Dex fortunately missed the sight of Ava's form blurring behind her as he only glanced back once they'd gotten to class and were safely inside so that they wouldn't be counted tardy. Normally, he would have gone for a seat near the front of the class. Dex enjoyed the actual learning part of going to school even if the social aspect had sucked. But right now he wanted to maybe get the chance to keep talking to Ava and he couldn't do that if they were right in front of the teacher.
So he took a seat in the back and was delighted when Ava sat in the one next to him one row over. He smiled a little at the fact she wanted to stay close to him too. He pulled out the binder where he kept all the assignments, the notebook he diligently took down all the notes in, and a pouch he kept all pens, pencils, and highlighters in. He would have been more upset over his set-up having been a source of mockery quite a few times for the other students to engage in if having it all so thoroughly organized hadn't been allowing him to easily complete all the assignments. After he was done pulling everything out, he snuck another shy look over in Ava's direction.
She can tell he's well prepared for the class, with organized supplies and all his assignments. All Ava has is a book, luckily the assigned standard between each class, a notebook, and a pencil that... is worn down quite a bit. She doesn't want to risk getting up to sharpen it and bringing attention to herself, though. The teacher begins the lesson without so much looking her way, and she gives a small sigh of relief, a tiny smile toward Dex before she starts going through the motion of taking notes. She's certainly paying far more attention to him, though, and her notes start turning into writing out something to him...
do you want to study in the library together during lunch?
Ripping it from the notebook is the tricky part, waiting until everyone is turning to the next page from the textbook to hide the sound amongst rustling pages.
And then she folds it, smaller, like she's watched girls do in her other classes, slipping it over quietly.
Normally, it was easy for Dex to focus on the teacher and what she was saying. But right now, it was a bit of a struggle with Ava right next to him. He was distracted in a way he'd never really felt before, something that was so curious he made a mental note of it to discuss with his mom during their next session.
He watched as Ava wrote him a note and slipped it towards him. Dex peeled it open and peered at the writing. He took his own pen and scribbled out a response in his neat handwriting. Yeah. I'd like that. Then he passed it back over towards Ava again when he was sure the teacher wasn't looking.
There's a little rush of excitement, passing notes back and forth, the nervousness of unfolding it both to keep it properly hidden and to see the written answer she was hoping for. Ava clutches the paper, smiling...
And then the door to the classroom swings open. The teacher stops writing on the board, all the students turn their heads to observe the man in the suit in the doorway, looking a bit out of place in a school. Even when not actively trying to look like an agent, Ava always recognizes them on sight. She slinks down in her seat, knowing she can't flicker invisible as much as she'd like to right now.
"May I help you?" the teacher asks.
Though she's mostly ignored. "Ms. Starr," and then the students look around in confusion, who is that? But his gaze remains pointed right at her. "Your father," and oh how she winces at that. Knows it's part of her cover story, having parents, "is on the phone. Come down to the office." Ava gives Dex a very apologetic look, scrambling to grab her things as students whisper. Who is that girl? She knows she's in trouble, and delaying won't do her any good to get out of it.
'Lunch,' she silently mouths at Dex, hopeful he'll still want to meet her then.
Dex was disappointed when he saw that Ava was leaving. He watched her walk out the door and then it closed behind her. For a few minutes, the students continued to whisper about her. Dex didn't really pay much attention to what they were saying. High school gossip didn't interest him nearly half as much as Ava herself did. The rest of the lesson just flew right on by because he couldn't pay any attention to it, and for once, his notes were less than thorough.
For lunch, Dex had been eating in the library for the past week, not willing to subject himself to eating lunch alone at one of the tables in the cafeteria, and make it fully clear how much of a pariah he was without any friends to talk to. He went to his usual spot in the library once it and started eating slowly, casting glances around hoping that he'd see Ava again.
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So he took a seat in the back and was delighted when Ava sat in the one next to him one row over. He smiled a little at the fact she wanted to stay close to him too. He pulled out the binder where he kept all the assignments, the notebook he diligently took down all the notes in, and a pouch he kept all pens, pencils, and highlighters in. He would have been more upset over his set-up having been a source of mockery quite a few times for the other students to engage in if having it all so thoroughly organized hadn't been allowing him to easily complete all the assignments. After he was done pulling everything out, he snuck another shy look over in Ava's direction.
no subject
do you want to study in the library together during lunch?
Ripping it from the notebook is the tricky part, waiting until everyone is turning to the next page from the textbook to hide the sound amongst rustling pages.
And then she folds it, smaller, like she's watched girls do in her other classes, slipping it over quietly.
no subject
He watched as Ava wrote him a note and slipped it towards him. Dex peeled it open and peered at the writing. He took his own pen and scribbled out a response in his neat handwriting. Yeah. I'd like that. Then he passed it back over towards Ava again when he was sure the teacher wasn't looking.
no subject
And then the door to the classroom swings open. The teacher stops writing on the board, all the students turn their heads to observe the man in the suit in the doorway, looking a bit out of place in a school. Even when not actively trying to look like an agent, Ava always recognizes them on sight. She slinks down in her seat, knowing she can't flicker invisible as much as she'd like to right now.
"May I help you?" the teacher asks.
Though she's mostly ignored. "Ms. Starr," and then the students look around in confusion, who is that? But his gaze remains pointed right at her. "Your father," and oh how she winces at that. Knows it's part of her cover story, having parents, "is on the phone. Come down to the office." Ava gives Dex a very apologetic look, scrambling to grab her things as students whisper. Who is that girl? She knows she's in trouble, and delaying won't do her any good to get out of it.
'Lunch,' she silently mouths at Dex, hopeful he'll still want to meet her then.
no subject
For lunch, Dex had been eating in the library for the past week, not willing to subject himself to eating lunch alone at one of the tables in the cafeteria, and make it fully clear how much of a pariah he was without any friends to talk to. He went to his usual spot in the library once it and started eating slowly, casting glances around hoping that he'd see Ava again.