The Past is Always there (Fre&StarlightKitten)

[Evo Var]

Mat walked out of the administration office and looked up and down the hall. He was not looking forward to this day, he hadn't been looking forward to this whole move but he didn't have much choice now. He quickly weaved his way through the halls to his locker. As he walked he glanced at a few people but there was no one that he thought he might have met by whatever random play of fate.

After he dropped his backpack and grabbed his notebook before closing his locker and heading for his first class. By the time he found his class he was about fifteen minutes late since he had gotten lost on his way there.

When he walked in he glanced around the class quickly then went to the teacher and handed them his transfer papers. They talked for a few moments then Mat headed for an empty seat at the back of the class. "Class this is Mat and he will be joining your classes." Mat rolled his eyes as he walked away from the teacher then sat down and pulled out his notebook.

Mat

 

[SingingSatellite]

Summer had hoped for a quiet day. Her evening prior had been spent arguing with her mother about the fact that she didn't want her daughter going out as often as she did and focus more on her work. Summer certainly wasn't the type to party, but she liked spending time away from her home. Sure, her grades could be better, but she wasn't concerned. It was high school, who cared?

Settling into her first class, algebra, Summer looked tired. Her deep brown eyes were unfocused as she pulled out a black notebook. Her grey converse rested on the back of the empty chair in front of her, the class a bit empty. However, about fifteen minutes into it, she looked up as the teacher stopped, watching the young man enter. Immediately her face lost its color, her lips parting slightly as he entered, taking a seat. While he didn't appear to recognize her right away, there was no mistaking him.

Swallowing hard, she looked down at her notebook, trying to make herself invisible. But the teacher mistook this as Summer not knowing what was going on, "Summer, would you care to substitute for x in the equation?" She looked up, eyes wide, trying to answer the question as quickly as possible, seeming to satisfy her teacher for now.

 

[Evo Var]

Mat looked up from his notebook when the her heard the teacher call on Summer. He looked around the room wanting to see what Summer looked like and if she was as hot as the one he had met in the summer. Well meeting her was just the beginning then. But when he saw her he almost dropped his pen. There was no way it could have been her, she should still be back in his town with her dad.

After a few seconds he turned around and looked back at the teacher so that he would not be called on. As he sat there not listening to the teacher he smiled at the memories of the time that he and a few of his friends had found Summer. After about ten minutes someone knocked on the door and the teacher went out side of the room to talk. Mat had no idea if he would have Summer in any of his other classes and not wanting to miss the opportunity to re-connect with her. He smirked as he thought of the double meaning to re-connecting with her.

He grabbed his stuff and walked back to the seat in front of her. He dropped his notebook on the desk then pushed her feat off the chair to make sure she knew he was there before sitting down sideways in the seat and turning a bit more in her direction. "Now, this is a surprise. Don't you think?" His smile was not quite as friendly as it should be as he quicly looked her up and down. "Somethings different here." He paused for a minute and pretended to think before added in a thoughtful tone that only she would be close enough to hear. "I think the last time I saw you you had less clothes on."

 

[SingingSatellite]

After answering, she had gone back to looking intently at the paper. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Maybe she was imagining it. She hadn't been drunk that night, but she had been preoccupied with... well, quite a bit. Her father lived states away. States. That this man was now sitting in her classroom should have been impossible. She'd met him at a party, he and his friends, and he lived there. Not here. She was scribbling notes down furiously, in an attempt to keep herself focused on the task at hand and not the young man that she knew so well, the young man that couldn't possibly have been there.

Watching the teacher leave the room, she took a breath, pushing back her hair as she tried to slink into her desk. But it wasn't working. He must have recognized her. She watched carefully as Mat made his way over to the desk in front of her, pushing her feet off of it, adjusting herself in her chair as he did this, aware that she had no room to argue right now, not if he really did remember her. Her fears were confirmed as he turned, a look in his eyes that she was quite aware of.

Glaring, she spat out her words, trying to remain quiet, "What are you doing here?" She didn't respond to his note about wearing less clothing, trying to keep her own personal life under wraps. Most people thought she was a quiet, spending time with her friends, but far from interesting. Her time with her father over the summer had always been her time to really let loose, especially last summer. She had quite the 'good time' with a number of men at one of the parties she went to. At first she'd been nervous, though almost immediately warmed up to the idea, thinking that she'd never see them again, and so it didn't matter. The chances of even bumping into them in the future were slim to nothing.

 

[Evo Var]

Mat looked at her like she was stupid for even having to ask. "I moved, why the hell do you think I would be here?" He glared at her and couldn't wait to hear her reaction but just as he finished talking the teacher walked back into class. He turned around and faced the front of the class again.

As the teacher started talking she noticed he had moved but after a brief glance between his first seat and where he was now as she tried to figure out why he had moved she just started teaching again. Mat flipped to a new page in his notebook and started sketching. As the teacher mentioned numbers or characters Mat would draw them into his sketch which just made it all the more chaotic.