witty thread title here (Chadwick)

[caroline]

Bella was bored, she had just came back from a grueling ballet class and no energy to do her almost finished homework. She decied to go for walk around the school and find a quiet place and get lost in her jane austen novel.

You could tell she had just came back from ballet. Her hair was still in it's tight bun. Plus you could see her tights and leotard under her clothes. She knew she didnt look her best, but hey she was tired and all she wanted to do was sit down and relax into a book.

She walked towards her favorite spot in the court yard and sat down. It was scecluded enough that it was quiet enough yet it wasn't far from other people so she didnt feel alone. She loved this spot, which she knew sounded werid. But it was her favorite spot in the world. She went here to think, read, do homework, eat. Although she never took her freinds to this spot in fear of one of them stealing it or somthing.

She took out her book pride and prejudice and got engrossed in it quickly she loved that book it was a classic, and one of her favorites she could read it over and over again if she wanted too.

It was the perfect day for read. It wasn't too sunny just enough to warm up the earth, the wind was non existant and it was mid after noon quiet everyone was off eating lunch or doing last minute homework.

She was so engrossed in her book that she hadn't even noticed that someone had walked up to her until he was blocking the sunlight. she looked up from her book and said quickly "Uh hi there" trying to figure out who it was

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[james]

He had been doing the total opposite of her, all day. Rather than losing himself in something he loved, Chadwick had spent the entire day worrying. It was what he did more often than not, nowadays; he worried about everything; his grades, his inheritance, his family (or lack there of) his friends... and more often than not, the grumpy teenage boy found himself thinking about the woman he needed to love him. More and more he found himself picturing the ideal - and the worst case scenario - and more and more he found himself worrying. There had to be a correlation, but he was just too stubborn to admit he was worried.

But his worry had led him down a strange path. The women he used to sleep with regularly were now pushed away in favour of his own excellent company. He was becoming something of a recluse, and only left the confines of the castle infrequently. When he did leave, though, he always went to the same place; the courtyards. More specifically, there was a spot in the courtyards that he preferred - a spot that was secluded but not lonely - a place that he had gone in former years to smoke, and a place he still partook in the habit, detrimental as it was.

And so, walking out to the spot with a pack of Marlboroughs in his hand, he tapped the pack on the heel of his palm before pulling out his lighter. He hadn't gotten a chance to light it before starting the problem, though; a girl, sat in his spot, reading a book.

Immediately annoyed, he moved towards her with a strange amount of grace for a man his size, and, towering over her and leaving her in shade, he nearly lost his temper when she spoke. Instead, in a deadly calm voice, he responded; "That's my spot"