Surprisingly, Jonathan had arrived about a minute or so before most of the other students, and so quite a few seats were left available. He took a seat more towards the back of the classroom, so as not to be surrounded by annoying sounds of chattering teenagers. However, before he'd even had the chance to sit, he noticed that Junix was hurrying towards him, causing a small but visible smile to form on his lips. "Hello again," she greeted. He replied with a hello of his own before smiling briefly and taking a seat.
Marcus caught his attention, but his smile wasn't returned, instead he was given a rudely brief nod and then nothing. His smile shifted into a dark frown, all signs of amusement or just plain happiness being wiped from his grey-blue eyes. His jaw tensed without him realising as he leaned down and rested his forehead against his forearms, which were both pressed against the soft wood of the desk. He could feel the slight energy of Marcus' powers being focussed mainly on him, which caused him to look up briefly, his hard expression not changing for a second.
The sounds of laughter broke him from his near-slumber, and he looked up to see Junix sat on top of her desk, which even he knew was a bit over-the-top. He listened very closely as the teacher questioned her, but decided not to speak up. It probably wouldn't be best if he risked his position at the school and not being able to be around Brooklyn for a large majority of the day over some Fae girl that he barely knew or had any sort of business with. Marcus then decided to speak up and when the situation had died down a little, he lifted his head, seeing that Marcus had offered his jacket to the young lady.
"I wish to be excused," he spoke up, glancing briefly at Marcus before quickly glaring back at the teacher. He heard a few chuckles around the classroom, and he was fully aware that most teenagers didn't speak so formally but he honestly couldn't be bothered to dumb down his language purely to make them feel more comfortable with him. If they didn't like it, then it was just tough shit for them. "For what reason?" the teacher questioned, raising a thin brow. "You might say that I am feeling unwell," he replied, trying his best not to flip out and break the neck of the boy beside him who had continued to chuckle. "Very well. Run along the Medical Room and report back here immediately afterwards."
Without so much as another word, Jonathan stood from his desk and quickly made his way out of the classroom. He couldn't quite describe or explain how he felt around the two. At first he thought he would get used to the idea of forming friendly relationships with other people, but it seemed he was becoming a little too overwhelmed, especially around the females which he assumed was just one of the side effects of being a male teenager.
"You could have just said you didn't want to go," Tanya said with a strange humour in her voice, which caused Slade to stop the gentle kisses and lift his head away from her neck so that his deep chocolate eyes found hers. "I probably would have," he replied, his gaze travelling down to her perfectly sculpted lips. "But this approach seemed a lot more interesting." He leaned in for a second time but headed straight for her lips. They lingered on hers for a moment before he broke from her hold and stood himself up, straightening out his outfit.
"Cereal," he growled hungrily as he hurried into the kitchen searched through each cupboard until he came across a box of Crunchy Nut cereal. He poured himself a fairly large bowl and sat on the kitchen counter as he devoured the entire lot in less than a minute. It was strange that he found himself hungry all the time, partially because he was always so skinny but also because not many members of his family were required to eat on a daily basis. He figured he was just different in his own weird way. In a sense, he felt bad for them; they were missing out on the best cereal of all time.
Dahvie had spent quite some time in the shower and found himself enjoying the warm water that was beating down on his skin. He ran his hands through his blonde hair which was soaked with water and scraped it all out of his forehead so that he could actually see. He had noticed that the tips of his fingers had become fairly shrivelled, which of course snapped him back to reality and made him realise that he'd been in the shower for way too long.
As he poked his arm out of the shower door and felt around for a towel, he managed to catch onto a thought that Symone had projected from inside the bedroom. 'Mind if I join you, Fiancé?' He smiled brightly as he heard the cheeky sound to her voice and shook his head as his gaze travelled to the bathroom door.
'Come on in,' he projected back to her. He had his back turned to the door so that his front was now being pelted by hot water. 'You'd better not enter this bathroom with your clothes on though, or I will be forced to remove them myself.'
Alex lay with his wife, their bodies close as they held each other under the tangled bed sheets. He allowed himself to stare down at her intently. It was at moments like this when he was most reminded of their youth, more so when they'd first gotten together. Honestly, it all seemed quite a bit more exciting back then, in the sense that it was new and very unexpected.
He'd been convinced that he was crazy about Belle, but soon came to realise that he actually loved Erieda and would sooner have spent his life with her than anyone else in the world, although their relationship wasn't all sunshine and rainbows; there had been several occasions when Alex had blown his cool and had used violence against Erieda, which of course in time he came to greatly regret.
"Do you reckon anything has happened yet?" he asked, uncharacteristically hopeful that their third child had now been created, although he knew deep down that it was a long shot, as they'd slept together many times since Sym and Slade's birth and nothing had ever happened. This caused him to think that perhaps they'd only been given one chance and weren't necessarily going to get another chance at raising a child. It was a horrible thought, but for some reason he wasn't able to get it out of his mind.
"Never mind," he sighed, "I'm not sure if I want to know yet." He took another deep breath.