Trent Adams
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Human, Physics Teacher
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Post by Trent Adams on Feb 19, 2009 22:50:19 GMT -5
{Tag anyone in senior Physics} It had been a long time since Trent had last seen a bed, a fact that could be assessed by the largeness of his hair that lay in all sorts of directions atop his head. It bemused him, slightly, that he was even stood in the Forks physics lab at all, he didn’t remember going there. He frowned a little, trying to retrace his steps. He was in his study at home looking at the new material on super colliders, and then he had a few thoughts.
“Oh! Oh! Ooooh!” he exclaimed out loud, his large brown eyes widening with recollection. His lean hands entwined in his messy hair and he whirled around to a small board just next to the main one for the class. This was where he kept ideas that came to him during his working day, before they scattered into a thousand tangents and escaped him completely. He picked up a piece of chalk and began to write on the paper, scratching in figures and algebraic symbols in a whirling frenzy. It was only when he had finished that he realised that he couldn’t actually see the chalk on the paper and he redid it with the same level of enthusiasm, only with a black marker.
“Brilliant!” he grinned at himself and shrugged his pinstripe jacket off, slinging it over the back of his chair, which he, inevitably, never used. He had far too much energy to sit down, on a chair anyway. He looked back at his calculations, lesson plan forgotten, in fact, just lesson in general forgotten, and frown at them, trying to take it further. Okay, so he had figured out the containment issues in the omega section of the collider, factoring in resistance and allowing for pressures among other variables that could possibly counteract the flow of particles…
He jogged around his desk, pulling out a tiny I-Book, glasses and an apple – his mother had bought him an Apple Mac at a very young age and, as a way of making sure he remembered to eat, had conditioned him to eat the fruit every time he used it – it was second nature to him now. He held the apple between his teeth, pushed the sleeves of his blue shirt up, stuck the thick-framed glasses on his face and lifted the lid of the tiny laptop. It was only when his eyes caught a brief flash of movement that he moved from that position, feeding complex calculations into a public domain program that he had designed in his spare time. He looked up, a stunned expression on his face as students began filtering into the room and there he froze for a few moments, trying to disengage the advanced physics and engage every day work and social interaction.(OOC: Sorry to anyone that actually has any knowledge of physics, I'm making it all up )
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Post by Edward Cullen on Feb 20, 2009 23:27:47 GMT -5
Despite the fact that Edward had been moving at a pace which seemed almost painfully slow to him, compared to the rate at which he could have been moving, the vampire still found himself to be the first student walking into physics class that day. Edward brought his books up to his chest as he walked through the dooor and past the teacher to his seat in the room, the second last row on the right, towards the window. Edward set his books down on the desk in front of him, before moving out the chair without the usual scraping sound that careless teenagers produced dragging chairs across the floor.
Edward sat down, thinking he should have wasted a few more minutes in the hallway. Or maybe he could have snuck out and found out how many times he could lap the building (knowing he'd be moving faster than anyone could see) in the time he had left before the bell rang at the start of class. The thought made his mouth give a small hint of a half smile as lowered his head in case the teacher looked up or anyone else walked in so that they wouldnt think he was insane for being so amused by himself.
Edward opened up the notebook in front of him, getting the facade of the good student ready. He'd barely ever taken any notes in class because he didn't need them. When he did it was only out of boredom or when too many people started getting curious as to why he never took notes.
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Post by Amber Jefferson on Feb 21, 2009 22:55:08 GMT -5
Skidding through the doorway on her heels, Amber juddered to a halt, her toes acting as brakes as she surveyed the room. Thrown off-balance, she almost fell into the room, windmilling her one free arm to try and regain her centre of gravity. "Late again, my butt" she muttered to herself as she made her way past the teacher, frowning at herself for having panicked for nothing. As usual, Edward was here before her, ever punctual to the extreme, but apart from that, despite her worst fears of making a bad impression on her first day in a new class, she was the first student here.
Flashing a vague smile at Edward, she headed toward him and sat down in the spare seat next to him, leaning her bag against the table leg. Lifting her books, she moved to slam them on the desk, then thought better of it, placing them gently on the surface and leaning forward to rest her forehead on them, groaning. Rolling her head to the side, she looked at Edward.
"So, you ended up here too huh?" she asked, her tone somewhat less than her usual chipper self. "How on earth can they justify physics first thing in the morning? I can't even make toast this early!" Sitting up again, she pulled open her notebook, blushing and turning the page quickly so he wouldn't see the insane amount of doodles, lyrics, poetry lines and other miscellanea that already covered the first page. She carefully laid her pen on the page, lining it up with the top margin before leaning back in her chair and folding her arms, eyeing the teacher. At least he looked interesting, which was more than could be said for most of the teachers in the school.
Suddenly realising where she was, she cast a quick apologetic glance at Edward. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here. I wasn't sure how many people ended up in this class so I figured I might as well sit with someone I knew" she chuckled, leaning down to pull her bag closer in case she needed it. "If you'd rather, I can easily move."
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Post by Edward Cullen on Feb 25, 2009 11:30:34 GMT -5
Edward looked up as Amber came skidding into the room almost tumbling right in front of the teacher's desk. He raised an eyebrow watching her display, waving her arms around trying to get her balance. Humans were always clumsy, but Amber was like Bella in that they were both beyond the norm even for humans. They would be on two ends of the spectrum, with himself and other vampires with their grace abnormal to the normal human, and those two below even the normal level of uncoordination. How they weren't constantly falling and breaking bones was astonishing to him sometimes.
Edward gave a small smile back at Amber, watching her come over to where he was sitting. She was so odd in her ability to walk right over to him, and it wasn't even out of attraction to him. Where others would find a seat on the opposite side of the room, filling every other seat first before any him, she'd walk right to him.
He nodded when she said how he ended up here too. Having physics first thing in the morning didnt bother him at all. He was as awake now as he was at every other hour during the day, but he would have to play it off to agree with her seemingly normal concerns. "I can't either" He said to her toast remark, not bothering to mention that he wouldn't make toast at all.
"No, its fine, you can stay here, as long as Bella didn't end up with the early morning physics too" He said giving her a small smile knowing she'd understand that if his girlfriend came he'd need to sit with her. He couldnt help but think back to the previous year. He had tried to change his science class to physics to get away from sitting next to Bella, now he was wondering if he'd be able to share this class with her too, hoping to have more time with her. "I wonder how full this class will end up"
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Post by Bella Swan on Mar 4, 2009 13:09:52 GMT -5
It had been what you might call a trying morning for Bella, and she was aware of almost nothing else as she half ran toward the physics lab in a building almost directly opposite the campus to the administration buildings. Why Ms. Cope couldn’t tell her messenger the actual message was a puzzle to her. Bella had been made to leave English – a subject that she actually enjoyed – to walk five minutes in the pouring rain, to be then told that due to timetabling issues and the amount of credits she had already earned in Biology, she was to switch to Physics. Physics! Mathy science, there was no saving grace to it. Or at least that was what she had thought until she reminded herself that Edward was in that class too.
A smile graced her face as she ran now, albeit a grim one; she may have a year’s worth of insensibly incomprehendable homework in store for her, but so long as she had Edward by her side all would be fine. However, as she thrust herself through the door and tempered her pace to a walk rather than a sprint, the first sight to meet her eyes was the seat next to Edward, occupied. The class was pretty full by this point, but even so it was usually a reasonable bet that the seat directly next to Edward or Alice would be empty. Not so with Amber Jefferson, however, and though she had long since gotten over her insecure jealousy of the other girl, Bella couldn’t pretend that it didn’t still irk her.
She half-smiled unsurely at Dr. Adams – a name that Ms. Cope had furnished her with – and explained to him that she had transferred last minute from senior Biology. She handed over the ‘official’ form that the secretary had given her and turned to face the class once more. Luckily, the bench table in front of her boyfriend was devoid of students and she wandered over to it, wincing as her upper thigh connected with a desk top she was passing. Sometimes being so uncoordinated just hurt. She turned her body to face the bench behind her as she shimmied her way into her seat. As she did so she placed a small smile on her face.
“Hello, Amber,” she said quietly, before turning her complete attention to Edward. She twisted as she sat on her stool so that her back was against the wall and she extended her hand to hold his over the other bench.
“Edward,” she breathed, making the mistake of looking directly into his stunning eyes. Her cheeks flushed instantly, that familiar giddy feeling rising in her stomach and elevating her heart rate. Oh yes, he still had it, even from a distance, and he always would.
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Trent Adams
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Human, Physics Teacher
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Post by Trent Adams on Mar 10, 2009 19:41:02 GMT -5
Trent looked down at the piece of paper that the pale brunette gave him, his mind still whirling uncertainly between the stream of calculations that were rounding themselves off nicely and the steady group of students staring ahead at him. A moment later the crux of the problem resolved itself and with a bright grin he picked up the registration list, scanning it to see if the right number of students were there to fulfil it. Almost, but then the bell had rung, so he supposed anyone that arrived now would just have to be marked down as late. He slammed the lid of the tiny laptop down and threw the core away, before turning on his Converse clad heel to face the now mostly full class.
“Physics!” he announced, his brain warming up, sifting through volumes of information before reaching the lesson plan for the introductory class. Boring, he assessed almost before he had even finished recalling what he was supposed to be teaching them. “Physics, physicsy, physic, physics…” he glanced out across the room, pushing his thick framed glasses up his lengthy nose, a grin jutting his chin out. “Hope you’re getting all this down.”
He turned towards the board once more, lifted up a stubby piece of chalk and began to make it fly over the blackboard, throwing up the equations as if they had been working on them for a month or more:
v = u + at v2 = u2 + 2as s = ut + 1/2 at2 Average velocity = (v + u)/2 As he did so his mind wondered from one-dimensional theory, through to two, three, hypothetical fourth, around a corner to string theory and steamrollered back to his own work on super colliders. Although it only took him just over a minute to scribble down the equations in his untidy scrawl, his mind worked at a breakneck pace, never stopping on one thought for long enough to allow it to crystallise and take root. He swirled back around to his rapt class, not noticing the varying looks of fear and apprehension on their faces as his brown eyes excitedly surveyed them. “So, who can tell me what kind of motion this describes?”
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Post by Amber Jefferson on Mar 11, 2009 15:50:24 GMT -5
“No problem” Amber said warmly, smiling at Edward. It was sweet the way Bella and Edward always sat together and though it meant moving, she was more than happy to do so for Bella. She didn’t know her well but she knew that Edward loved her and that was more than enough reason for Amber to like her. “I hope it’s very full, I’ve never been good at this class, last thing I need is to have to answer questions on it. Ugh! Why on earth would I take this? It’s all your fault, making me think about medicine” she grinned, remembering when they had first met, how he had told her a career in medicine might not be out of reach for her. She had taken the advice to heart, much to the detriment of her schedule, and quite possibly her sanity. Looking up, she saw Bella walk in and quickly closed her book, ready to move should they want her to. There weren’t many seats available, but she was sure that she could find somewhere if necessary.
Smiling, she nodded to Bella as the girl greeted her, turning to look at the front of the class, chuckling slightly at the enthusiasm of the teacher. It took a strong person to find physics that entertaining, that or an insane one, and it made her wonder which he was. The chuckle quickly died as her face fell in horror when he began writing on the board. Gibberish was an understatement. He might as well have been writing Aramaic backwards in the Russian alphabet for all she understood it, though even that might be easier, she’d learned a few words in both languages from a couple of over-zealous teachers in the past. This was just... She gave a tiny mock sob as her head rapidly made contact, as quietly as she could manage, with her book. He had to be kidding. The first day and already she was more lost than the first time she’d run away from home.
Sliding her head up so it was resting on her chin, she stared at the board as he spoke, raising an eyebrow. An elephant riding a motorcycle? I know, it’s a monkey slipping on a banana peel, or maybe it’s a salmon doing the hula! No, no, if v equals u plus at, and yadda yadda, how the hell should I know!? she thought to herself, wondering how on earth he could possibly think they could know that. I’m doomed...doomed with a capital ‘oh crap’.
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Post by Edward Cullen on May 7, 2009 16:59:59 GMT -5
Edward chuckled lightly as Amber blamed him for being her reason for taking this class which she was obviously dreading. With her work at the hospital and her compassion he thought medicine seemed a natural fit for her. Unfortunately it did mean sciences. “Its not that bad…”
Edward’s attention moved towards the doorway to the classroom as his brain picked out the familiar scent of Bella as she entered the classroom. He smiled despite the increased thirst and venom seeping in his throat. It had become a very welcome sensation to him, because of its association with the woman he loved. He didn’t care how physically uncomfortable it could be being near her, he knew being apart from her was emotionally unbearable, so he welcomed the venom.
Edward’s face turned to alarm when he saw her wince, looking down to wear her thigh had hit the desk. He knew it was just a bump but he hated seeing any sort of pain cross Bella’s face. As Bella turned around she extended her hand to him and he immediately reached across taking hers in his own. He could feel the stark contrast of her warm skin and knew he’d be chilling hers slightly. She was the only human he ever felt comfortable letting his skin touch. “Bella” He said her name with a smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes as he looked upon her as the most beautiful creature on earth. The flush in her cheeks after their eye contact made his smile turn to a smirk, it was a feature he loved on her.
Edward looked up as the teacher began speaking, at first just repeating the name of the course several times. Reluctantly Edward let go of Bella’s hand. While he knew everything the teacher would have said and didn’t need to take notes (But would to keep up appearances) she might night her hand to take notes to actually learn the information. Edward picked up his pen and began copying down the equations. Halfway through his mind was already advancing to equations that he knew would logically follow, and rearranging them to amuse his active brain. Edward smiled as he picked up the thoughts of the teacher, who’s brain was also wandering from different theories. His knowledge of the subject impressed Edward. He also picked up the thoughts coming from Amber beside him. He put a hand up in front of his face as if he was scratching his forehead to hide the amusement on his face from the images she had been concocting in her brain to try to make sense of the physics.
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Trent Adams
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Human, Physics Teacher
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Post by Trent Adams on May 15, 2009 20:57:30 GMT -5
With wide brown eyes and incredibly high eyebrows, Dr. Adams surveyed his class, a little disappointed at the lack of volunteers to give the answer to his question. Disappointed, but not surprised, given similar lackadaisical responses to the rest of the classes he had taken over the years and the reports from other Forks High teachers. Unless… he did sometimes accidentally start the lesson at the end rather than progressing through the introduction of concepts.
“Hmm…” he rounded the table, pushing his tortoise shell glasses back up his nose, and perched on the edge of his desk. He took another apple from his satchel bag, and began to toss it lightly from one hand to another. He knew that he had to engage them, but keeping his mind tied to the lesson plan when he was on the cusp of… something… was really quite difficult. After a moment or two’s thought he looked back up at the class. “Where was I? String theory, no! Apple, no! Motion! Ooh!”
Without a more than a split second’s thought, he raising his arm and sent the fruit flying towards the back corner of the room at random. No doubt he could get fired for doing such a thing, but it was one of the few things he didn’t think about – though he was now wondering if he remembered to turn down the thermostat in his humidity experiment. He did, it was fine. He grinned back up at his class with this realisation. “So, what kind of motion was that? One-dimensional, two, three?”
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Post by Amber Jefferson on May 17, 2009 19:58:41 GMT -5
Amber was still in a virtual daze as she watched Dr. Adams going through the equations on the board, trying to figure out if she had somehow joined the wrong class, or perhaps had missed out on some kind of introductory course the year before. It was all so confusing and yet somewhere in her mind she knew that if she could just latch onto the method of thinking he was using, she could likely somehow muddle her way through the course. Surely it had to make sense in some language, even if it wasn’t necessarily high school English. Drawing her eyebrows together in a frown, she pulled her concentration back to the task at hand, trying to figure out the equation the teacher had written on the board. She felt slightly sorry for the poor man who was so intensely passionate about his subject and was being faced with a room full of expressions likely as blank as hers had been a moment ago.
Sitting up, she leaned back in her chair, staring intently at the board and watching absently out of the corner of her eye as he rounded his desk and took something from his bag, vaguely absorbing his words as he rambled about strings and apples. If only she could figure out what one of those letters meant, she could use some kind of trial and error or guesswork to figure out the rest and then...
Suddenly she saw a sharp movement from the direction of the teacher’s desk and a small dot moving rapidly toward the corner of the room where she and her friends were seated. She barely had time to register the motion before she saw Bella ducking out of the way and heard a loud ‘thunk’ as the missile connected with the back of the other girl’s chair before ricocheting towards her at an alarming speed. Amber had just begun to raise her hands when the projectile her mind had a split second to recognise as an apple reached her, rebounding painfully off her forehead before landing on her desk with a subtle bounce, coming to rest on her notebook.
Her hands continued their journey upwards, considerably slower than they had originally been moving, rubbing her forehead carefully as her eyes began to water at the pain that was spreading across the front of her skull from the point of impact. The sudden example had brought home exactly what Dr. Adams had been trying to explain and she found herself picking up the apple, throwing it back toward him with a faint smile as she gave her own demonstration of the physics he had been explaining. “Is it three dimensional, since there’s spin on the apple, gravity’s causing the trajectory to arc in the air and my arm caused forward momentum?” she asked, raising her voice loud enough for the teacher to hear and hoping she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself by giving the wrong answer in the middle of fighting back tears. That would be the ultimate embarrassment and she steeled herself, ready to bolt from the classroom if the need arose.
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Post by Bella Swan on May 22, 2009 19:56:20 GMT -5
Catching the dip of Edward’s eye line as she hit her thigh off the bench, Bella looked over to him and cast him a sheepish smile. It melted her heart that he still concerned himself with the many, many little knocks and scrapes that she managed to get herself into on a daily basis, but it was still a cause of embarrassment for her. As if on cue, her translucently pale cheeks flushed with a light red colour; she didn’t enjoy that every bump she got reminded her just how different and fragile she was compared to her beloved Edward. She couldn’t wait until she got her way and became one of his kind.
Sometimes all she needed from Edward was to hold his hand, and as she sat facing the wrong way in the classroom, with her warm hand encompassed in the ice-coolness that she, exclusively, was allowed to touch, she knew today, this lesson, was one of those. As she looked up into his golden eyes, Bella could feel herself getting lost and she vaguely wondered if she would ever get used to the power in them. It was all she could do to keep her groan at a level where only the vampire in the room would hear her when the teacher began what she supposed could loosely be called ‘the lesson’.
Giving Edward’s cool hand a final squeeze, she reluctantly let go of it and turned to face the teacher, her face soon scrunching up into a frown as he asked about the unintelligible equations that he put up on the board. It was at this moment that she wished that she was sat next to her boyfriend, with his handy ability to read the teacher’s mind – not that he had ever really let her cheat in that way. She dipped her head, anyway, to take down the equations in case they were explained later in the lesson, only raising her head again when she heard the odd collection of words that the skinny teacher had come up with.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, under her breath, as she saw the streak of the apple’s motion directly towards her. Her heart leapt in to her mouth, quite ridiculously considering it could do no damage to her, and before she could think of anything else to do, she threw herself away from the object. A second or so later, her head clunked into the wall with enough force to send tears to her eyes and a beet-red blush to her cheeks.
“Ow,” she muttered, rubbing at the top of her head with her hand and cowering down closer to her desk to escape any undue attention that had come her way.
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Trent Adams
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Post by Trent Adams on Jun 24, 2009 18:20:09 GMT -5
Completely oblivious to the fact that he had just caused two of his students to hurt themselves, Trent grinned at Amber’s answer, his entire face lighting up like a Christmas tree. There it was, the engagement that brought the kids into the right line of thought, into real life concepts rather than abstract equations (even if over half of his personal work was considered to be abstract at this point). Perhaps the quick example had only helped a small percentage of the students in the room, but at least it had helped at least this one and Trent did so love to make the somewhat scary concept of physics accessible to all he could.
“Brilliant!” he announced with no shortage of enthusiasm as the pitch of his voice shot up and squeaked out of his throat. Oh that was something had been mocked for during his teenage years, his propensity to go up several octaves when he was excited, but he had never really noticed, to be honest – he was always too interested in something bigger than the bullies of his past. “You’re…” he paused, his mind going through his prior social interactions with the class to the most minute detail to see if he had heard her name before. He twisted his lips a little to the side and jumped up from the edge of the desk. “Sorry, what’s your name? I don’t know you yet do I? – but yes, you are right.”
He took a deep breath, ready to fire out the full explanation for those that he knew relied on memorising detailed notes rather than grasping full concepts. However, before he could continue the class was interrupted by a latecomer. A small frown wrinkled his brow, sending his thick eyebrows into high arcs as he didn’t appreciate disruptions (except when he caused them himself – evidently). However, when he cast hi hazel eyes over the note from the secretaries he realised that it wasn’t Hannah’s fault that she was late. He smiled and nodded at her in welcome. “Thank you Hannah, take a seat, we’re just getting to the good bit.”
Without waiting for the new girl to get settled, he carried on, his expansive mind already becoming distracted by greater problems. The theories of motion interweaved each other in his head as he knew them well enough not to have to dedicate whole single thoughts to them. His dark eyes surveyed the room and he opened his mouth in preparation to speak. “So yes, motion and apples. Apples are brilliant… they prove so much… Anyway! Yes. Precisely right: gravity, air resistance, thrust all create a new dimension of movement. Almost everything that moves in the Earth’s atmosphere requires all three to exert enough force to move – it is extremely difficult to get perfect one-dimensional motion without creating lab conditions. Anyone want to hazard a guess about what one-dimensional motion entails?” He looked out over his class, a happy smile lighting up his features and highlighting the good-natured creases around his eyes.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Jun 25, 2009 21:37:45 GMT -5
As the lecture started Edward wasn’t fully paying attention to what the teacher was saying. He had taken physics several times already. He knew the lectures well enough that he could be teaching them. Instead he watched Bella. Just the small things, the rhythm of her breathing, and the small shifts of her weight in her seat. He loved it all.
He hadn’t been paying enough attention to the class to realize that an apply was being thrown at Bella’s head. As she moved out of the way, he saw her head collide with the wall and started to get up but had to force himself to sit back down, knowing he couldn’t be the protective boyfriend in physics class. This was all Dr. Adams fault. Why would he throw the object at his students? What was he trying to prove? Edward knew he wouldn’t have tried such a stupid move if he knew the danger it put himself in with Edward in the room.
Edward let out a breath of air he had been holding which came out as a low growl that he wasn’t sure if Bella or his neighbor would be able to hear. It was then that he looked over and realized the ricochet of the apple had also hurt his friend, Amber. One of the few humans who didn’t think he was a freak.
Edward’s fingers were clawing at the edge of the desk in front of him. Bella was hurt because of this teacher’s carelessness. And yet the man didn’t even seem to notice what he had done! He was outraged and wanted to rip the man a new one. Or at least to whack him on the head for having caused Bella head pain. His poor Bella, poor innocent Bella. Edward’s stare turned icy and cold. He listened as the oblivious teacher went on with the lecture as if nothing had happened.
He asked a question of the class. One which though Edward knew before it was even asked, he normally would have ignored to stay under the radar unless called on. But he was peeved. He didn’t want to control his voice the way he was controlling his body from physically reacting right now. He didn’t raise his hand or wait to be called on but merely stated the answered in an annoyed fashion. “A vaccuum. No air resistance, no gravity”
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Post by Trent Adams on Jul 12, 2009 17:30:21 GMT -5
True to form, the tone of Edward’s answer didn’t make an impression on Trent, not even in the furthest reaches of his thought processes. This was something that his parents had found most frustrating when he was a child, his lack of intuition when it came to recognising others’ emotions if he wasn’t focusing on social interaction. Just then his thoughts were about seventy percent concerned with the lesson at the moment, and the rest were whirring dizzily around the several projects he had at home and in the school. Science really was his life; he had little contact with people outside of that beyond a few much appreciated lunches with Sherri.
“Brilliant!” he announced, once more; a word that he used often, but only when he was truly impressed by the answer. A large, disproportionate grin appeared on his face, exposing his long, white teeth. “Yes, the only way you can have a perfectly one dimensional movement is if there is nothing else there to affect the projectile. So as…” he trailed off, one of his eyebrows rose in a high, questioning arc. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch your name there?”
At that moment Trent’s eye at last met Edward’s with a clear social intention in mind and he suddenly registered the angered glare. It was, in essence, a glare that he faced most days when he was speaking about his passion, one that usually didn’t faze him. But this look, from this boy… it was something else. A chill ran straight down his long spine and the bright grin began to fade, and, most unusually for him, all his whizzing and whirling, ceaseless thoughts stopped dead and focused on the boy a few feet away from him. Not understanding the sudden prey-like flight reaction, he turned with a squeak on his sneakered heel and began to add the variables in square brackets around the equation, illustrating where they would be involved in the working.
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Post by Bella Swan on Jul 12, 2009 17:31:22 GMT -5
For a good few, long moments Bella kept her head low on the table, until she was satisfied that anyone who had seen her head butt the wall had their attention elsewhere. The initial pain that had blossomed as her skull had made contact with the wall had faded now to a barely noticeable niggle. She raised her hand to the side of her head and pressed it tentatively. She winced a little, bruised, no doubt, but at least it was under her hair.
She glanced up then, hearing the teacher shouting ‘brilliant’ to their corner of the classroom and it was only then that she realised that she had completely missed the explanation. She looked down at the appalling amount of blank space around the unintelligible equation in the book. This class was a bad idea, it was worse than maths – at least Mrs. Glenkinchie didn’t throw projectiles around to illustrate her point. She sighed softly to herself (though no doubt Edward would have been able to hear it) and began to fiddle nervously at the edge of her desk. If she could get her marks up in Calc then she could do it in this too, barring flying fruit.
Bella herself didn’t hear the low growl that had erupted from her boyfriend at the incident and although she wanted to turn around to reassure him that she was alright, she didn’t want to do so when the teacher’s attention was trained on their corner. However, when she heard Edward’s voice respond to Trent’s question, she couldn’t stop herself from twisting slightly. Edward never volunteered answers in class, in any class, and by the sound of it he was angry. She bit her lip, feeling a little guilty for her clumsiness causing that.
Once the answer of the question was given, Bella tossed the curtain of her dark hair over her shoulder so that she could half see her boyfriend. There was still a slight tinge of pink colouring her pale cheeks, but she otherwise looked fine, just a slight tweak of the brow showing her concern intended for Edward. As the teacher turned back to the board to factor in the new variables that Edward had given, Bella took the opportunity to turn briefly and flash him a small smile. She reached over, the blush heightening a little, aware that Amber was very close, and grasped at his hand before glancing back at the gangly teacher.
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