Maybrook Prep

Iliana: "Wow, that fast. A lot of guys take much longer than that..." I glanced at Jude from the corner of my eye. I pasted on a smile, that anyone who knew me would know was fake, but Nasim wouldn't be able to tell the difference. "I guess it's just meant to be then."

Nasim: "Well... no, we really know a lot about each other. I know a lot about his family, I know all his pets.... he knows that I sang for sick people in Armenia...." But he didn't know I sang for the whole Middle Eastern side of the world

Iliana: "Good for you two, then. See you later, Nasim!"

((go to tech, go to tech, go to tech, I just got inspiration xD))

((who goes to tech? Nasim?))

FYI tomorrow I probably wont be on at all, and if I do get on It'll most likely be later in the day, soo

((Yes, Nasim))

Nasim: I shook my head, a bit frustrated. Maybe she'll be willing to change the song.... Shaking it out of my mind, I went into the tech room and sat in front of a computer, trying to get 'Baby' out of my head.

Derek: I smirked and slipped into my usual spot next to Nasim. "So, have you told your boyfriend about your little secret yet?"

Nasim: "Um." I set my jaw. "No. And I don't plan to. Why do you ask?" I quickly opened my documentary and went through it to make sure everything was in order.

Derek: I shrugged and turned back to my own computer. "Seems like something you'd tell him - you told me, after all."

Nasim: I shrugged. "You found out, I didn't tell you. I just confirmed your accusation. It'll be the same should Michael find out."

Derek: I thought of an evil plan. "Oh he will find out, I promise you that."

Nasim: I shot him a glare. "Dont even joke about that."

Derek: "Who said I was joking?" I said seriously.

Nasim: "I did..." I said through gritted teeth.

Derek: "I make my own decisions," I said a little too harshly as I changed seats to sit near Chloe.

Nasim: DAMN. I glared at his back as he walked towards Chloe. Handing in my documentary, I asked to go to the bathroom. Just to get out of class.

Iliana: I saw Nasim in the hallway, and wasn't able to avoid talking to her. "Well, you look angry..." I said, not really caring.

Nasim: "I am." I said simply. I wasn't asking her to ask me what was wrong, because then... things would get way too complicated.

Iliana: I didn't ask what was wrong, I didn't care. I did however wonder: "Who?" It was implied that I was asking who had made her mad.

Nasim: I sighed and shrugged. "Derek."

Iliana: I nodded. "On your case about choosing Michael over him?"

Nasim: "Sorta..." I said with a final tone in my voice. Meaning, dont make me go into detail.

Iliana: "Hm, well good luck with that. Derek isn't one to give up," I entered my classroom, leaving Nasim in the hallway.

Nasim: I groaned. Not one to give up? So if his mind actually was set on telling Michael, I'd have no choice but to murder him... I walked back to the tech room and sat, playing around with Photobooth