Mathematical Uncertainty [(Cloe)]

[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson nodded his head to the beat of the Red Hot Chili Peppers as he turned left down a slightly wider corridor. His destination was a classroom on the other side of the school, specifically in the Mathematics department. Tyson smirked as he remembered that his math’s class was filled mostly with sports jocks and future runway models, if he got board of the unchallenging math problems he could always just stare at a few of them for no other reason than to pass the time. He shook his head, despite how his parents frowned upon his slack attitude towards mathematics, they couldn’t argue with the grades he had been getting over the years with minimal work. Music was Tyson’s passion but he had always been naturally talented with Math but he never saw to take advantage of it.

He turned right down a particularly busy corridor, it was coming to the end of lunch and everyone was busy collecting things from lockers for their next lesson. Tyson didn’t use a locker personally, mainly because he wanted to avoid all the hustle and bustle but also because he liked being able to make a quick getaway at then end of school without having to spend time fighting the crowds to get to his locker. The thought of storage tripped his mind to try to remember where he had put his guitar this morning, he guessed the store room in the music department, but he was half asleep at the time, it could be in a nearby broom cupboard for all he knew!

He sighed as he took a left into the large math’s classroom, seeing that it was already half full surprised Tyson, he glanced at his watch to see if he was late but he still had five minutes to spare. Sports and cheerleading practice ended early? He mused as he walked around the back of the classroom. Spotting the teacher sitting at the front desk with a textbook in front of him made Tyson smirked, no doubt he was trying to relearn the mathematics he was about to teach his students. He then eyed up the classroom for any good seats, preferably towards the back. Unfortunately all the Coladas had stolen those seats but he wasn’t really that bothered. He switched off his ipod and unplugged his headphones from his ears before taking a seat in front of someone, he hadn’t checked who. He now found himself wondering if their was any homework that needed to be handed in for today, he turned around to ask the person behind him; “Hey, any homework in for today?”

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Words: 456
Outfit: HERE
Status: Completed
Notes: Reserved for Cloe Anne Reed

[Cloe Anne Reed]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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Cloe was not very happy right now. The damn cross country team was using the track for their practice and the girls basketball team was using the gym. There was no other place the cheerleading squad could practice. They needed to work on their halftime dance before the game tomorrow night. They had it down almost perfectly, but there was just a few more kinks they needed working out.

Cloe sat at her desk tapping her pen on her books. She definitely did not want to be in class right now. The last thing she needed was some lecture about math. Cloe's best subject was math, she got everything they did. Some things were a bit tough and she needed help, but thats what her tutor was for. The class was loud and talkative, but the teacher didnt seem to mind. This teacher was cool like that, he'd start class when the class felt like it.

Just then someone sat in front of Cloe. She didn't catch who it was. All she knew it was a male. Cloe looked over at her friend next to her and was about to talk when she heard someone talking to her. She looked in front of her again. The male that sat in front of her was Tyson Cronshaw, someone who Cloe found to be attractive, very attractive. He had asked her if there was any homework due. "No, I don't think so. If there was, I didn't do it." she said as a small smile appeared.

WORDS ?! idk
TAGGED ?! tyson
OUTFIT ?! click
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! blah blah rahr[/size]

[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson’s facial expression chanced as he realized who he had just asked. Cloe Reed, a well known colada. Tyson assumed she would be all over the sports jocks in the room, flirting, gossiping and god knows what else. He admitted that it was a stereotypical view, most likely influenced by his past experience with other coladas in the school, seen one colada you’ve seen them all. This mainly originated from how, in his younger years, he would have asked a few of them out to town or to the cinema and they would just laugh in his face and shoot him down. The sports jocks were no better, pushing him around, asserting themselves as the ones in control, treating women like objects rather than like people. He braced himself for some sort of a comeback, saying how she didn’t care or simply being ignored all together, such an action would just confirm the stereotype that had made its way into Tyson’s head.

To his surprise, Cloe simply responded that there was no homework to be handed in. Now Tyson was curious, was she in a good mood for some reason? Or was it because he hadn’t talked to her much over the years and had applied a stereotype that she was undeserving of. He paused he trail of thought, one statement doesn’t cause you to completely change your image of someone, right? He thought to himself, glancing back towards the front desk to see the teacher still half asleep and not in any rush to start today’s lesson. Tyson smiled, more time to spend doing anything but mathematics.

He turned back to face Cloe, not knowing what to do. She was colada, and as a result of that she was incredibly attractive and everyone knew it, in fact he wouldn’t be surprised if half the guys in the room were focused on her beauty and half the girls were envying her for just that. He stopped himself from simply thanking her and turning back to his work, he didn’t often talk to many colada’s, thus he considered using the opportunity he had been given. But then even more thoughts crept into his mind, referring to how a lot of the coladas in the room would think he was a looser to even try to talk to a colada. He sighed lightly, he had never cared about his own social status, so why start now? “Cheers.” He said in a light tone before asking; “Its Cloe, right?” He had asked the question very informally, be he was interested to see how she would respond.

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Words: 467
Outfit: As above
Status: Completed
Notes: Nada

[Cloe Anne Reed]

Dec 30, 2009 0:09:41 GMT -5 Cloe Anne Reed said:

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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Cloe smirked when she noticed that Tyson's expression had changed when he most likely noticed who he had asked. It wasnt everyday that you would have a Colada talked to you. Cloe wasn't the stereotypical Colada, well at times she could be, but inside, Cloe was an absolute sweetheart. Everyone stereotyped her, and she just went along with it. She was the head colada and she needed to act like it. She had everything that it took to be a Colada. Se had the looks, the body, the attitude and the will. Thats right, will. It took a lot to be a Colada.

Cloe just sat at her desk, tapping her pen on her books as Tyson turned back up to look at the teacher. Just Cloe's phone vibrated and she checked it out. It was a text from a kid sitting four seats over. Cloe looked over at him and threw her pen at him smirking. "Grow up Todd." Most of the class laughed and the teacher just smiled to himself.She turned her head back to the front to find Tyson looking back in her direction.

Tyson was definitely very attractive, Cloe could not deny that. But she couldnt let herself do anything with him, it would look really bad. There was just something about Tyson that made it hard for Cloe to follow "the rules". They were dumb anyways, who cares if Coladas dated people out of their clique? It was big to not break the rules. The Coladas had everything and Cloe couldn't jeopardize her standing. Tyson then talked to her once again, boy was she going to get grilled. "That's right." she said with a small smile. "And you're Tyson, right?"

WORDS ?! idk
TAGGED ?! tyson
OUTFIT ?! click
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! blah blah rahr

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[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson was taken aback by her random outburst at the guy across the room. He had to admit he was curious about what it said, it was in his nature to want to know almost everything regarding what was around him, he hated being kept in the dark. He reached bellow the table and fumbled for the clasp that would open his messenger bag. After a few seconds of failed attempts, it clipped open to reveal its contents chaotically mixed up inside. Tyson frowned as he reached inside, pulling out two mathematics text books and a folder, which hopefully contained all his notes for today’s lesson. He didn’t notice the wads of paper trapped between one of the text books pages until he placed them on the table. He realized that one of the text books was a music one, he sighed as he threw it lazily back into the bag and yanked out the only other alternative that turned out to be the correct text book.

After sorting out what he would need for the lesson he glanced back at the guy across the room that Cloe had been yelling back. He didn’t know him, but he had the guts enough to send a colada a text that didn’t exactly help his position. Tyson assumed he was a sports jock, but he realized how many stereotypes he was making today; in fact he realized almost every day he made up his mind about who people were before even talking to them. He then remembered that human beings formulate 70% of their opinions of a person before they even say hello. Was this just an over eccentric version of that or was it just normal? Tyson didn’t know, but it surprised him when he told himself that he didn’t want to know, something along the lines of more important things at hand and some things are best going unsaid.

He shrugged his shoulders, an action that helped him clear his mind. He directed his attention back to Cloe, it was simple politeness that had him keep the conversation going but he was curious as to what the girl next to her would do if left out of the conversation. He didn’t really care much, he was only focused on Cloe at the moment, the beauty that was giving him his attention, even if it was only for a short while. He had never really considered dating at all for a few years, too many bad experiences in that past had thrown him off the idea, especially with colada’s. But heck, not every day one stops to talk to you. “Yeah, that's right” He began, confirming her question about his identity before adding; “I’m surprised you knew that.” In truth he was, he had never really talked to her so he was curious where she would have picked up his name. Simply from class or maybe an open mic contest?

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Words: 498
Outfit: As above
Status: Completed
Notes: None

[Cloe Anne Reed]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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Todd's immature text made Cloe dislike the kid even more. Even though he was a Colada, she disliked him. There were a few people in the Colada clique that Cloe did not like. The junior girls that though they were the shit, really pissed her off. They were complete fakes and Cloe knew it. There was something that had to be done about it. Coladas had high standings in this school and she wasnt going to ruin them because of immature little school girls. She was definitely going to do something about it. They had no respect for her or any of the other senior girls in the clique and personally Cloe had no respect for the junior girls either, they were nothing to her and they meant absolutely nothing to her. She could do without them, it wouldnt ruin her sleep at night.

The teacher had gotten out of his desk and started writing some problems on the board. Cloe sighed, she absolutely hated math with a passion and she just wanted to sit around and do nothing all class, but the teacher had let them do that all week last week. He was a very nice teacher, but he knew when it was time to get down to business. He handled the class very well, considering the atmosphere. Cloe opened up her notebook and dated it on the top right corner in purple pen. She brought the pen up to her mouth and just gently bit on the cap as she awaited the teacher's instructions.

Cloe smiled at the male's next comment. Cloe knew almost everyone in the senior class, she had to. She knew them by names and faces. She could match a name to a face with no problem, it was something that she picked up from her father. She had learned a lot from her father."You forget who you're talking to." she said with a small smirk. "I know almost everyone." Just then the teacher sat down and told them that they had the rest of class, all of 20 minutes, to do those 20 questions. Cloe sighed once more. Great, 20 minutes to do 20 problems. Cloe wasnt dumb, she just wasnt good in math. She looked over at the girl next to her, "Do you know how to do this?" she asked. The girl shook her head and Cloe sighed again.She wrote down the first problem and attempted to do it.

WORDS ?! idk
TAGGED ?! tyson
OUTFIT ?! click
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! my muse is superrrr low. im sorry, it sucks.[/size]

[Tyson Owen Cronshaw]

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Tyson glanced back at his mathematics note book. It was filled with questions, answers and theorems but it also had a lot of doodling in the margins and corners of the page. A lot of the scribbled were notes to a particular song or lyrics he had been working on at the time, hence all the crossings out in many creative fashions. He smiled as he remembered how he had accidentally doodled on his homework on one occasion. The teacher hadn’t marked him down but it was circled in red pen surrounded by question marks, obviously the teacher had tried to match the dots to the question it was near and had failed to realize they bore no resemblance of an attempt to answer a math’s question.

Tyson had to chuckle at Cloes next comment about how she knew everyone. Tyson personally didn’t make it his mission to get to know everybody he bumped into every day, thus he found Cloes claim a bit hard to believe. But the implications it gave if it was true was that she wanted to be in the know about everything, he shrugged to himself – he was talking to a colada. “Fair enough I guess” He commented, glancing back at the board to see the teacher get up and begin writing equations for the class to do, seeing the faces of the more laid back students turn angry and frustrated as more and more equations stacked up. “So I imagine it would annoy you not to know someone’s name?” He pondered, reaching for his pen as he opened up his notepad on a relatively fresh sheet of paper, attempting to work around a series of bar chords he had scribbled down in the previous lesson.

Tyson wasn’t a mathematician, or at least he didn’t claim to be. He had a natural talent for maths, the reason for this eluded him but he would have to guess it was something to do with how systematic it was. Music could also be conceded systematic – playing notes in a certain order to produce a perfectly played song is not that dissimilar to manipulating an equation until it solves itself. He smiled at how much of a geek he sounded like, it was something that never matched his laid back personality. He turned to Cloe as she expressed concern about the questions on the board. Tyson looked back at the board to see twenty questions on differentiation. He smiled as it was a topic he found rather easy. “It’s quite simple once you know the method” He mused, turning back to Cloe. “You just bring that multiple down and multiply by the derogative before subbing in.” He finished, pondering what he said to be completely alien to Cloe, he wouldn’t be surprised if she thought he had been speaking French or Italian as he began the first question seeing little trouble to the rest of his mathematics lesson.

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Words: 501
Outfit: As Above
Status: Completed
Notes: lol, I just finished my math’s homework before replying