Room 417, Saturday Afternoon

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill was bored. There was nothing on TV. Why was there never anything good on TV when she was bor--ooh, was that the Rock? She flipped back a few channels.

It was the Rock. And Karl Urban! Score!

Within about ten minutes, Jill had realized two, no, three things. One, this movie was not her taste at all. Jack probably would have liked it, though. Two, she thought it might be actually kind of terrible. Three, every time she decided she'd had enough and was changing the channel, the Rock or Karl Urban was going to come onscreen and destroy her resolve, so she was stuck with it.

Well, she figured it was this or Chef vs. City on Food Network, and this had way cuter guys. There were worse ways to spend an afternoon.

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I love Chips Ahoy! too," Dinah protested, all for cookies. "We can't reject cookies and their wonderful artificial sweeteners just because Alfred didn't make 'em from scratch." She grinned and took two, then asked, "So who's teaching the mal sex class? And it's sex ed, can't you get out of it 'cause you took it before?"

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill shook her head. "No, see, the class before was Sexual Anthropology. So it's, like, different. Like how you can take English Lit or American Lit if, you know, this was a normal school. Plus," she admitted, "the teacher's like, way hot for an old guy. And he's English."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oooo! What's his name?" There could definitely be worse things. Although it had been as un-awkward as possible with Mr. Rogers teaching it last spring. "I get to be TA for Mitchell, who'd very very cute and Irish and teaching Wars and Media. I love accents. Although neither of our teachers for Defense Against the Dark Arts really hits the hotties scale. Still, it's fun to listen to them."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Bond," Jill said. "James Bond. He's kind of, like, rugged, which is not usually my thing, but it looks good on him. And he's got these really blue eyes? Plus I could listen to him read the phone book all day."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhh, yes. I had him for Practical Weaponry this summer." Dinah couldn't help smiling. "He gave me Detention for today!" She probably shouldn't sound so happy about that. "And it was a really great class." She tried to imagine him teaching Sex Ed and turned scarlet around the edges. "Wow, that's gotta be... interesting."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Yeah, it's um." Jill blushed. "Yeah. You had detention? That sucks!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah nibbled on her cookie, restraining a giggle, then made a face. "Could've been lots worse. We just had to wear weird Victorian-ish clothes, and get past this skeeeevy doorman and a mega-Goth, then make conversation while having tea. Mitchell is weird. I kinda love that."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Weird, hot, and Irish," Jill said, considering. "I can dig it. I mean, he could've had you write lines or something."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Which would've been way, waaaaay worse than running laps." In Dinah's opinion. "Booooring. Tyler's teaching my Science class. He's... Interesting." Kind of hot. Kind of intimidating, what with running Fight Club. "And the class is fun so far. And Mr. Castle's teaching my fiction class, he's pretty hot too." She grinned. "Yaaaay Fandom."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Says you," Jill said, re: the laps. "Both of my other teachers are women. Ms. David and Professor Atreides." She frowned. "I always feel like I'm saying her name wrong."

She shook her head. "I still cannot believe there's a Fight Club. It's so...violent."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"They're both cool. Ms. David was really nice to me, that week with the vampires. And Professor Atreides rocks!" Even if she thought Dinah could do with less caffiene.

"And it is kinda violent." Dinah rolled over onto her stomach, legs lazily swinging in the air. "But, this place can get kinda violent. It's good to be prepared, you know?" She cocked her head. "Do you know any self-defense stuff?"

[iamnotallgirl]

"Um," Jill said. "That's a big no. See I have this plan that involves hiding in the dorm until the crazy things go away."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It's a good plan. Lots of people survive with that plan." Better than the other-her had, for instance. "But. What if you get caught outside?" Dinah gave Jill a worried look. "You'd call if you were in trouble, right?"

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill hadn't realized not-surviving was a possibility... "I'll run and hide somewhere," she said decisively. "And call for help."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah sighed, because talking her into anything more probably wasn't possible. At least not yet. "How are things with you and Jack, by the way? I missed him this last time around."

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill was still operating too much on the 'normal small Massachusetts town' setting, sad to say.

She made a face. "He wants to cut my hair off again." Then she paused. "Well, no, that's not really true. If he wanted to cut my hair again he has access to scissors. But he left a bunch of pictures torn out of magazines of women with short hair on my bed."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Which worked for some people, after all. Dinah was just hoping it would keep working for Jill.

"Do you hate the idea 'cause he likes it, or do you hate the idea because you want long hair again?" Dinah asked, sneaking another cookie. "'Cause you know you still look really cute with short hair."

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill frowned. "I don't know. I didn't want short hair in the first place, he just hacked it all off."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Which blows. But maybe you can do something else... and at least he learned," Dinah pointed out. "He hasn't tried it again." She shook her head. "Any chance he actually called Ramie?"

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill looked horrified. "Oh, God, I hope not."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Have you talked to her?" Dinah wondered. "Just to say hi? And that it wasn't her, it was Jack ditching her? Because seriously. I feel sorry for her."

This was kind of weird, still, knowing Jack was listening,but...

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill's eyes went wide. "I know, I know, I don't actually know what my mom told people, I guess I should ask, but--I cannot tell Ramie about this. I can barely deal with people here knowing I'm a freak, and this is weird central. Jeez, I don't even think I've told my roommate yet, poor Harper, God knows what she thinks."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"How the heck does she not know?" Dinah asked, totally diverted. "I mean, she's a little ... overfocused on clothes, but..."

[iamnotallgirl]

"I don't know! Maybe she's a really sound sleeper?" Jill sighed. "I suck."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You don't suck!" Dinah said, then added, "But it's maybe one of those things Harper would wanna know?"