Monday, June 2, 2008
Hoh, shit.
This certainly wasn’t right.
Her menstrual cycle was two weeks late despite the fact that she always had it regularly. The funny, obnoxious feeling that she might puke in front of the whole cheerleading squad and the stupid stomach cramp she was experiencing right now. Oh, and did she mention that she had sex with her ex-fling Matt without protection just a few days back at a party?
Hell yeah. She was probably pregnant. How fucking wonderful.
“Marissa, are you okay?” A fellow cheerleader, Alice what’s-her-name waved a faux tanned hand in front of the red head.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She assured her, faking a smile.
“Well, you look kind of paler than usual. Don’t you want to go to the infirmary? I can accompany you. The meeting’s almost over.” The brunette she was talking to had a concerned expression plastered to her face. It was obvious that she wanted to help. But being the Queen Bee, she couldn’t accept anybody’s help without swallowing her pride. So despite the screams of her conscience, she decided she had to turn the offer down.
“No, thank you.” Insert plastic smile here. “I’m fine really. I’m just tired from the practice.” Flipping her long, pin-straight hair over her shoulder, she dismissed her teammate with a wave of her own pale hand. “That’s all.” She was the queen of faking. Even in the moment of horrible death, she still would never think twice in turning the offer down. Only Ceylon, her trusted best friend, and her flings were to help her.
“Okay, take care of yourself.” With one last concerned smile, the brunette turned around and went back to the squad.
Without wasting a second, she turned her heels, left the gym and walked through the half-filled corridors. Where was Ceylon anyway? She didn’t see her in practice or in the meeting. That girl better have a good explanation for this.
She found Cey around a corner. The tall red head saw Ceylon friend in the arms of another cheerleader, crying- no, bawling her heart out.
“There you are. I’ve been looking all over the place for you!” She cooed in a voice she knew would make Ceylon feel better. “Hey, hey,” Placing a hand on both her shoulder and the small of her back, she gently rubbed the blonde’s arm. “What happened?” she asked while comforting her. She eyed the other cheerleader for an answer, her baby blue eyes boring into the girl’s mundane brown ones but what’s-her-name Reynolds shrugged. Typical. “You can leave her to me.” She instructed her commanding voice once again present. “Get back to the squad, they’re looking for you.” Waiting a bit for the girl to get out of earshot, she spoke. “Come on, let’s go to the infirmary so we can get you some medicine for your headache.”
She bit a lip and added something as an afterthought, “I have a problem.”
The poor girl nodded, her golden brown hair crashing into her delicate shoulders, as if she understood Marissa already and that there was no need for a longer explanation.
“Now please,” She said quietly, her eyes fixed upon the shorter girl’s envy-worthy green ones that were currently red and puffy. “Stop crying.”
With one last choke, Ceylon followed as she was told. Together, with the redhead’s arm still around the blonde, they strutted down the halls together, ignoring the looks and whispers that erupted.
“I heard he broke up with her because she was pregnant.” A cringe shot through Melissa’s spine as she heard this. The irony.
“Are you kidding me? Everyone knows that he broke up with her because she was a total prude, Clarissa.”
“Wrong, losers! Haven’t you heard? He played both of them to-” Whatever reason the snub-nosed nobody was going to say was silenced by an imperial look sent her way via Marissa.
She was so going to maul Dylan once she got her hands on him.
They continued their journey, with Marissa still feeling like she was suddenly going to puke her lunch out. Aah, the joys of being a teenager.
“Thanks, M.” Ceylon told her as they approached their destination. There was no grateful look in her face, no hug or any show of affection.But they both knew how much it meant to her for Melissa to help her in a time of need.
“You’re welcome C.” She whispered back as she twisted the doorknob open.
Liam Blake, prep king galore with a recent patch on his forehead, was talking to another blonde- one Marissa knew as Ceylon’s dear cousin, Dani Greyson. A dark-haired boy known as Devil was sitting on the counter being taken care of by the school nurse, next to the bowl of general medicine which her best friend promptly bounced towards. And sweet, perfect little Leia Jordan, was playing chess with no doubt, a new kid with the smoothest skin she had ever seen on a guy.
But all of them were instantly erased from her mind as her eyes settled on the last person in the room, Matt. Automatic flashes of last Saturday’s night played in her mind as the urge to puke suddenly grew stronger. She couldn’t help but wish that she was never even born.
Her menstrual cycle was two weeks late despite the fact that she always had it regularly. The funny, obnoxious feeling that she might puke in front of the whole cheerleading squad and the stupid stomach cramp she was experiencing right now. Oh, and did she mention that she had sex with her ex-fling Matt without protection just a few days back at a party?
Hell yeah. She was probably pregnant. How fucking wonderful.
“Marissa, are you okay?” A fellow cheerleader, Alice what’s-her-name waved a faux tanned hand in front of the red head.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She assured her, faking a smile.
“Well, you look kind of paler than usual. Don’t you want to go to the infirmary? I can accompany you. The meeting’s almost over.” The brunette she was talking to had a concerned expression plastered to her face. It was obvious that she wanted to help. But being the Queen Bee, she couldn’t accept anybody’s help without swallowing her pride. So despite the screams of her conscience, she decided she had to turn the offer down.
“No, thank you.” Insert plastic smile here. “I’m fine really. I’m just tired from the practice.” Flipping her long, pin-straight hair over her shoulder, she dismissed her teammate with a wave of her own pale hand. “That’s all.” She was the queen of faking. Even in the moment of horrible death, she still would never think twice in turning the offer down. Only Ceylon, her trusted best friend, and her flings were to help her.
“Okay, take care of yourself.” With one last concerned smile, the brunette turned around and went back to the squad.
Without wasting a second, she turned her heels, left the gym and walked through the half-filled corridors. Where was Ceylon anyway? She didn’t see her in practice or in the meeting. That girl better have a good explanation for this.
She found Cey around a corner. The tall red head saw Ceylon friend in the arms of another cheerleader, crying- no, bawling her heart out.
“There you are. I’ve been looking all over the place for you!” She cooed in a voice she knew would make Ceylon feel better. “Hey, hey,” Placing a hand on both her shoulder and the small of her back, she gently rubbed the blonde’s arm. “What happened?” she asked while comforting her. She eyed the other cheerleader for an answer, her baby blue eyes boring into the girl’s mundane brown ones but what’s-her-name Reynolds shrugged. Typical. “You can leave her to me.” She instructed her commanding voice once again present. “Get back to the squad, they’re looking for you.” Waiting a bit for the girl to get out of earshot, she spoke. “Come on, let’s go to the infirmary so we can get you some medicine for your headache.”
She bit a lip and added something as an afterthought, “I have a problem.”
The poor girl nodded, her golden brown hair crashing into her delicate shoulders, as if she understood Marissa already and that there was no need for a longer explanation.
“Now please,” She said quietly, her eyes fixed upon the shorter girl’s envy-worthy green ones that were currently red and puffy. “Stop crying.”
With one last choke, Ceylon followed as she was told. Together, with the redhead’s arm still around the blonde, they strutted down the halls together, ignoring the looks and whispers that erupted.
“I heard he broke up with her because she was pregnant.” A cringe shot through Melissa’s spine as she heard this. The irony.
“Are you kidding me? Everyone knows that he broke up with her because she was a total prude, Clarissa.”
“Wrong, losers! Haven’t you heard? He played both of them to-” Whatever reason the snub-nosed nobody was going to say was silenced by an imperial look sent her way via Marissa.
She was so going to maul Dylan once she got her hands on him.
They continued their journey, with Marissa still feeling like she was suddenly going to puke her lunch out. Aah, the joys of being a teenager.
“Thanks, M.” Ceylon told her as they approached their destination. There was no grateful look in her face, no hug or any show of affection.But they both knew how much it meant to her for Melissa to help her in a time of need.
“You’re welcome C.” She whispered back as she twisted the doorknob open.
Liam Blake, prep king galore with a recent patch on his forehead, was talking to another blonde- one Marissa knew as Ceylon’s dear cousin, Dani Greyson. A dark-haired boy known as Devil was sitting on the counter being taken care of by the school nurse, next to the bowl of general medicine which her best friend promptly bounced towards. And sweet, perfect little Leia Jordan, was playing chess with no doubt, a new kid with the smoothest skin she had ever seen on a guy.
But all of them were instantly erased from her mind as her eyes settled on the last person in the room, Matt. Automatic flashes of last Saturday’s night played in her mind as the urge to puke suddenly grew stronger. She couldn’t help but wish that she was never even born.
Labels: Beta-ed by Fleur, Created by Kathrine, Marissa Samuels
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Amen to that brother
He felt like a slimy, despicable and unforgivable ass wipe. Honestly, he did.
Matt knew it was bad for him or any other guy to push their girlfriend into a relationship they weren't ready for.
But then again, he almost had her. Just a bit more and he would've taken her right there if it weren't for Liam. As much as he respected 'Mr. Perfect in everything known to man', Matt wanted to wrestle him to the ground and beat him to a bloody pulp for making Dani feel so low.
'A run around the field or a few hoops in the basketball court should do me good,' he decided before he caught a glimpse of someone running through the crowded school halls. He hurried his pace, wondering how someone like him recognized the sprinting face a while ago.
The kid was in his grade and they had English together. What was his name again? Death, Demon... Devil! "That's it," he murmured under his breath, stepping out into the courtyard. Devon Ian Lemche and Dani were in a skit together once. Something about 'North and South'.
Being the jealous, not to mention overprotective, suitor he was last year, Matt told Mr. Goth to stay away from her. Far away.
She didn't find out, of course, that Devil avoided her in partial fear of Matt. She thought he was being his emo/gothic self.
The only person he couldn't threaten was Liam. How could he? One word from the big man on campus and the whole school would be against him. No, he just had to-
"Matt!" called a voice from behind.
turning around, he saw a hassled Dani approach him. "Hey," he greeted, taken aback by her appearance. She never looked worried. Not in front of him anyway. "What's the matter babes?"
"The clinic, quick," she said curtly, pulling him by the arm.
"What happened Dani?" he asked before kissing her cheek and retracing his steps with his girlfriend. "Anything wrong?"
She looked up at him with those silvery blue eyes, her features molding back into that pretty smile he loved so much. "Liam got into an accident."
He felt a lump form in his throat. Liam. "Anything serious?"
She shrugged, but the smile remained. "Probably insulted the cube."
"What cube?"
"The one Leia refuses to leave her house without."
"The Rubik's cube?"
She nodded her head vigorously, her silvery blonde hair bounding up and down her shoulder. "Yup. The 5 by 5 by 5 one."
He cringed at her words. Having tried to solve the damned cube himself (and failing oh-so-miserably), he never wated to see another brain teaser ever again.
"I-," he stated before someone ran past him, nearly squishing his toes in the process. A trail of blood followed the kid. Oh, it was Devil. "Watch where you're going!"
"Come on," Dani beckoned, "infirmary's just around the corner."
And so it was. Heaving a sigh, Matt twisted the doorknob open, causing whoever was in front to jump a little.
The strangest sight met his eyes. Liam, being taken care of by the Head Nurse, Mrs. Wilson. Leia and a boy whose name he did not know sat parallel to each other, a chess board in between them. And Devil, who stood there, staring at Leia, his wrist bleeding.
"What the fuck?" he couldn't help but say out loud.
Matt knew it was bad for him or any other guy to push their girlfriend into a relationship they weren't ready for.
But then again, he almost had her. Just a bit more and he would've taken her right there if it weren't for Liam. As much as he respected 'Mr. Perfect in everything known to man', Matt wanted to wrestle him to the ground and beat him to a bloody pulp for making Dani feel so low.
'A run around the field or a few hoops in the basketball court should do me good,' he decided before he caught a glimpse of someone running through the crowded school halls. He hurried his pace, wondering how someone like him recognized the sprinting face a while ago.
The kid was in his grade and they had English together. What was his name again? Death, Demon... Devil! "That's it," he murmured under his breath, stepping out into the courtyard. Devon Ian Lemche and Dani were in a skit together once. Something about 'North and South'.
Being the jealous, not to mention overprotective, suitor he was last year, Matt told Mr. Goth to stay away from her. Far away.
She didn't find out, of course, that Devil avoided her in partial fear of Matt. She thought he was being his emo/gothic self.
The only person he couldn't threaten was Liam. How could he? One word from the big man on campus and the whole school would be against him. No, he just had to-
"Matt!" called a voice from behind.
turning around, he saw a hassled Dani approach him. "Hey," he greeted, taken aback by her appearance. She never looked worried. Not in front of him anyway. "What's the matter babes?"
"The clinic, quick," she said curtly, pulling him by the arm.
"What happened Dani?" he asked before kissing her cheek and retracing his steps with his girlfriend. "Anything wrong?"
She looked up at him with those silvery blue eyes, her features molding back into that pretty smile he loved so much. "Liam got into an accident."
He felt a lump form in his throat. Liam. "Anything serious?"
She shrugged, but the smile remained. "Probably insulted the cube."
"What cube?"
"The one Leia refuses to leave her house without."
"The Rubik's cube?"
She nodded her head vigorously, her silvery blonde hair bounding up and down her shoulder. "Yup. The 5 by 5 by 5 one."
He cringed at her words. Having tried to solve the damned cube himself (and failing oh-so-miserably), he never wated to see another brain teaser ever again.
"I-," he stated before someone ran past him, nearly squishing his toes in the process. A trail of blood followed the kid. Oh, it was Devil. "Watch where you're going!"
"Come on," Dani beckoned, "infirmary's just around the corner."
And so it was. Heaving a sigh, Matt twisted the doorknob open, causing whoever was in front to jump a little.
The strangest sight met his eyes. Liam, being taken care of by the Head Nurse, Mrs. Wilson. Leia and a boy whose name he did not know sat parallel to each other, a chess board in between them. And Devil, who stood there, staring at Leia, his wrist bleeding.
"What the fuck?" he couldn't help but say out loud.
Labels: Matthew O' Neil, Scrawled by Fleur
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Daily Dose of Teenage Angst
It was the second time this week. the second time his sadomasochistic side dominated him. The second time he felt so depressed, that he wanted to kill someone. He could feel anxiety building up at the pit of his stomach as he sprinted towards the boys' washroom. Bumping into random people, harsh comments came to his direction creating a commotion among the crowd.
"Hey, watch it!" A girl squealed from the crowd when he stepped on her foot. He caught a glimpse of her: blonde hair, green-eyes.
"Say anything and I'll kill you." Silly him. He forgot to lock the door. Poor kid, he had to face this sadist.
"I... I... wha-" the boy stuttered trying to make sense out of it.
"Out!" The enraged Devon threatened while the boy tried to regain his composure. With his legs shaking, the boy went out of the washrooms screaming like a sissy.
Devon reached for the doorknob and locked it just to make sure nobody would intrude his 'fun' again. He took a deep breath and next thing he noticed was the pool of crimson blood just near his wrist. He tried to wash it but to no avail the bleeding wouldn't stop. He felt giddy and now he aimed at the wrong spot. So much for being a masochist. He did almost everything but it still wouldn't stop.
"Shit!" he muttered as the bleeding started to get worse. There was only one choice left, to go to the infirmary and ask for help. He bit his lip as he tried to reach for his handkerchief from his bag. More blood came gushing out of the wound as he struggled opening the zipper. He got the 'black' handkerchief and covered the wound to stop the bleeding, or at least temporarily. Glancing at the mirror, he nearly fainted, he was as pale as a ghost.
He didn't know how he reached the infirmary because he started feeling dizzy on the way. He sighed in relief when his hand met the doorknob and saw Mrs. Wilson tending Liam, a guy from Calculus class and the King of Everything. He wasn't the only person in the infirmary. At the side sat Leia, staring intently at his arm covered with the black handkerchief. She looked up at him with a worried look plastered on her face. Opening her mouth to speak, Devon cut her off.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hey, watch it!" A girl squealed from the crowd when he stepped on her foot. He caught a glimpse of her: blonde hair, green-eyes.
The squeal was unbelievably piercing to his ears. By the looks of it, she was one of those flirty girls. He rolled his eyes and continued running.
The deserted washroom's door was ajar. In a swift move, the door closed with a click. He slid his hands inside the messenger bag hanging by his side. A pocket knife was drawn out and the blade came out with a swish. He had a great plan to fulfill his ego trip.Cutting his flesh with the knife, a very painful idea, but in a masochist's mind it was considered 'fun'. Yes, it was 'fun'. A grin crept on his face when the knife was about to cut his flesh.
Suddenly the door opened and closed behind a boy who was shorted than him, probably a freshman. The boy froze when his eyes met the knife in his hands. The kid was going to speak, but he was cut off by Devon."Say anything and I'll kill you." Silly him. He forgot to lock the door. Poor kid, he had to face this sadist.
"I... I... wha-" the boy stuttered trying to make sense out of it.
"Out!" The enraged Devon threatened while the boy tried to regain his composure. With his legs shaking, the boy went out of the washrooms screaming like a sissy.
Devon reached for the doorknob and locked it just to make sure nobody would intrude his 'fun' again. He took a deep breath and next thing he noticed was the pool of crimson blood just near his wrist. He tried to wash it but to no avail the bleeding wouldn't stop. He felt giddy and now he aimed at the wrong spot. So much for being a masochist. He did almost everything but it still wouldn't stop.
"Shit!" he muttered as the bleeding started to get worse. There was only one choice left, to go to the infirmary and ask for help. He bit his lip as he tried to reach for his handkerchief from his bag. More blood came gushing out of the wound as he struggled opening the zipper. He got the 'black' handkerchief and covered the wound to stop the bleeding, or at least temporarily. Glancing at the mirror, he nearly fainted, he was as pale as a ghost.
He didn't know how he reached the infirmary because he started feeling dizzy on the way. He sighed in relief when his hand met the doorknob and saw Mrs. Wilson tending Liam, a guy from Calculus class and the King of Everything. He wasn't the only person in the infirmary. At the side sat Leia, staring intently at his arm covered with the black handkerchief. She looked up at him with a worried look plastered on her face. Opening her mouth to speak, Devon cut her off.
"What are you doing here?"
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-hits you with a wench-
Leia cringed as the dark haired newbie scowled in her direction. She fiddled absentmindedly with the hem of her skirt. Briefly, she toyed with the idea of grabbing Dani's things and running back to the courtyard. She might look like a loon but at least she'd be away from the menacing boy in front of her.
The phone D'mitri previously held was suddenly shoved into her hands. Grasping the object tightly, she thanked the heavens that it had not been something else.
"Thanks," she whispered. she walked out of the school with D'mitri trailing behind her. Had it been someone else, Leia would've made an effort of coaxing the person she was with to talk. This time however, she remained silent. Her brown eyes stared straight ahead without glancing back at the glaring boy.
"Leia!" someone called out. She looked for the familiar voice and grinned as Liam ran to greet her, out of breath. In his hand was the cube she gave him looking no less jumbled than the last time she saw it. A giggle escaped her lips. Liam maybe on of the smartest students in their school but he was too impatient to solve puzzles.
"Can you solve this for me?" he asked once he regained his breath. "Stupid puzzle's giving me a hard time."
"It is not stupid!" she huffed indignantly, yanking the toy from her friend. "You're just not trying hard enough."
Liam's eyes drifted over her shoulder and fell on the boy behind her. His eyes lit up in recognition. It must be the new student the entire council was fussing about. D something. He snapped his fingers when he remembered, causing Leia to give him a strange look before turning her attention back on the object in her hands.
D'mitri Chekhov. That was his name.
"You're D'mitri, right? D'mitri Chekhov?" he inquired. "What are you doing around here with Leia?" his voice was laced with an overprotective tone.
"He crashed into Dani and got her stuff by mistake," Leia answered. "Here, she threw the cube at Liam. Instead of hitting his chest, however, it crashed on his forehead. Leia would've just left him there if he hadn't started bleeding.
"Liam, I am so sorry!" she apologized. She flipped the phone in her hand and looked for the unfamiliar number. She pressed the call button and waited for Dani to pick up.
"Dani, can you meet us in the infirmary? Liam's... um, Liam got into a bit of accident," Liam sent her a glare for that.
"What happened to you, Mr. Blake?" the nurse, Mrs. Wilson, exclaimed when they entered.
"I got assaulted by a Rubik's cube, ma'am" his eyes lingered on Leia, making her wince.
The phone D'mitri previously held was suddenly shoved into her hands. Grasping the object tightly, she thanked the heavens that it had not been something else.
"Thanks," she whispered. she walked out of the school with D'mitri trailing behind her. Had it been someone else, Leia would've made an effort of coaxing the person she was with to talk. This time however, she remained silent. Her brown eyes stared straight ahead without glancing back at the glaring boy.
"Leia!" someone called out. She looked for the familiar voice and grinned as Liam ran to greet her, out of breath. In his hand was the cube she gave him looking no less jumbled than the last time she saw it. A giggle escaped her lips. Liam maybe on of the smartest students in their school but he was too impatient to solve puzzles.
"Can you solve this for me?" he asked once he regained his breath. "Stupid puzzle's giving me a hard time."
"It is not stupid!" she huffed indignantly, yanking the toy from her friend. "You're just not trying hard enough."
Liam's eyes drifted over her shoulder and fell on the boy behind her. His eyes lit up in recognition. It must be the new student the entire council was fussing about. D something. He snapped his fingers when he remembered, causing Leia to give him a strange look before turning her attention back on the object in her hands.
D'mitri Chekhov. That was his name.
"You're D'mitri, right? D'mitri Chekhov?" he inquired. "What are you doing around here with Leia?" his voice was laced with an overprotective tone.
"He crashed into Dani and got her stuff by mistake," Leia answered. "Here, she threw the cube at Liam. Instead of hitting his chest, however, it crashed on his forehead. Leia would've just left him there if he hadn't started bleeding.
"Liam, I am so sorry!" she apologized. She flipped the phone in her hand and looked for the unfamiliar number. She pressed the call button and waited for Dani to pick up.
"Dani, can you meet us in the infirmary? Liam's... um, Liam got into a bit of accident," Liam sent her a glare for that.
"What happened to you, Mr. Blake?" the nurse, Mrs. Wilson, exclaimed when they entered.
"I got assaulted by a Rubik's cube, ma'am" his eyes lingered on Leia, making her wince.
She looked at D'mitri sitting quietly in a corner. Should she bother him or not? Deciding to do the former, she got up and sat in front of him.
"Wanna play chess?" she pulled a board out of her messenger bag.
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-eyeroll-
He felt like crap. Or was it shit? Wait, what was crap anyway? Crap (n.) A result of bowel movement. Shit meant the same thing. So it was supposed to be 'felt like crap/shit'.
Oh, what the heck. Damn the difference between American and British slang. It wasn't as if they'd sue him for being the new Russian kid from UK.
'Umph...'
Great, he had been in the school for less than half an hour and 'the new kid' curse was trailing him already. If luck would have it, he'd be surrounded by the welcoming committee.
His things (which he packed half-asleep at four in the morning) landed on the ground, mingling with an attractive blonde's stuff. Mumbling a sorry under his breath, he quickly grabbed whatever looked familiar and shoved it back into his knapsack. The tall, black-haired teenager shouldered his bag, escaped the potentially embarrassing scene and continued to fill his brain with utter nonsense.
Hold on, why was he feeling like crap/shit again? Oh yeah, jet lag. Of all the hang-overs he'd experienced, a Gosh-knows-how-long airplane ride was one he never wanted to go through again.
Supposedly, he should have been in the States eons ago. But due to some trouble in his documents, he ended up going around Europe, some parts of Asia until finally here.
Thank goodness he slept on the last few hours of the trip or else he would've crashed and burned right on the spot. Then again, maybe he could sleep through lunch- no, wait, if he didn't fill his stomach with proper non-stale 'chow', he'd kill whoever invented airplane food. Ugh, who said 'chow' anymore?
Fishing out the sheet of paper with his locker number and combination from his knapsack, he brushed off his undeniably messy ebony locks from his equally twilight-colored eyes. Hm... his hair was getting too long, maybe after a week or two he would remember-
A light tap on his shoulder made him realize that he was shoving in a History book with the name 'Dani Greyson' scrawled on it using a broad, dark blue marker.
Damn it, he got the wrong book. Sighing, he turned around and came face to face with a dark-haired smiling beauty. A cheerleader, he figured, it was obvious, of course, Halloween wasn't for another month.
The girl talked so fast, he nearly cringed, and since he wasn't even in the position to decipher the cheerleader, he blinked at her. Rude, yes, very.
To even more of his surprise, she held up a History book and asked whether it was okay for her to get 'it' back.
He'd love to, if only he knew what 'it' was.
It suddenly hit him, the history book. Gawd, how slow could he get? What else could she be asking for?
He smiled politely (tried to, anyway) at her and traded Dani's book (or whoever she was) with his.
"Sure, thank-"
"Hello?"
"Well, apparently, D'mitri Chekhov, you have my phone and my book."
He was so not in the mood for this. But still, if she wanted to play...
"What, no hello, Dani Greyson?"
"Don't tempt me to flush your passport down the toilet, Mikhail. Give the phone to Leia and follow her back to the courtyard."
Scowling, he handed the cellphone to "Leia" and sighed under his breath. Cheerleaders.
Pfft.
Oh, what the heck. Damn the difference between American and British slang. It wasn't as if they'd sue him for being the new Russian kid from UK.
'Umph...'
Great, he had been in the school for less than half an hour and 'the new kid' curse was trailing him already. If luck would have it, he'd be surrounded by the welcoming committee.
His things (which he packed half-asleep at four in the morning) landed on the ground, mingling with an attractive blonde's stuff. Mumbling a sorry under his breath, he quickly grabbed whatever looked familiar and shoved it back into his knapsack. The tall, black-haired teenager shouldered his bag, escaped the potentially embarrassing scene and continued to fill his brain with utter nonsense.
Hold on, why was he feeling like crap/shit again? Oh yeah, jet lag. Of all the hang-overs he'd experienced, a Gosh-knows-how-long airplane ride was one he never wanted to go through again.
Supposedly, he should have been in the States eons ago. But due to some trouble in his documents, he ended up going around Europe, some parts of Asia until finally here.
Thank goodness he slept on the last few hours of the trip or else he would've crashed and burned right on the spot. Then again, maybe he could sleep through lunch- no, wait, if he didn't fill his stomach with proper non-stale 'chow', he'd kill whoever invented airplane food. Ugh, who said 'chow' anymore?
Fishing out the sheet of paper with his locker number and combination from his knapsack, he brushed off his undeniably messy ebony locks from his equally twilight-colored eyes. Hm... his hair was getting too long, maybe after a week or two he would remember-
A light tap on his shoulder made him realize that he was shoving in a History book with the name 'Dani Greyson' scrawled on it using a broad, dark blue marker.
Damn it, he got the wrong book. Sighing, he turned around and came face to face with a dark-haired smiling beauty. A cheerleader, he figured, it was obvious, of course, Halloween wasn't for another month.
The girl talked so fast, he nearly cringed, and since he wasn't even in the position to decipher the cheerleader, he blinked at her. Rude, yes, very.
To even more of his surprise, she held up a History book and asked whether it was okay for her to get 'it' back.
He'd love to, if only he knew what 'it' was.
It suddenly hit him, the history book. Gawd, how slow could he get? What else could she be asking for?
He smiled politely (tried to, anyway) at her and traded Dani's book (or whoever she was) with his.
"Sure, thank-"
"The city is at war, a place among the young and rich
Ignore me if you see me, ' cause I just don't give a shit
The city is at war, bless the young and rich
With designer drugs and designer friends."
"What the-" he murmured under his breath, "Cobra Starship?" Odd, since when did his cellphone scream ''The City is at War for it's ringtone?
"I'm sorry," he apologized, dipping his hand into the khaki-colored knapsack. Damn it, he not only got Dani's book, he swiped her phone by mistake too. Catching the vibrating object, he flipped it open and pressed the answer button."Hello?"
"Well, apparently, D'mitri Chekhov, you have my phone and my book."
He was so not in the mood for this. But still, if she wanted to play...
"What, no hello, Dani Greyson?"
"Don't tempt me to flush your passport down the toilet, Mikhail. Give the phone to Leia and follow her back to the courtyard."
Scowling, he handed the cellphone to "Leia" and sighed under his breath. Cheerleaders.
Pfft.
Labels: D'mitri Chekhov, Scrawled by Fleur
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-cheers- Hurray for dachshunds!
In the fifteen minutes that she waited for Dani after visiting Liam, Leia managed to:
a. Reassemble her Rubik's cube.
b. Solve the newspaper's crossword puzzle
c. Answer a sudoku puzzle and;
d. Give herself a sticker tattoo
The tattoo was a panda, located just beside her navel. Her cheerleading outfit made a point of showing that part off. The uniform resembled most other schools' cheerleading uniforms. Sleeveless, mid-riff bearing top with a skirt that reaches up to the girls' mid-thigh in their school colors of blue and silver.
Leia gazed at the black and white animal lovingly. She was proud of being compared to such an amazing creature. Clutching her bag close, she checked her watch when she heard something collide.
Her head shot up. It was Dani. Leia smiled as her best friend apologized and explained herself.
"It's okay," she told the blonde, laughing. she knew Dani would never replace her with Matt. She followed the 'chicks before dicks' rule just like how guys followed the 'bros before hoes' rule.
She caught Dani looking at her navel. Smiling, she asked her, "Do you like it?"
"I didn't have anything to do earlier so I stuck it on," she continued. Pulling Dani next to her, the two of them sat down on the bench beneath the cherry tree in the middle of the courtyard. The shade it provided was a blessing in the blistering heat of the sun. Leia found herself reaching for her water bottle and gulping down nearly half its contents. Her fingers burned from the coldness of the container but she didn't dare complain. She just appreciated the relief it gave her.
"Can I borrow your History book? I think I left mine at home," she explained to the other girl. She gave her a bright thanks when she received it.
"Strange," she mumbled, fingering the spine of the book. It didn't seem to be Dani's at all. She checked it and came across the name D'mitri Chekhov.
Her mind replayed Dani's collision with the new boy earlier. That must be him, she decided. Nobody in the school had a name like that. It was only logical that it belonged to the one guy no one knew yet.
"Hang on," she said to Dani. "I'm just gonna return this to that guy you hit earlier." She took off, jogging briskly towards the school.
Once inside, she searched for the dark haired boy. She found him near the lockers, ignoring the people around him.
She blushed at the thought of disturbing him. Oh, well. He seemed like the type of guy that brushed these type of things off anyway.
"Excuse me," she tapped him on the shoulder, her soft voice a bit smaller than normal. "Do you own this book? It says D'mitri Chekhov and I figured you got Dani's book instead. Dani's the girl you crashed into," she stopped once she realized she was ranting and turned even redder. Great. He'll never return the book now. He must be ticked off at her.
Gulping, Leia gathered the last ounce of courage she had and inquired, "I don't suppose you'll give it back, will you?"
a. Reassemble her Rubik's cube.
b. Solve the newspaper's crossword puzzle
c. Answer a sudoku puzzle and;
d. Give herself a sticker tattoo
The tattoo was a panda, located just beside her navel. Her cheerleading outfit made a point of showing that part off. The uniform resembled most other schools' cheerleading uniforms. Sleeveless, mid-riff bearing top with a skirt that reaches up to the girls' mid-thigh in their school colors of blue and silver.
Leia gazed at the black and white animal lovingly. She was proud of being compared to such an amazing creature. Clutching her bag close, she checked her watch when she heard something collide.
Her head shot up. It was Dani. Leia smiled as her best friend apologized and explained herself.
"It's okay," she told the blonde, laughing. she knew Dani would never replace her with Matt. She followed the 'chicks before dicks' rule just like how guys followed the 'bros before hoes' rule.
She caught Dani looking at her navel. Smiling, she asked her, "Do you like it?"
"I didn't have anything to do earlier so I stuck it on," she continued. Pulling Dani next to her, the two of them sat down on the bench beneath the cherry tree in the middle of the courtyard. The shade it provided was a blessing in the blistering heat of the sun. Leia found herself reaching for her water bottle and gulping down nearly half its contents. Her fingers burned from the coldness of the container but she didn't dare complain. She just appreciated the relief it gave her.
"Can I borrow your History book? I think I left mine at home," she explained to the other girl. She gave her a bright thanks when she received it.
"Strange," she mumbled, fingering the spine of the book. It didn't seem to be Dani's at all. She checked it and came across the name D'mitri Chekhov.
Her mind replayed Dani's collision with the new boy earlier. That must be him, she decided. Nobody in the school had a name like that. It was only logical that it belonged to the one guy no one knew yet.
"Hang on," she said to Dani. "I'm just gonna return this to that guy you hit earlier." She took off, jogging briskly towards the school.
Once inside, she searched for the dark haired boy. She found him near the lockers, ignoring the people around him.
She blushed at the thought of disturbing him. Oh, well. He seemed like the type of guy that brushed these type of things off anyway.
"Excuse me," she tapped him on the shoulder, her soft voice a bit smaller than normal. "Do you own this book? It says D'mitri Chekhov and I figured you got Dani's book instead. Dani's the girl you crashed into," she stopped once she realized she was ranting and turned even redder. Great. He'll never return the book now. He must be ticked off at her.
Gulping, Leia gathered the last ounce of courage she had and inquired, "I don't suppose you'll give it back, will you?"
Labels: Leia Jordan, Written by Janina
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
-sweatdrop-
Dani was red.
No wait; she wasn't just red, she could feel herself radiating heat.
"Now, where were we?" Matt said with a devilish smile, pulling her back to him as Liam left the room and them, alone.
"Matt, I've got to go, it's late."
"You didn't seem to mind how late is was a while ago."
"I've got to go meet up with Leia in the courtyard," she reasoned, groping around for her clothes. If she'd hurry putting them back on, maybe Matt would stop trailing his fingers over her torso. It was making her nervous.
"Alright," he sighed in defeat, disappointed that he hadn't convinced his girlfriend to stay and have fun. Standing up next to her, he snaked his arms around her slender waist and in an excruciatingly slow albeit seductive manner, kissed Dani one last time.
"Wait for me after dance practice tomorrow?" she breathed into his ear. The sexual tension in the room was so thick, it could have been broken with a chain saw.
Grinning, he helped her with her last button. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Dani."
They parted ways, with Matt heading towards the locker room and Dani wondering whether she was ready to have sex with her fourth boyfriend. This was the third time this week, he would seduce her somewhere no one could disturb them and then get into a wild game of tonsil hockey, while Matt wrestled with her clothes.
"What do you mean we're over?!" A familiar voice shrieked somewhere around the corner. Dani shuddered involuntarily. It was Ceylon Calipto, her cousin and the lackey of Marissa Samuels, the notorious Queen Bitch since preschool.
"I'm breaking up with you." Interesting... Dylan Sinclair, one of Marissa's many ex-boyfriends, had hooked up with Ceylon just yesterday. Talk about a short-lived relationship.
"You can't break up with me!" Ceylon cried, her face on the verge of breaking into tears."Why?" she screeched, in spite of herself.
"It's just that... the sex isn't... you know..." he shrugged his broad shoulders, as if it was self-explanatory.
Feeling her jaw drop, Dani raised an eyebrow. He was breaking up with Cey because of sex?
Then again, it was probably an A-list thing, nothing she would ever want to know or understand. Doubting whether what she thought of was going to save her cousin or just bury her in more embarrassment, she stepped out of her hiding place, strutted right next to her cousin and wrapped an arm around the sobbing blonde.
"You know Dylan, you might want to rethink about breaking up with Ceylon."
A glare was sent in her direction. "And why is that, Greyson?"
"Well, look at it this way, maybe you're the one with the problem. After all, why would Marissa dump you? You're smart enough, good-looking, tall and popular, what else could've been the problem between you two except sex, right?"
Flabbergasted, he opened his mouth to retort, but he made no sound and walked away, muttering something between the lines of 'not sinking low enough to hit girls'.
"Oh, but I hit guys," Dani called out, smiling like the bitch she could be, and currently was. "And I'll kick you," she pointed at Ceylon, her fiery blue eyes meeting the wet and bleak green ones of her cousin. "and your ass if you don't tell everyone how bad he is in bed."
Leaving a torn-down Ceylon to the nearest A-list cheerleader, Dani picked up her pace. She forgot how quickly time could pass with the talk of sex in the air.
It wasn't long before she entered the courtyard, nor was her collision with an tall, broad-shouldered and most importantly, unfamiliar body.
Keys, cellphones, pens, Ipods, and everything else you'd expect from a teenager spilled on the floor as Dani's bag and the kid's knapsack fell."Sorry," they mumbled at the same time, grabbing their stuff and walking away from the scene.
"Leia!" she called out to the dark-haired figure. "I'm sorry I'm late," she apologized. "I was with Matt."
No wait; she wasn't just red, she could feel herself radiating heat.
"Now, where were we?" Matt said with a devilish smile, pulling her back to him as Liam left the room and them, alone.
"Matt, I've got to go, it's late."
"You didn't seem to mind how late is was a while ago."
"I've got to go meet up with Leia in the courtyard," she reasoned, groping around for her clothes. If she'd hurry putting them back on, maybe Matt would stop trailing his fingers over her torso. It was making her nervous.
"Alright," he sighed in defeat, disappointed that he hadn't convinced his girlfriend to stay and have fun. Standing up next to her, he snaked his arms around her slender waist and in an excruciatingly slow albeit seductive manner, kissed Dani one last time.
"Wait for me after dance practice tomorrow?" she breathed into his ear. The sexual tension in the room was so thick, it could have been broken with a chain saw.
Grinning, he helped her with her last button. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Dani."
They parted ways, with Matt heading towards the locker room and Dani wondering whether she was ready to have sex with her fourth boyfriend. This was the third time this week, he would seduce her somewhere no one could disturb them and then get into a wild game of tonsil hockey, while Matt wrestled with her clothes.
"What do you mean we're over?!" A familiar voice shrieked somewhere around the corner. Dani shuddered involuntarily. It was Ceylon Calipto, her cousin and the lackey of Marissa Samuels, the notorious Queen Bitch since preschool.
"I'm breaking up with you." Interesting... Dylan Sinclair, one of Marissa's many ex-boyfriends, had hooked up with Ceylon just yesterday. Talk about a short-lived relationship.
"You can't break up with me!" Ceylon cried, her face on the verge of breaking into tears."Why?" she screeched, in spite of herself.
"It's just that... the sex isn't... you know..." he shrugged his broad shoulders, as if it was self-explanatory.
Feeling her jaw drop, Dani raised an eyebrow. He was breaking up with Cey because of sex?
Then again, it was probably an A-list thing, nothing she would ever want to know or understand. Doubting whether what she thought of was going to save her cousin or just bury her in more embarrassment, she stepped out of her hiding place, strutted right next to her cousin and wrapped an arm around the sobbing blonde.
"You know Dylan, you might want to rethink about breaking up with Ceylon."
A glare was sent in her direction. "And why is that, Greyson?"
"Well, look at it this way, maybe you're the one with the problem. After all, why would Marissa dump you? You're smart enough, good-looking, tall and popular, what else could've been the problem between you two except sex, right?"
Flabbergasted, he opened his mouth to retort, but he made no sound and walked away, muttering something between the lines of 'not sinking low enough to hit girls'.
"Oh, but I hit guys," Dani called out, smiling like the bitch she could be, and currently was. "And I'll kick you," she pointed at Ceylon, her fiery blue eyes meeting the wet and bleak green ones of her cousin. "and your ass if you don't tell everyone how bad he is in bed."
Leaving a torn-down Ceylon to the nearest A-list cheerleader, Dani picked up her pace. She forgot how quickly time could pass with the talk of sex in the air.
It wasn't long before she entered the courtyard, nor was her collision with an tall, broad-shouldered and most importantly, unfamiliar body.
Keys, cellphones, pens, Ipods, and everything else you'd expect from a teenager spilled on the floor as Dani's bag and the kid's knapsack fell."Sorry," they mumbled at the same time, grabbing their stuff and walking away from the scene.
"Leia!" she called out to the dark-haired figure. "I'm sorry I'm late," she apologized. "I was with Matt."
Labels: Dani Greyson, Scrawled by Fleur
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