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As always, Marloe arrived in class a good five minutes late. He always did this, taking the long route around the school specificly so he could be the last in. This had been a record that had been kept all through the year, and why not? The teachers eventually just got used to it, it wasn't like he'd miss much and so it didn't really matter to them. That's not to say that it hadn't at first, but like they say, everything gets better with time. Marloe entered the room and immediately headed to his seat at the back. He found it almost amusing that people were so used to his lateness that only a few of them looked up at him, the others completely unconcerned or uninterested. At this point this even applied to the teacher, a fat, bald man named Dr. Harvey. Funny. Marloe had always thought of Dr's as people who studied science or medicine, but apparently even English teachers could be doctors. That, or Harvey just gave it all up and came to this shithole. Regardless, he sat down at the back of class, in the furthest corner next to the window, as he always did. Marloe noticed some people giving him dirty looks, but simply ignored them. Most were indifferent, but it was certain that none of them looked at him as if he was some great part of the system. Marloe was, simply, nothing here.

Adjusting himself in his seat, Marloe slouched backwards and turned his head to stare out of the window, before turning his head again to look at Leah. She was sat in her seat, as always, not too far from him. Before today, he had avoided looking in her direction just in case she noticed him and made it a scene. Marloe knew that Leah wouldn't appriciate him looking at her, and the last thing he needed was to be pointed out and have everyone think he was even more weird that what they did already. His persona alone gave him a relatively, "Avoid that guy" air, making popularity an almost impossible venture. In any case, Marloe was going to fulfill his objective, and so he figured that he should probably make a start. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to make a start with talking to Leah, other than to avoid her given name. Miss Fields... Easy enough to remember. Marloe would need something to break the ice, staring on at Leah as he thought about it. Then he had an idea, taking out his well organised sketck book and flipping it to a new page. Marloe kept his own collection of pencils and pens with him, knowing that only the best tools could create the best work. He didn't take his art lightly, and always did what he could to hone his skill. Marloe pulled a pencil from his pocket, and looked down at the blank sheet before him. Dr. Harvey was talking to the class, but he wasn't listening, focusing, anything other than drawing his newest masterpiece. Marloe looked up at Leah quite a few times, staring and then going back to his drawing, leaving nothing out of place. He could have sworn she had seen him eyeing her up a few times, but carried on with his drawing anyway. After an hour, he was done, his drawing was finished, and his plan was set.