Description

❝ They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting. ❞ - John Green

General Information

Name
Peter was born and raised as Peter Conor Samuels. Peter, which means "rock or stone", or according to Google "a man's penis", was a name chosen by his mother, whilst Conor, meaning "lover of hounds", was chosen by his father. Needless to say, neither names were chosen because of their meanings.

Age
He has orbited the sun eighteen times, and his birthday is September 19, making his star sign Virgo, the virgin. If you're wondering, no, he is not a virgin.

Gender
Male

Grade
Senior, and he is one of the few people that will honestly miss being at school.

Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual, and is mildly homophobic.

Personality

Likes
» Sarcasm
» Being The Best
» Sports
» Being Liked
» Flirting
» Parties
» Being The Center Of Attention
» Being Spoilt
» Drama
» Music
» Lying

Dislikes
» Being Unpopular
» Losing
» Boredom
» Hangovers
» Drama Queens
» Whining
» Unpopular People

Fears
» Heights
» The Future
» Dying
» Being Hated

Quirks
» Always Carries A Coin, So It Can Be Used For Situations He Is Unsure Of For 'Heads Or Tails'
» Often Quotes Songs
» Rights With His Left Hand, But For Everything Else Is Right Handed

Personality
cock·y
1. Conceited or arrogant, esp. in a bold or cheeky way

Peter is extremely arrogant and egotistical. He is not afraid to voice his opinion or backchat, and nearly always has an insult or sarcastic remark. He has a knack of making people love him, including parents and teachers, which often comes in handy. He is constantly rolling his eyes and making stupid, immature innuendos. He insults people a lot, but afterwards will usually make a joke, almost as if to trick people into thinking that he is being a nice guy. He phrases his insults as compliments a lot, too, another way that he only comes across as rude to the victim of his remarks.

He is a 'spur of the moment' type of guy, though this is probably less to do with being brave and mysterious, and more to do with stupidity. Peter is not one to over think things or plan ahead, and has no idea what he will do after high school. That being said, he is sneaky and cunning, and what he is good at, he is brilliant at. This includes, but is not limited to; sports, maths, science, geography and lying. He is, however, terrible at English and has no interest in books.

Peter is a huge flirt, whether he is in a serious, committed relationship [which he has only been in once] or not. He doesn't really take anything seriously, including messing with people's emotions, and so he uses flirting as more of a hobby, though he does use it for benefit. His looks probably help, too. Peter sees himself pretty high on the 'attractive' scale, something which not many people would disagree with.

He has a very... harsh sense of humor. He finds it more hilarious when it involves the anger or suffering of suffering of someone else, which is why he enjoys comebacks and sarcastic remarks. A lot of the time, when he insults people, it's not on purpose, but rather because he thought the joke was funny. That being said, Peter is good at insulting people intentionally. He has a simple rule: Find a flaw, then expand it. For example, if someone has a bit more acne than usual, you comment on the overwhelming amount of spots on their face, or on a bad hair day comment on their hairstyle, or if they have skinnier friends, they tend to be more vulnerable to comments on weight. He takes your weaknesses and exploits them. If you hadn't guessed already, Peter is not a very nice person, and he also has a very bad temper, with a taste for revenge.

My Life

Relationships
Alex: "Friends"
Sebastian: Dislikes
Chris: Good Friends

Clique
Jock, he is one of the top players on the basketball team.

History
Peter was born into a good household to Dean and Camilla Samuels, with two older sisters, Patricia and Simone. The family wasn't well off exactly, but they certainly weren't poor. His father had a sturdy job at the local hardware store, where he was assistant manager, and his mother was a waitress at a fancy Italian restaurant downtown. He would play with his sister Simone, usually, who was about four years older than him, whilst Patricia, who was seven years older than him, would watch television and tell them to "shut the fuck up". This was probably where he got his foul mouth.

When he was five, his mother and father split up, much to Peter's surprise. He was too young to fully understand, but from what he could gather they didn't love each other anymore, which seemed ridiculous to him. He loved both his parents, why didn't they? It didn't come as a surprise to either of the sisters though, as they had stayed up long enough to hear their parents yelling at each other every night.

Peter was at first sent off to live with his mother, along with Patricia, in San Francisco. After several months they could tell that it clearly was not working, as he started to get more seclusive and bad tempered. He was sent back to his father and Simone, where he settled in much better, with a little extra help from his father, who excessively spoilt both his children. This is the main reason for Peter's gigantic ego, afterall, being told he is amazing his whole life and getting whatever he wants can hardly make him self conscious.

Other

Theme Song
TBA

Other
N/A

Password
Wallflowers Shall Unite

So begins...

Peter Samuels's Story

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#2013-04-23 00:29:28, as written by Boomstick

Three-hundred, ninety-three. Three-hundred, ninety-three bulges on the roof, well at least, that was how many Chris had managed to count before the alarm clock screeched and beeped. Turning his head on his small black pillow, he checked the time. 6:00 am, reaching out he pressed the little black button on the top left of the alarm clock turning the infernal noise off, and left alone in the silence; Chris went back to contently examining the roof. He had woken up at 5:30 thanks to the yelling that erupted from the floor below, probably his brother and 'sister' getting into another fight. It wasn't his problem, or at least, that is what he told himself and despite believing that; he couldn't fall back to sleep and instead spent the time daydreaming and counting the small globs of paint suspended above him.

Taking a deep breath, Chris sat bolt-right using the momentum to try and get some energy rushing into his veins while he was very much a morning person; it still took a few minutes for his mind to clear. The black blanket fell down to his hips reveal his bare midriff. The sudden morning chill sunk into his skin, and too stubborn to jump out and get dressed, Chris opted to scratch his stomach using the friction to build some heat in his lower abdomen. Three hours of sleep, argh, no more Duty so late. Chris grimaced at his poor life choices. Why stay up till two in the morning when he knew he would have to get up in three hours? Because he could that's why, and honestly, he hadn't know it was so late. Even though he told himself never again; he would probably be doing it again that night.

Pushing himself out of the bed, Chris let out a small hiss as his bare feet touched the cold wood floor, and he made his way to the hallway. Well, 'made his way' was a very polite term as shambling would have been a better term. His knees came up to his chest with each step as he hopped foot to foot trying to let his feet touch the ground as little as possible and with each touch he let out a small hiss, "Cold, cold, cold."

Chris was not blessed with his own bathroom, no, he was cursed with sharing the upstairs bathroom with his parents, and if he found another clog of human hair in the drain; he was going to be incredibly pissed. He preferred to not think about where it came from as his father was nearly bald and so if it came from him; it was more certainly body hair, and Chris knew for a fact that his mother shaved... That scene was still seared into his brain.

Knocking twice on the bathroom and listening to the silence after, Chris reckoned it was safe and opened the door stepping onto the even colder tile, but jumping foot to foot from the wood floor had given him time to get used to the cold floor, so it was no longer unbearable. Flicking on the lights, Chris took the time to examine himself in the mirror from his blue south park boxes peeking out from the top of his gray sweat pants, and his pale skin that got darker at his arms. Yes, he was a man with a massive farmers tan as, come on, he wasn't from new jersey and nor was he gay, so a full body tan wasn't his thing. His blond 'mane' was wild as bits of it stuck up at random angles including the glorious cow lick at the top. "You talking to me?" Chris said, raising an eyebrow at the reflection.

"You must be talking to me cause I don't see anyone else around." Chris said leaning close to the mirror trying to appear as somber and serious as he could before his face lit up in a huge smile that showed nearly all his teeth, "Good morning beautiful." With morning introductions out of the way, Chris hopped out of his sweatpants and into the shower with only one pissed off scream at the initial blast of cold water. Today was going to be one of those days.

After a long shower, two conditioner treatments, and a failed attempt at brushing down his wild hair; Chris stepped out of the bathroom with the small white towel tied around his waist only to find someone sitting on the top of the stairs. Sandra. Her long blond hair reached down to the middle of her back sweeping the back of her small black t-shirt that did not hide her bare midriff, along with tight, far too tight, black jeans. "Uh, well, isn't this awkward." Chris said. It wasn't eloquent, but it was the first thing that came to mind... and really, the only thing.

Sandra turned her head slowly fixing Chris with her bright blue eyes that were about to overflow in tears, "Oh, hey Cj. I didn't know you were in there."

Right. How could she not know he was in there? The shower was on, and Chris had been singing the entire time, 'We Didn't Start the Fire'... although he forgot half the names Billy slung out when he sung, but in the shower, who cares? "Well. This is still incredibly awkward, so I'ma just, you know, squeeze past ya here." Chris said taking a large step and clutching onto the towel trying to will it to not fall at this time.

"Ok... It's just.." Sandra stopped pretending like she didn't want to talk about it, but Chris knew better. How he hated when people did that. Pause to try and get the other person to nudge them into telling, but no. He wasn't going to fall for that trap. "Yea, I get it." Chris said with a shrug, "Just be like: Oui, you pissing me off. Now shut up before I deck you in the snoze. Works when I do it." Chris said before opening his door and flinging himself into the room congratulating himself on dodging that bullet. Seeing Sandra cry was definitely not on his 'want to do' list.

Finally free, he tossed the towel to the side and began to dress. It's fair to say that Chris isn't a fashionista. A plain gray t-shirt, blue carpenter jeans that hugged him in no way, and white Nike basketball shoes, he preferred the high tops that basketball shoes had compared to others. If the ankle was too low; it tripped him out. Felt like his foot was just going to pop out of the shoe. Finally content with his look; he glanced at his alarm clock and the cellphone laying next to it. Scooping it up; he checked the time, 6:43. Perfect... no breakfast today. He did notice the numerous text messages from various people, but he didn't feel like writing back. Touch screens had a way of pissing him off, and plus, it was no one too important.

Picking up his backpack and car keys, Chris opened his bedroom door only to find Sandra still there. "Jesus." He mumbled under his breath. Why did some people want to talk to him about their problems? He was an asshole. A fact he openly embraced. "I am heading out now. You have a nice day." Chris said plastering on a smile and giving her a very corny thumbs up.

"I'll try." Sandra said with a huff before setting her thin chin on her curled fist. "Do. Or do not." Chris said mimicking a certain tiny jedi, "There is no try." After which he skidded by her noticing she had a least given him a smile of pity which was better then nothing, but he pushed her out of his mind. He had better things to do... like be awesome. The house would be empty save for Sandra and his brother as he was probably still asleep in the downstairs bedroom, typical really. His parents would be at work as the diner opened incredibly early. Some people needed their hamburger fix at four in the morning.

Finally free from the pit of despair that was his house, Chris took a deep breath enjoying the way the morning air felt as it sunk into his lungs and energized his body. Alrighty, lets do this shit. He said giving himself a mental perk up.

The old 1975 dodge pick up was a 'gift' from his dad, but a car is a car and at least it was solid steal so if he did get in a wreck with someone, Chris would probably just be scrapping them from the bumper. The truck had a half/half paint job with the top half being a dull brown and the bottom being a lighter shade, if he had to pick a way to describe the color, it would be banana-nut muffin brown. The paint was scuffed here and there, but it was a good truck. Swinging open the door with a long creak, Chris hopped in and started the ignition... or tried to. The truck whined as the engine turned, and Chris started to mutter under his breath to coax the truck, "Come on bessie... Come on.... Daddy needs to go to places and get shit done."

As if on que, the engine roared to life. Stomping on the crutch, he shifted gears and took off down the street.

The drive was short but it gave him time to ponder. Like on last night. Tatiana... That Indian had insane Call of Duty skills. Chris didn't mind losing, but dear god, she beat him like a red-headed step child. At one time, he had thought she was using some crazy Indian voodoo, and she was always on the other team! Like she enjoyed beating him... which he was fairly sure she did. When Chris was losing, it was kind of comedic. He would talk in voices, make retarded sounds, and make really lame jokes as frustration made him laugh.

Chris could still briefly remember some of the things he had said; "Tatiana, why? Just why? I thought we were friends... We were going to go the distance.." Then she knifed him, "Now that's just not fair. Alright, you done it now. You gone and done the deed that broke the camels back, I am totally moving you to fourth on my phone. Yea, I wen.." Sniped. "Aw, come on, that was just low. That's it. I am totally not asking you to homecoming." Not that he was going to, but still. The sheer amount of slaughter was too much. It would take a few days to earn his ego back from that one.

But it was not the saddest moment of the night. Nope, the saddest was when he got into a two hour fight with a thirteen year old boy. The insults were very, very bad with most of it being "No, your mom sucks." And others incredibly childish taunts. So into the fight, Chris wasn't even sure if Tatiana had still been there or logged out or what, but he was also sure of one thing. That kid totally started it.

Riding into the parking lot and with a crunch of metal, Chris parked his truck and stepped out waving to a few people he knew, and to various people who called out to him. Did he know half of those people who called his name? Hell no, but they knew him which was good enough. Tossing his backpack over his shoulder, he checked his phone feeling like he had forgotten something. Going to text messages he sent one to both Tatiana and Peter, Oui, was I supposed to give someone a ride today? Cause, if I did, ha my bad. If not then sweet. What we doin' today? Content with the sent message, he headed for the school. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he would figure that out once he got his answer from Tat and Peter.

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#2013-04-23 19:50:13, as written by Fiery-Temper

❝ They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting. ❞ - John Green

Oui, was I supposed to give someone a ride today? Cause, if I did, ha my bad. If not then sweet. What we doin' today?

Fuck. As usual, Peter had slept in, only to wake up to the phone alert of a new text message. He glanced at the text message but forgot to write a response as he noticed the time, and gave a small yell of panic. He jumped up and grabbed a clean shirt from his cupboard, yanking it over his head. He always slept in just his boxers, so it didn't take long to get dressed. He hopped over to where he kept his comb on his desk as he slipped into his jeans, giving it a quick brush through and letting his parting fall into place before looking in the mirror. He gave himself a wink and seemingly satisfied with how he looked, grabbed his phone and bag and ran out of the room.

He hopped into his old yet still shiny Porsche, which his father had bought him as a sixteen birthday present even though the family could hardly afford it. Even though the family weren't that well off, even if they were above just 'getting by,' Peter's father seemed insistent on spoiling his children. Not that Peter complained, it wasn't his money, after all.

He arrived at the school a few minutes late, but the first class hadn't started yet, so he figured he would be alright. He grabbed his leather jacket from the passenger seat and slipped it on as he got out of the car, checking his hair in the mirror first before leaving. Peter reached for his keys in his pocket, all the whilst looking out for Chris. That was when he remembered the text message, and after locking his car, he took out his android.

Just arrived, where are yah? Heading towards the school now.

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#2013-04-25 00:50:35, as written by .euphoria.

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” ~Marilyn Monroe

Most of the night, Tatiana wasn't sleeping like she should have been. No, no she was playing Call of Duty with someone who truly needed to learn how to play better because he ended up playing a better than her sister. And, that is no compliment. After a while of beating everyone who entered, her mother finally told her to shut up and to go to sleep. But she chose to listen to her close friend, Chris argue with a little kid for about ten, twenty minutes before finally saying, "Dude, I'm going to sleep." And falling asleep with her television stuck on the channel, Disney Channel because she was too lazy to get up and actually change it to something else. The couple hours she got of sleep felt like nothing compared to what they actually were but that how it always was to the Indian girl. In the morning she woke up to the sound of Kesha's song Animal filling her ear meaning one thing, it was her alarm and time to get up. She groaned before rubbing her eyes and seeing the sight of her rather over weight cat, Bali laying against her outstretched leg along with her other cat, Aditi who was actually snuggling up against Bali. She smiled at the sight before sitting up in her bed, waking up at the same time but jumping on to the floor. She chuckled as she watched her two cats go underneath her queen size bed. "Aw, that's so cute." She said to her before getting out of her bed and going to her closet.

If you went into a normal girl's closet you would see mostly the same style all around but not with Tatiana. She had two sides that were completely different from each other. One was the Indian style clothes she out of the house to please her parents seeing that her twin sister always wore them and her parents loved to compare the two girls. She exhaled sharply, grabbing out one the overly colorful outfit and tossing it on her bed with a raised eyebrow before sliding the mirror to the other side to reveal all the actual clothes she wore during the school day. Looking at the various jeans and shirts, she decided on a gray no sleeve shirt with a pair of blue skinny jeans. She walked to her other wardrobe that held every pair of shoes, mostly sneakers that she owned. She crinkled her nose at the nigh heels she had which she only wore for athletic awards ceremonies. And even then she hated to wear them around her friends. She grabbed her new pair of gray sneakers and tossed them on her bed along with her outfit. She slipped her gray sweatpants off and her white baggy shirt before slipping them into her hamper by her door. "Ok, here we go with the rainbow outfit." She said to herself before grabbing the dress and walking into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

She put the outfit on the counter of the sink before starting the hot water, letting it steam up the large mirror that she was looking at. After a couple minutes of checking he social networking sites, she set Stitch IPhone on the counter with her clothes and stepped into the hot water. She let out a deep sigh as she spent five minutes washing up. And after finishing she turned the water off before grabbing her red towel and wrapping it around her athletic body. She stepped out of the shower and started to dry her body before slipping it around her long brown hair to keep it from soaking her dress. She put on her black undergarments before finally having the slip on the outfit she was dreading to wear ever since she got the package from her grandmother. In a total of ten minute she had dried her hair and left it down before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind her she could see her cats now in the blue bean bag chair and appeared to be cuddle with one another. "Aw, how cute." She heard someone say with a squeak of her two doors opening. She looked to see her twin brother and sister smirking as they leaned on the door. She groaned before speaking to the two, "Mērī dhat tērē kamarē sē bāhara jā'ō!" (Get out of my room!) She told them loudly in Hindi before seeing her brother, Aakanksh smirk even more before speaking. "We just wanted to know if you needed a ride, seeing that your car hasn't been fixed by those tools you call friends." She flicked him off before grabbing her Letterman's jacket and putting it on. "They're not tools just because they get girls and you can't." She told him while also grabbing her backpack and walking pass the two. She heard her sister chuckle while walking up behind Tatiana. "Look do you need a ride or not? Because we can let you run, you are on the track team after all." Her sister, Nandika said to her with sarcasm in her voice. Tatiana shook her head as they walked down the stairs, shockingly all in rhyme with one another. Guess it was a triplet thing for them. She check her phone and saw she had a text from Chris. Hopefully saying he was outside, waiting for her to hurry her ass up. But, nope. She groaned as she read the text, Oui, was I supposed to give someone a ride today? Cause, if I did, ha my bad. If not then sweet. What we doin' today?

She rolled her eyes, knowing he would forget. Yea, you were suppose to pick me up... Remember seeing that my car is a piece of crap and I wouldn't have to ride with my twins. She slipped her phone into her messager bag before looking at her older brother. "Yes I need a ride today." She said before fixing her the strap of her bag on her shoulder as the three of them walked out of their large home and to Aakanksh and Nandika's shared black Bentley. "Keep the top up." Tatiana said as she opened her bag to reveal the actual clothes she was going to wear for the day. "Okay?" Her brother said with a raised eyebrow as he slipped in the front seat and started the car. Tatiana slipped into the back seat by herself and started to slip her dress off along with the leggings as they started to drive off before slipping on the gray shirt and blue jeans. Accidently kicking her brother in the head. "Goddamn Chandanika Shankhamala Mahankali! Why can't you change at school?!" He asked in a loud voice, keeping his eyes on the road. "And risk getting teased by Jason, Peter, most defiantly Chris? I don't think so." She said, slipping on her new sneakers. Once she was finally done changing, she left her clothes in the backseat before sitting up correctly and looking out the window as they pulled up to the school.

Once they parking the car, Tatiana quickly got out of the car along with her siblings as they went their different ways, Nandika went to the cheerleaders, Aakanksh went to the wallflowers, and Tatiana of course went to look for her two close friends of the jocks, knowing that Jason was going to get the little flirt of his, Angelina. So, she was off to look for Chris and Peter or... knowing her, make them meet her at her locker. She walked inside the building and directly to her locker which was a couple of lockers away from one of the guys she actually had feelings for, Jacob. When she saw him, her eyes went down to the ground as she walked right to her red locker which had a sign on it with her name along with all the teams she was on... All of them: track, rugby, gymnastics, and soccer. And on the inside it was surprisingly neat with a couple of pictures of her and her teammates. She grabbed out her The Great Gatsby book and put it in her bag before taking out her phone to text Pete and Chris. Both of you, meet me by my locker. She sent the text before seeing she got a text from Jason about a party. She smiled and nodded before putting her phone into her jacket pocket and leaning against her locker, waiting for either the two males to come to her locker or to reply to the text.

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#2013-04-25 02:44:08, as written by Boomstick

It felt like only moments before his phone vibrated in his back pocket sending unpleasant tingles running down his spine and left leg. Snaking his hand to his back pocket, he retreved the phone before his leg jerked, and he looked like a complete fool, but then, if someone had seen him dance then there was no doubt about the 'fool' bit. Chris tenderly referred to his dance style as the 'standing seizure'. Sadly, when Chris was dancing; he was dancing till he dropped because who cares about how one danced? As long as they had fun, wasn't that enough? What is the point in impressing others with how well one can shake their ass?

Glancing at the screen, Chris took in a sharp breath, "Aw, shit." Yea, you were suppose to pick me up... Remember seeing that my car is a piece of crap and I wouldn't have to ride with my twins. Of all people, why did he forget her? Somehow, somewhere, and sometime; he was sure he would be regretting that decision, but, hey, things happen?... Constantly as this wasn't the first time he had forgotten. He didn't reply as, honestly, Chris didn't want to get in trouble. Tatiana could be quite scary, and she already spanked him enough last night, and it wasn't the fun kind.

Free for the time being; he decided to raid his locker. Managing to get past the numerous people that said hi to him, the 'bro-hugs'. the loud cries of "Chris!" And then the large, bone-crushing hugs from both men and women; Chris managed to get to his locker with all his limbs intact which was always a bonus. Jesus Chris mentally sighed, it always seemed to be him. He had noticed he acted, almost, like a bridge. How many people knew other people through him? A lot. 'He is a friend of Chris.' God, how many times had he heard that line. Was he the guy that just seemed to know everyone? Cause, honestly, Chris really didn't pay enough attention to be that guy, but whatever, if it worked then it worked.

Opening the door of the locker slowly, Chris braced himself should anything tumble out which was a common event. Chris had a terrible habit of not emptying out his things. His backpack was also littered with old, crumpled paper and homework assignments. It wasn't that he was a pack-rat, far from it; he just could never be bothered to clean them out. Running his eyes over the massive amount of paper, old books, and broken pencils; Chris let out a whistle. He had really out done himself. I should probably clean that up a little... Chris pondered before breaking into a large smile, Aw, who am I kidding? I ain't gonna do it.

Bracing his hand against the leaning tower of procrastination; Chris carefully began to slide out his History project. "Come to daddy.." He whispered under his breath before it slipped loose, "Haha!" He roared in triumph as he slammed the door shut to stop anything from escaping. His victory was short lived as once again, his behind started to viberated sending a chill down his back, snaking in; he pulled out the phone finding two new messages one from Peter and Jason.

Party at 9 @ Mine tonight, bring as much alcohol as humanly possible.
Invite everyone and anyone.

Chris re-read the message before texting back, Do I want to get incredibly wasted and then make a complete ass out of myself in front of the entire student body whilst not giving a single fuck? Hell, yes I do. Sign me up, and put me down for a couple bottles of Jim Bean. Clicking the send button, he clicked on the next message on the list.

Just arrived, where are yah? Heading towards the school now. Chris read the message over again and noticed that out of his inner circle he had gotten to school first. That was... well, kinda sad. The big, dumb blond quarterback got to school first. Not that he believed himself to be stupid, but he knew he fit the stereotype of 'jock' perfectly, but hey, if he was happy with being himself, why should he change? He didn't pretend to be 'cool' nor did he try to 'fit' in. This was just who he was, it just happened to be what everyone else considered to be popular.

Before he could start working on a witty message, his hand vibrated as yet another message popped up, this one from Tatiana. Chris was tempted to go back to Peter's text, but he couldn't resist his curiosity at her text. Both of you, meet me by my locker.

Chris couldn't help but laugh at that. So demanding. Almost like he, and either Peter or Jason, were dogs, but that was what he liked about her. So direct. He went back to Peter's message, and typed, Heading to Tatiana's locker. You know how she is.

While he wasn't able to be clever; Chris figured it would be good enough, he would try harder on the next message. Bringing back up Tatiana's text, he entered his message and sent it. Yessa Massa. Right away Massa.

Sliding the phone back in his pocket, Chris zipped open his backpack and crammed the history essay into its dark abyss. Slinging it over his shoulder he took off down the hallway once more engaging in the never ending 'Hellos!' and hugs, but once again, Chris managed to fight his way through the people to Tatiana's locker and spotted the Massa herself.

"Top of the morning to ya!" Chris called out unnecessarily loud because why not? Chris didn't really notice what she was wearing because while looking at her; he didn't really look at her. He did notice Jacob leaning against his locker and for reasons beyond his knowledge, grew annoyed, "Oh my sweet Jebus." Chris said shaking his head, "Ugh, I surf and am so deep." He mimicked sagging his shoulders and lowering his voice, "I give off this mysterious aura to give off this feeling of being more interesting then a piece of plain paper. God." Chris said before flamboyantly flipping his head to the side sending his 'mane' fluttering, "Why does no one get me?"

Leaning against the locker, Chris intertwined his arms and raised his eyebrow at her, "You know what you need to do?" Chris said to her as, it was quite obvious she liked him. Spend as much time with her as Chris did and it was easy to notice when someone fell silent especially when they were as outspoken as Tatiana. He didn't consider himself to be the most observant man, but he wasn't stupid, "You need to walk up to him. Get really, really close." Chris said using his hands to demonstrate how close she should get, "Look him dead in the eyes." He said pointing to his eyes, "And be like: I like ya, and I want ya." He said making his voice as deep as possible, "Now, we can do this the easy way. Or we can do this the hard way." Chris suddenly stopped and flashed one of his large smile, "It works for convicts in prison. You know, shower time. Same concept really."

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#2013-04-25 23:27:50, as written by Fiery-Temper

❝ They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting. ❞

Peter walked into the school, nodding at people he recognised and giving a few attractive females winks as he walked by, all the while looking out for Christopher. His phone buzzed, and he looked down immediately.

Party at 9 @ Mine tonight, bring as much alcohol as humanly possible.
Invite everyone and anyone.

A grin spread across his cheeks and he tapped in a quick response to Jason. His parties were always great, and you always had a massive hangover the next day. Peter couldn't wait.

Sweet, dude. I'm coming, obviously.

He had just pressed send, when two messages in quick succession vibrated his phone - one from Chris, the other from Tatiana. He checked the one from Chris first, which informed him that he was heading to Tatiana's locker, and then the one from her.

Both of you, meet me by my locker.

Well, that explained it. She was hardly going to send a message like that to Peter but not Chris. He chuckled under his breath as he reached his locker, taking out his books for his first few classes. He glanced in the mirror he had hidden in the back of his locker, and moved his side bangs slightly, before giving himself a wink. He couldn't help but chuckle at how cliche everything seemed, as if they were in some kids high school movie. Even all the cliques seemed to match exactly how they were portrayed on screen, and he wondered if this was the same in all high schools around the country.

He started making his way to Tatiana's locker, and saw Chris leaning agains it, obscuring who Peter assumed was Tatiana he was talking to, from view. "-shower time. Same concept really."
"What the fuck are you on about, Chris?" Peter asked him as he went to stand beside him. "Shower time?" He raised an eyebrow at his friend and gave him a friendly punch in the arm.

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#2013-04-26 11:55:00, as written by OurStars

As Laurel walks, or rather wanders, she notices nothing short of several things about some of the people that she sees milling about the crowded hallways. A girl walks by her, one she's seen before from a distance, with an elegance that even rapid fire modes wouldn't be able to accurately capture. For a moment, she wishes that she had a video camera, but soon the girl has apparently disappeared into the library. She then escapes the mind, being out of sight, if only because the young woman with the camera around her neck, hanging like the designer accessories other girls might wear, is distracted by the colorful variety of people in this school. She's accustomed to eclectically populated schools, of course, but likes to take the time to appreciate the variation present in each of those schools which she has attended. It helps to keep them from blurring together until she can't remember who went to which school, and what happened where. Sometimes, the young woman will see a person walking by and swear that they attended her elementary school, even though her elementary schools were, for the most part, overseas. At some point or another, Laurel finally realizes that she has let people-watching get her original goal out of her mind, and that she is going in the completely wrong direction. Thus, she retraces her steps towards the front of the school, passing by a blonde boy whom she actually has photographs of in her camera. Honestly, it is probably creepy, though she had no intention for it to be. But she saw him lying in the grass cloud-gazing, and it was simply instinctive to take a picture of the scene, if only because his expression was so innocently serene: as though someone had taken the expression of a sleepy child and grafted it onto a teenaged body.

She also notices as a good portion of the student body, or rather those who are either beautiful or expensively clothed, suddenly take out their phones and check them. Getting a message from the mothership? a little voice in the back of Laurel's mind asks. Still, she has played the part of jocks and preps before, though swimming had only been enough to keep her on the bottom rungs of little ladder within a ladder that is those at the top of the food chain. But not this time, she has promised herself. This time she won't just be the person who kind of fits in with a clique, but doesn't really know anyone. That's what Laurel tells herself, anyway, but that is the easier part of the task. Actually breaking the habit of anonymity is what can be slightly tasking. It might be easier now, at least easier than it might have been in middle school and the earlier years of high school, because she has finally grown into her limbs, which were once awkwardly long, like a baby giraffe. Still, it's several years too early for her to make any claim at elegance, as far as she herself is concerned.

An Indian girl seems to be trying not to stare at a young man with blond hair that leans against his locker and looks the picture of a skater or surfer sort. Laurel manages to recall the first time she ever rode a skateboard, resulting in a down-to-the-bone skinned knee and a trip to the hospital. Regardless of the pain associated with it, or perhaps because it has been so many years that she can fancy it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did, the memory is a fond one. Laurel is fond of all memories, regardless of their content, because she is a nostalgic sort of person, and likes to remember her past with as much clarity as possible. When she was younger, she read somewhere that one can develop a photographic memory by dwelling on the past too much. While she doesn't believe that, and has no desire to develop photographic memory, if it existed she might have it now. Of course, half of her remains focused on the present, evenly splitting her mind and leaving not even a crumb for thoughts towards the future. It would just have to wait.

She is startled out of her nostalgia by a loud and distinct voice, the sort that carries but has little weight, greeting an individual at a volume typically reserved for those who are addressing large crowds or injured, and crying for help. Another guy shows up, probably saying something before punching the blond one in the arm lightly. Apparently done watching them, or perhaps having once again realized that she does need to find her class in some vain attempt to beat the rush, Laurel looks away from the trio and spots another number, though it has a letter attached to it. They are near administration, or maybe that is just a utility closet. The labeling systems tend to vary, she's found, and Laurel doesn't want to chance walking into a utility closet and, by some miraculous stroke of poor fortune, finding herself locked in. It would be better to ask a student, perhaps, but she can't really identify properly who would be an ideal candidate for this. The trio seems occupied, the graceful girl is long gone, and the cloud-watcher is equally not here. Without a better alternative, she snaps a photograph of the scene before her. The trio, all angled slightly so that it is natural for them to look at the blond young man checking his phone. It looks a bit like one of those anti-bullying photos, except that neither party really seems to care. "Right. Enough of that, then," Laurel murmurs under her breath, words lost in the crowd before the makes the executive decision to take a right and hope that it is the right way to go, no horribly bad pun intended. She still has the camera in her hand, of course, but it is such a typical feeling that she hardly notices it there. With this, Laurel simply begins walking.

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Peter Samuels

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a character in “Understand The Highschool Cliques”, as played by Fiery-Temper

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