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Burkins Academy

"Well that's great, because I'm actually quite good at science. Just not math. I hate math." He scrunches up his nose in feigned disgust. He tries to do the second question, thinking he had the hand of it. "Nope, nope- wait! Yes...." He grins as he finishes the question and then peers at Alice's paper to see if he had the answer right. He sighs, nope. He had it completely wrong.
 
Alice giggles and looks at his paper, "You made one mistake, you subtract it, not add it. When you move the number to one side, you change it from plus to minus." She tries to explain. She taps the desk, "It's easy when you get the hang of it." She says again.
 
"Right." He says, "can you say that in English please?" He laughs a little before trying to do what she said, eventually he had the hang of it, and moved onto question three, then four. He smiles, "thank you, honestly I hate math that much that I don't care. Like I get it one lesson but I don't bother remembering it. It's a problem."
 
"You should probably try to remember it then." Alice with a quiet laugh. She places her pen down on the desk and yawns, "This lesson is boring though." She says looking at the teacher who was staring at her, clearly not happy that they were talking. Alice takes out her notepad and starts to doodle random symbols on the paper. She wasn't focusing on what she was drawing, just letting her mind wander as she did so.
 
Fenton went through more of the questions, then sighed, giving up for the lesson. "What electives do you take?" He asks her, looking at her notepad and the doodles that she was drawing. "Cos you seem like you probably take art. Or do you just enjoy doodling?" He asks, looking from her to the teacher and then back to his notebook. He pretended to work out some more of the questions.
 
Alice smiles, "I hate art, this is just doodles to pass the time." She says thinking back to her schedule, "I take music and history." She answers, looking at her notepad, tracing the symbol with her index finder. She looks at it and then glances at Fenton, "Which electives did you take?" She asks with a smile, continuing to doodle slowly.
 
"I can imagine you being good at music. And history." He says, nodding his head slightly, "I take drama and music myself, actually." He says. "I'm more of a creative one, as you can tell. English, drama, and music." He smiles. "Do you play instruments then?" He asks her, his face still turned to look at his notebook and his pencil scribbling aimlessly, but he was looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
 
Alice nods at him and continues to tap her fingers against the desk, "Ahh, you do seem the more creative type." She says with a grin, pausing before speaking again, "I sing, though I can play the violin too. How about yourself?" She asks glancing at him. She starts a new doodle, not looking at what she was doodling.
 
"Piano, drums, bass, guitar. Multi musical I suppose. It was something my grandmother encouraged, she loved to hear me play any instruments." He smiles a little, "I can't sing though, well, not that I know of, I just usually play." He laughs a little, then looks at her properly. "I'd like to hear you sing though."
 
"Very musical," she says with a small laugh, looking at him. Alice brings a hand through her hair and taps the desk, "I'm sure you will eventually, we'll probably be in the same class." She points out with a smile. She looks around, at everyone who continued to work.
 
"Probably." He gets out his schedule and unfolds it, looking at the time slot for music. "When do you have it?" He asks her, turning to look at her. He had his after break, which was next, then after music he had drama. After that, science. Busy day. He liked how he had two electives after the other though, made the day slightly more bare able.
 
Alice grins, "Music after break and then history." She comments with a smile looking at his schedule. She liked music and history was a favourite too. She looks at him, "Seems we're in a lot of lessons together." She says looking at him, trying to decipher whether this would be a good thing. She hadn't seen one friend all day, Jessica had opted for separate lessons clearly as she hadn't seen her all day. She hums gently, looking at the clock that sat ticking away on wall.
 
"Lucky me, I suppose." He smiles and puts his schedule back in his pocket. "You don't seem to uh... Pardon me saying this... In fact. No. Never mind, forget I opened my mouth." He laughs a little and puts his pencil down, looking at her again. "You just-" He began, only to be cut off by the maths teacher. "Mr White, I do hope that you are paying attention." He said sharply, and Fenton turned to look at him quickly, nodding a little and biting his lip. "Yeah, yeah I definitely am."
 
Alice laughs slowly lowering her eyes and focusing on her notebook, "No, go on. Enlighten me Fenton.." She murmurs glancing at him in the corner of her eyes. She taps against the desk, with her finger tips, curious as to what he wanted to say. She closed her notebook and looks at the teacher, smiling sweetly and then turning to boy.
 
"Well, I just.. It's not that important, honestly, I just wonder why you aren't sat with friends or anything, that's all. See, not important in the slightest," he laughs a little, leaning back in his seat and cracking his fingers. "I mean you seem like you can make friends with anyone, but you don't seem to have many. Why is that? In fact don't answer, I'm being rude."
 
Alice looks at him, her face expressionless, like his judgement really offended her. She pauses for a few moments before smiling, "Maybe I don't like people, I have some friends but not trustworthy friends. Jessica, you haven't met her, she's my best friend and we are.. How to put it nicely.. opposites, none of our lessons match and she's a bit of an airhead, but don't tell her that, just sit and smile as she complains about boys." She explains with a short laugh.
 
"Oh she's one of those types," he nods his head before pouting a little, "I wouldn't have thought you'd be friends with that kind of girl if I'm honest, but I've only just met you and don't really know you at all, do I." He smiles a little, before looking up at the clock. When he does, the bell rings, symbolising that it was now time for break. Finally, break. Fenton stands, gathering his things, then waits for Alice. He hoped that he could spend break with her but now that he knew she had other friends, he didn't want to intrude.

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Alice chuckles slowly, "Like I said, we're opposites. She's useful sometimes, great with guy problems and stuff. And school dances are okay when you have someone to do your makeup." She says with a short laugh, standing and placing everything in her back before heading out of the class room. Alice waits for Fenton to catch up and smiles at him.
 
He follows her out with his backpack over one shoulder and smiles, "Ah see, I wouldn't know anything about make up, considering I am a guy. Well, I suppose I could be a drag queen, but I don't think I have the legs for it." He says, completely seriously, though it was a joke. He looks around, then puts his hands in his pockets. "You don't have to be nice to me, if you don't want me to sit with you guys at break just say so." He warns her now, raising his eyebrows.
 
Alice looks at him and smiles, "No, I insist. Jessica and her friends are harmless. But ehh, actually Jessica is harmless, the others could throw themselves at you." She says with a short laugh. She smiles sweetly, "But still I insist, plus, around here, you probably want to get yourself into the right crowd." She adds says the truth, not meaning for it to sound as bad as it did. Alice pauses thinking, "Jessica's friends have cheer practice anyway so the crowd won't be that bad." She comments before grinning and grabbing his forearm and pulling him in the direction on the cafeteria.
 
"I do not like where this is going," he mumbles under his breath, but when she grabs him again, he almost expected to have a vision again. When he didn't he sighed in relief and walked with her to the cafeteria. Maybe it only worked on skin to skin contact, considering his arm was all covered with sleeve. He decided to not even try and test it, lest he risk looking at her like a complete idiot again. When they got to the cafeteria, Fenton looked around, grimacing at the amount of people there seemed to be. He hated crowds.
 
Alice smiles and then looks at Fenton seeing his grimace, "We can always grab lunch and go sit somewhere quiet, away from everyone." She comments, her smiles becoming one of understanding. She lets her grasp relax and let's go of him completely, "The cafeteria is like a death zone anyway." She laughs, there always seemed to be someone falling over with there food or being pushed.
 
"No, no it's fine honestly. I'm not going to stop you from sitting with your friends, lets go find them." He says and smiles, gesturing for her to lead the way with one hand. The other was in his pocket, and he tried to make himself look as relaxed as possible. There was a burning sensation on his chest, almost like his pendant was burning. Something dark was here, something that could curse. Other witches? He looked around the room, his gaze settling on a guy with white hair and piercing blue eyes. He didn't look like he was capable of dark magic. Maybe his pendant was just warning him that there was someone there like him.
 
Alice grins and nods, "Okay then," she says, showing him to their usual table. Already sat at the table, Jessica and Sam. Sam is a nice enough guy, dark, almost black hair and light brown eyes. Jessica is blond, with ocean blue eyes. Alice grins at them, "Hey guys, this is Fenton, Fenton, this is Jessica and Sam." She says gesturing for him to sit down as she sat down herself.
 
Fenton smiles, then sits down next to Alice. "Sup." He says, hoping that his British accent wouldn't make him too much of an outcast, or too liked. He'd experienced at some of the other schools that American girls really liked guys with British accents. It was always kind of scary. They'd make him say all kinds of words and then tell him he was cute. He hated all that attention, he wished he could have just stayed in England.
 

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