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[ALISTAIR JAMES WALKER]

The internet was down in the dorms. This was not okay. I repeat, this was not okay. What was a boy like Al to do without a high-speed broad-band connection? Sure, he could play a computer or video game- but what if he needed to trouble-shoot a glitch or look up a strategy guide? In actuality he never used the net too much when he was gaming, he just enjoyed the comfort having it there in case he needed it. It was a safety blanket for the boy. One he fretted without. That might have been half the reason he didn’t go out of the house all that often- too much time away from his precious internet life.

So what was a boy to do? What I ask you? Camp out in the school computer rooms- that’s what. Of course, it wasn’t like it was in his dorm. There wasn’t the comfort of being ‘home’ so to speak, and there was always a chance he may run into an actual flesh and blood person. Being forced to socialise was difficult as it was, even more so when it was a stranger. It was a small price to pay though, to actually be able to use the internet. Besides he wouldn’t have to talk too much. Most people came into the computer labs with a certain purpose, right?

Of course though, there were probably a few people like Alistair, with nothing better to do at eleven pm on a Thursday night, and then hang out on a computer. Those people though, would possibly be just as socially awkward as the boy in question, and therefore, wouldn’t exactly be keen to strike up a conversation. At most they’d just engage in the patented ‘computer nerd solidarity’ nod and that would be that. Thank god for the people that got the awkward thing. It made Ali feel less of a retard, knowing there were other people who felt the same way as him.

With a plastic shopping bag on his wrist full of supplies; enough junk food to last a few solid hours, the boy made his way through the confusing halls of the south building of C block. At last he found the rooms he was looking for. A bunch of twenty-four hour computer labs. He felt a tug on his lips- curling them upwards into a smile. It had been over an hour since he’d been on the net and he was getting rather antsy. Soon he soothed his mind, soon. Stopping outside one of the doors, the boy grasped the door-handle and turned- What the? It wouldn’t move. He was sure it was supposed to be un-locked twenty-four hours! Why was it locked? He was starting to panic a little. What was he supposed to do now?

It was then that he glanced to the side of the door, eyes noticing a small white object on the wall that looked like a card swipe. Of course. You were meant to swipe your card to gain access to the room. He knew that... And yet, his card was sitting back in his dorm on his desk. He felt so foolish. If he wasn’t in public he’d have hit himself in the head for his idiocy. Sinking down to a sitting position, he let out a sigh. “Oh balls...” came his frustrated mutter, as he tried to work out what to do. Go back and get it, or wait to see if someone came along? Both had draw-backs...

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[SVETLANA DUMAS]

It was late - well, it was late if your name was Svetlana Dumas. She was not a 'night owl' in the least bit, though her inability to stay up past ten came from her younger days where she was put on a tight schedule. She could hear her father now with that old cliche saying, 'the early bird catches the warm'. In all honesty, Svetlana had yet to capture the exact meaning of the saying, it was something she just went with. Besides, she had a very early class to teach tomorrow, and working with over-emotional and slightly immature kids, Svetlana needed to be alert.

Still, the question had yet to be answered: why was Svetlana up - and even more so walking the halls of C-block. The answer was simple, she had some after school things to attend to; she had been working so long that she had lost track of time. But since she was here and up late, she decided that she might as well look up something on the computer. That's what brought her to the computer labs, she was going to do some simple research and hopefully be out of here in the next ten minutes. Svetlana could have easily done the research at home, but her own personal computer seemingly had a virus, one that she couldn't seem to get rid of. Much to her dismay, she would have to find the time to take it to the shop.

Svetlana's high-heeled shoes clicked against the floor as she absent-mindedly made her way towards the computer lab. Just as she was about to reach her destination, one of her feet seemingly tripped over something, causing the Russian beauty fall face forwards. "What the he-" Svetlana caught herself before the final word escaped her lips. Slowly rising to her feet Svetlana saw what she had tripped over: a student. Svetlana narrowed her eyes at the boy- in all honesty it was her own fault that she had fell, but still, it was easier to blame someone else than to admit her own clumsy ways. "Next time can you refrain from sitting in the middle of the hallway, please?" Svetlana said, though her voice held no anger, just its usual coldness. "Isn't it a little late for you to be wandering about, anyway." Not that she cared, she just had nothing better else to say. A scowl made it's way on to Svetlana's face, "Is that junk food? What exactly were you planning on doing out here, Mr...?" Svetlana said, leaving him room to fill in the missing information.

[ALISTAIR JAMES WALKER]

Alistair was so lost in his own sorry little predicament that he hadn’t seen the teacher approaching. If he had, the boy might have moved his legs out of her way. Or, well actually, probably not. He would have probably just stared at her. Tongue tied and blushing at the site of a pretty girl, or in her case, woman. It was obvious that Alistair wasn’t a particularly smooth young man. He’d had like, no experience with females except for interacting with them in class. Given one right in front of him, he’d have absolutely no idea what to do. Even with an aquatic band and a singing crab telling him what moves to make, The blonde would still be pretty oblivious to how to deal with a member if the opposite sex. Not that he needed to woo the girl in this situation. She was a teacher. It was just, her hotness factor made her completely intimidating for the poor kid.

The boy watched with a mixture of horror and shock as the teacher fell on her face. Biting his lip, wondering what he should do. Should he stand and help her up? Run to get some ice or something for her head, or whatever else hurt. Did it hurt woman between the legs when stuff happened there? Would she need to ice the front bum? At that thought, Al couldn’t help smirk to himself. He may have been an incredibly awkward teenage boy, but he was still a teenage boy, and coitus is never too far from the minds of most teenage boys. In fact he had a theory that those not having any where way more likely to be thinking about it than those getting some. That, however was completely beside the point right now. The point was, that he’d accidently just tripped a teacher. Which wasn’t exactly a good thing to do.

Blushing furiously, the boy scrambled to his feet. “Uh.. I wasn’t aware that was against the rules. I’m sorry..” He mumbled, looking down at his hands. Which where twisting the plastic of his bag nervously. Alistair wasn’t good at conflicted, or getting intro trouble. It was why he usually followed the rules perfectly. The more the teacher spoke, the more nervous Al found himself becoming. He was about to get into trouble, he could feel it. Shit what if they called his parents? Oh god oh god.. In his mind, the senior attempted to create fanciful stories that would explain why he was there and the junk-food. However he had learnt a while ago that he wasn’t the best liar, so it would probably just get him into even more strife. Why, why did he have to be such an idiot and forget his I.D card? This whole situation could have been avoided. Again he felt the strong desire to slap his own head, but he refrained.

“Walker.. Alistair.” He supplied for the teacher. Trying to come out of his little freak out. Swallowing, he started to attempt to explain himself. “Well, see, I.. Well. It’s just. The net is out in the dorms and well, You know. I, it’s still really early for me. It’s not like I want to look up porn or anything. It’s just, I do this thing, see. And I know junk-food is bad and stuff, but well.. I just..” It all came out in a quick jumble of words. None of it really a straight answer to any of her questions. Smiling sheepishly, he looked up. “I forgot my ID card?” he managed to offer weakly.

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[SVETLANA DUMAS]

Svetlana looked at the boy; it was taking all of her will power not to laugh at him. Not because of his geeky status or even his odd situation - it's just the statement about the porn had her dying on the inside. Though now that she thought about it, it wouldn't be the first time a young guy tried to use the school technology for 'other' reasons. Heck, Svetlana had been around horny teens long enough to know what it was like - she was still practically a kid herself. Granted, she was extremely mature for her age; in fact, most people didn't believe that she was only twenty-four. Though Svetlana didn't mind, she was used to it by now. As long as people respected her, that was all she wanted.

Watching the boy scramble to his feet, Svetlana smirked a bit. She could already tell he was not the type to get into trouble often. Most would call him a geek, but Svetlana saw him as a boy with a future. She knew the instant she saw him that he was not a trouble maker; his only offense was that his feet got in her way! "Can I ask why you are so nervous? I mean, most people who claim to not have done anything wrong don't look like they just robbed a bank. Okay, so she was playing with him now. Svetlana was no sadist, it was just fun watching the boy squirm a bit. Besides, she had to get some revenge for him making her fall on her face. "You sure you weren't trying to use the computer lab for something else." The something else referring to his earlier porn statement.

"You know, I might just have to report you. I'm sure your parents won't be too pleased to hear about their son's little adventure to the computer lab to watch Girls Gone Wild: extended edition." Svetlana had no idea if that was actually a movie or not; again, she was just teasing the boy. Though she kind of felt bad for him, but this was just too funny of an opportunity to pass up. Svetlana reached over and grabbed Alistair's bag full of junk food. Taking her hand she grabbed a few of the items out of the bag. So let me get this straight, not only are you trying to watch porn in the computer lab, but you want a mouth full of cavities in the process? Some one is trying to live on the edge I see.

[ALISTAIR JAMES WALKER]

To say Alistair had never looked up porn would be a lie. He had. In fact, most people had, even out of curiosity. It was just how it was. However, Alistair did think that things like that should be private. You just didn’t do it in public. In fact that was just one on a long list of things he thought you shouldn’t do in public, but that was completely unrelated and besides the point. Actually, he wasn’t too sure he knew what the point to his thoughts was. He guessed it was just one of those ‘I’m a teenage guy with sex on the brain’ thoughts. It was the fact he had mentioned porn really. That was always a snow-balling affect. You mention anything that could be considered sexual to most teenage boys and that was it, their minds were off on so many tangents not even they could follow them.

If he wasn’t blushing already, he certainly started to when she started throwing accusations at him. His eyes bugged out. What? But he always looked nervous? It was his freaking default face setting! Confused and nervous. Those were his core expressions no matter what the situation. So what, now he was getting into trouble for just being himself? Was that even fair? The boy could feel sweat forming on his forehead and palms. What an attractive quality he had there- sweating when he was extremely emotional. It made dating near impossible for the poor kid. “But I always look nervous!” He tried to explain, his voice raising in panic. “Ask anyone, I’m skittish. I mean, see me on the fourth of July and I’m a mess, jumping at every fire-cracker. Ask anyone. Ask my dorm-mate. He’ll tell you I’m just really odd. I don’t think he likes me very much..” The rambling started once more, before Al could stop himself. Which honestly only served to make him even more nervous.

“I don’t even look at porn. Okay I do, that was a lie. Everyone looks at porn. I’m not saying you do though. But if you do that’s totally cool too.” Oh god, Alistair, just shut up. Close your mouth and stop words from coming out. You are only digging yourself in deeper. “I just mean. I would never do it in public on a school computer..” he tried to recover himself weakly. God, he just wanted to troll 4chan, or read some Anime fanfic. Was that so bad? Maybe even watch nerdfighters on youtube fot a few hours. Why was this causing him so much grief? He practically whined as she took the bag from him. Now it was against the rules to eat junk-food? “But..” he stammered, not really having a come-back. She was right about the cavities..

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