[hr][h1][i][color=Chartreuse]Tanya Lamont[/color] & Matthieu Lacroix[/i][/h1][sub][i](Written in collaboration with [@Tyler])[/i][/sub][hr]


A short trip and Tanya was through the front doors, and right into the halls of the school. Walking with her arms swinging, Tanya only stopped to pull her iPhone out of her uniform's pocket (It was against school rules to have a phone in class, but it won't hurt to check for texts real quick). She got the usual, texts from her parents, friends, and more. More interesting, she got an invite to a big ass party tonight... She fist bumped and smiled. She never got invited to a party before, even though she heard [i]so[/i] much about them. Well, better late than never, but never late is better. Tanya shrugged, and turned her phone to vibrate and shoved it back into her pocket. It went without saying, she was definitely going to show up at the party tonight. She wondered if they'd like a [i]live performance[/i]. She snickered. She quickly continued skipping through the halls, until she made it to her first class for today (and easily the most boring classes she got): History. Nothing helped her creatively than [i]history[/i]. She rolled her eyes as she pulled the door open, and it was shut by the time she had stepped through the doors. Tanya was given a momentary glance from the teacher - to which she replied with a respectful smile - before she moved over to her seat, and sat down in it. 

The girl crossed her legs as the Professor began his arduous speech about history. Something about World War 2, Tanya didn't know. It all became one blur after awhile. Her eyes drifted around, looking for something to distract herself with. However, right to her side was a certain boy (who always sits there). Matthieu Lacroix. An interesting boy he was. A boy from Europe, a photographer - and that same hobby was what drew Tanya to him. She'd play model for him, and let him take photos of her. It was pretty fun, honestly.

"Hey there, Matt," Tanya said, her thick Jamaican accent was apparent. "You heard about the party tonight, boy? If the professor don't bore me to death by then, I might go. Give em' a good old live performance."

Matt turned to his friend inconspicuously, trying his best to avoid being spotted by Professor Arden. The guy was a total stickler; clearly passionate about his subject moreso than he was about actually imbuing that same interest in his students. The whole class seemed like it was constantly in some kind of waking sleep and Matthieu had to wonder whether any of them would actually learn anything this term.

"Yeah, it was kinda hard to miss it, no?" he remarked under his breath. "Shit was plastered all over the internet by the look of things." His own accent seemed stronger than usual once more; he began to put it down to spending too much time alone over the summer break. He'd known Tanya long enough that he didn't really notice anything strange about the way she spoke, and he was sure she felt the same. 

"I was thinking that I would go," he said, pretending to scribble some notes in his book whilst in reality he was doodling a fairytale castle, with tall, pointed turrets. "But I don't know. It's probably gonna blow, right?"

"Probably," Tanya said. Her words oddly contradicted the wry grin on her face. "but ya' never know until you see it for yourself, honey. That's why I'm going." She started laughing for a second - but silenced herself in fear of disrupting the class and being sent to detention... ugh. "And who knows, maybe if you bring that camera of yours, you can take a couple embarassing photos and blackmail some people." She was entirely joking. Though, even if they aren't used for black mail, it might be fun to take a few pictures of kids doing stupid stuff at the party.

Matt grinned, himself trying not to laugh at Tanya's joke. "If there's one thing I've learned since coming to Amérique," he said, "It's that I should never be allowed with 5 feet of a camera when I'm under the influence." He recalled the last time he'd been drunk, and awoken to find his camera sticky with an unknown substance that he could only pray was beer. 

"But you're right," he added. "I'm sure we can stir up some kind of mischief." he chuckled. In fairness, he could probably take some pictures, too. He'd call in at Del Rey's on the way home and grab a couple disposables. "Fuck it," he decided, his tone assertive as he convinced himself that attending the party was a good idea. "Let's go to this shitty party and have a shitty time."

"... Alcohol and my guitar don't mix either," Tanya started off, chuckling. "Worst come to worst, and you'll be hearing my singing voice at it's [i]finest[/i]!" She laughed - and quickly shut herself up when the Professor glared at her. She cleared her throat, and put her arms on the desk, trying her damn best to look like she's paying attention (rather than dicking around).

Leaning in, Tanya whispered, "... It'll be one shitty time we won't forget," She grinned. "Not with that camera of yours!"