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Twirling the pencil between his index and middle fingers Riley looked out the wall window in the classroom. The teacher was up in the front of the room giving a lecture on the material on the new lesson. He had his elbow on a sort of framing ledge that was over the glass, his chin resting in his palm. The rest of his body was relaxed, sort of leaning back in the chair and his legs spread out in front of him enough so that his dark brown boot covered feet were under the chair in front of him.
Riley wasn't a bad looking guy, he was well built, fit. Though he was no where near being a body builder he did have some muscle under his skin. He played basketball for fun, along with ran. But, he refused to do schools sports, because there were too many rules in them. He liked playing with other people that were willing to put money down on who would win.
Riley had crimson red hair that was untamed on top of his head. He rarely brushed his hair and it came down to just below his ears, a little longer than the average but he didn't care. His deep brown eyes entranced many girls in his class, but there was only one girl, well woman, that had his eye at the moment. Looking over out of the corner of his eye to the teacher, taking her in again.
Riley wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt that was a little loose on him, but not overly baggy. His mind was thinking of different ways to catch the teacher off her guard. He knew how she got him after school, he was thinking he would do something tonight. It was Wednesday and he wouldn't mind seeing if what he did to her would effect how she taught.
Riley wasn't a bad looking guy, he was well built, fit. Though he was no where near being a body builder he did have some muscle under his skin. He played basketball for fun, along with ran. But, he refused to do schools sports, because there were too many rules in them. He liked playing with other people that were willing to put money down on who would win.
Riley had crimson red hair that was untamed on top of his head. He rarely brushed his hair and it came down to just below his ears, a little longer than the average but he didn't care. His deep brown eyes entranced many girls in his class, but there was only one girl, well woman, that had his eye at the moment. Looking over out of the corner of his eye to the teacher, taking her in again.
Riley wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt that was a little loose on him, but not overly baggy. His mind was thinking of different ways to catch the teacher off her guard. He knew how she got him after school, he was thinking he would do something tonight. It was Wednesday and he wouldn't mind seeing if what he did to her would effect how she taught.