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Celine twirled a strand of hair around a slender finger while staring at the teacher, feigning interest in what he had to say. While he mouthed off about something that would be on the next exam, she was unfazed compared to the rest of her student body who whined and nagged about the topic being too hard. A small smirk formed from the girl's pink lips as she was more than prepared for any exams Cypress had to throw at her. Frankly, she was confident and bored. I thought this school would prove to be a real challenge but the only challenge I've had to deal with thus far, is living with a perverted geek. The school bell rang, much to everyone's delight as her peers rushed to exit the classroom. Celine however, took her sweet time picking up her books from the desk and pushing in her seat as she contemplated on the tasks she had to get done today. Hm... I should finish sewing up the gowns for the drama club and...

She left the room, flicking her hair over her shoulder and ignoring the stares received as she walked down the hallway. Although she had grown accustomed to having a white rose for an eye, it was too out of the ordinary for her fellow classmates to ignore. Pulling out her cellphone from her uniform pocket, she rang her only acquaintance in this foreign country on a whim when she reached her locker. Just because she didn't necessarily like him, didn't mean she wouldn't bother him. Admittedly, there was a thrill in doing so every time. Celine was also well aware that keeping to herself 24/7 was sure to drive her insane. She couldn't just bother and annoy herself could she?

As soon as the line picked up, she spoke first not willing to wait for the standard greeting. "How many times do I have to tell you to keep out of my underwear drawer?" she randomly blurted out. There was absolutely no meaning whatsoever behind her words. She wasn't even suspicious that he had been rummaging through her things in the first place. "I'm an A-cup if you must know.. for goodness sake. Sorry to disappoint you, Michael." Regardless of what he replied with, she carried on in her attempt to make him uncomfortable. "Oh, what did you say? You like girls with small chests? I'm not interested. There's just no such thing as girls interested in small d-"

Before she could finish what she was about to say, a hand wrapped around her mouth by the class president who had snuck up from behind. The class president told everyone else to carry on after Celine's interesting cellphone conversation earned the attention of those around her. While Celine did not care about her reputation or Michael's, the class president did. She was one of those nosey type of people who were reassured they could help anyone, even Celine. Celine bit the girl's hand without warning, not appreciating the intervention. "Ow! You should take more care in your private conversations you know." Celine gave the girl a backhanded wave no longer interested in her locker, wandering off and placing the phone against her ear again. "So anyway..."