses her honey-blonde hair back over her shoulders as she laughs at something her best friend, Josie, says, then abruptly stops as she spots the wild-haired freak walking past her. She arches her eyebrow at Shannon and takes a step forward, placing herself strategically in Shannon's way so the other girl can't get to class.

"Oh ... my god. Shannon..." She pauses for effect, then continues in a voice hushed with mock horror. "Someone, like, puked on your hair. It's this gross purple!" Sniggers start to come from her friends behind her, and Lanah herself seems to be having trouble keeping a straight face. "You should go wash it. Right now. Or maybe shave it off or something."

Yep. Another day at Caleigh High...

[Ritsuka]

Shannon scowled darkly that the girl before smirking as she took out a can of pop and shaking it before opening it facing Lanah. "Oh I'm sorry, did I get my pop on you?" She said in fact worry before glaring and stepping around her and walking to class, she hated this school with a passion, it was a school for rich kids and she hated them all. "Dimwits." She mumbled softly as she walked into art class and sat down near the back so she could have some time to herself.

[Trieste]

Lanah's smile fades as Shannon sprays sticky soda all over her new shirt. "Oh my god! You freak!" She narrows her eyes and turns her back on Shannon, and muttered words follow Shannon across the courtyard. "Stupid freak ... can't even open a can right ... weirdo..."

Shannon's art teacher glances at her as she walks by, and it's clear from the disappointed look in the instructor's eyes that she saw what happened. She doesn't say anything, though, turning back to smile at the boy standing in front of her. He looks like he's in Shannon's grade, maybe one step ahead, and he wears a bright yellow hoodie with a picture of Bob Marley on the front, with the words 'Get up, Stand Up' printed above and below the picture. Under the sweatshirt are jeans that fit well enough, although they're slightly frayed at the bottom, probably because the boy is only about 5'6" or so.

As the rest of the class files in - all six students - he goes and finds his own seat, stuck near the front because all the other seats are assigned. When everyone's in their seat, their teacher smiles at them. Her name is supposed to be Miss Lewis, but she's had her students call her Tracey for the last fifteen years of teaching; might as well keep up the habit.

"Okay, guys, settle down," Tracey says with a smile. "This guy is Alan, he just moved here, and I want you all to make him feel comfortable. Now, today is going to be something you've all done before, since we're going to be working on the potter's wheel, but I want you all to try ..."

As Tracey goes ahead with her lesson plan, Alan stays ducks over his desk, drawing some sort of doodle in his notebook. He shakes his dark brown hair out of his eyes occasionally, but the longist straight strands of hair continually creep back into his face. Other than that, he's still, save for his hand moving with short, sure strokes across the page.

[Ritsuka]

Shannon was only  half listening to what Tracey was saying, her eyes kept drifting over to Alan, there was just something different about him that drew her to him. 'Get a hold of yourself Shannon, he's probly just another jerk.' She thought to herself with a soft sigh as she turned bak to look at Tracey before getting up and walking over to her potter's wheel and sitting down with some black clay. "What to make." She mumbled softly as she slowly stepped on the wheel to make it turn.

[Ritsuka]

Shannon was only half listening to what Tracey was saying, her green eyes kept drifting over to Alan, there was just something different about him that drew her to him. 'Get a hold of yourself Shannon, he's probly just another jerk.' She thought to herself with a soft sigh, some of her pink hair falling in front of her pale face, as she turned bak to look at Tracey before getting up and walking slowly over to her potter's wheel and sitting down with some black clay. "What to make." She mumbled softly as she slowly stepped on the wheel to make it turn. "I'll make a pot or something." She slipped off her gloves and the hoodie that she was wearing to leave her in gray jeans, that had a hole in the knees, a pair of black all stars, a fishnet shirt, and a tank top under it.

[Trieste]

It takes some time for Alan to walk to the wheel. He stays bent over his notepad for a minute or so, putting the finishing touches on whatever it is he's drawing in it. He finally stands, flipping the book closed and standing to head over to the only wheel left open. The one next to Shannon, on the end of the row, is the only one remaining unclaimed, so with a brief, sidelong glance at her, he slips into the stool beside it and scoops up a glob of clay, letting it splat in the center of the wheel.

He doesn't say anything, just pulls off his sweatshirt, revealing a plain black t-shirt underneath, and flicks the power switch on. His fingers are long and almost delicate, even for a guy; artists's fingers. He cups them around the mound of clay and leans on the pedal, gently starting the wheel turning. It's obvious he's done this before, and just as obvious that he's pretty good at it. Within a few minutes, a slender column of wet clay starts to take form under his fingers, tall and straight.

[Ritsuka]

The pink haired teen peeked over at Alan from the corner of her eyes, she was suprised to see that he was doing so well. 'Maybe he's not a jock.' She thought with a small smile before she turned back to her own clay and she started to mold it as she started to hum a small song. Shannon was hopping that maybe she could become friends with with this boy. "Hey, I'm Shannon." She said as she looked over to him with a small shy smile.

[Trieste]

His expression is mild, almost bored-looking. The top of the column gets a bit of a rounded top to it, and an amused smile plays across the corners of his lips before she says something to him. Blinking a second, he furtively widens out the tapered clay in front of him, apparently changing his mind about what to make and bringing the form down to the shorter, stubbier shape of a mug or long bowl.

"Hey." He doesn't look up from his work, doesn't even glance her way, but he does add a little grudingly, "Alan."

[Ritsuka]

Shannon's pale lips curve down into a frown before she turns back to her black clay pot. 'Looks like he is a jerk.' She thought with a huff, her foot going a bit faster to show her anger before he pot suddenly caves in as she pushes to hard on it. "Damn it." She swears softly before she closed her jade eyes and stopped so she could take a deep breath.