Jack Newton's words elicited a collection of sniggers and uneasy chuckles throughout the group of guys gathered together behind the vast back wall of the high school gymnasium. Jack was the poster boy of every archetypical big, nasty football guy--there always seems to be at least one in every high school. Standing at six feet three inches, barrel-chested and rugged, with a sharp crew cut and a mean glare--the kind of guy everyone wants to be friends with, because they know otherwise he's gonna make life hell for them.
The whole thing had been his idea. His cruel little game, and it hadn't been hard for him and his tight-knit gang of dim-witted schoolyard bullies to rope in anyone else who didn't want to end up spending the rest of their high school years being ridiculed if they didn't take part. One little 'dare', so to speak, borne of the wicked little mind that belonged to Jack Newton.
Before him stood the aforementioned five guys--selected to be the lucky partakers of the dare. Five people who differed from one another in just about every way. On one end, you had Reiner Solan--the 6'2 party dude and resident 'heartbreaker' if the word amongst the girls was to be trusted. And on the other you had skinny little Fredrico Carrera--Jack was pretty sure he'd never heard a word out of him before, though he could vaguely recall shoving the kid's perpetually hat-clad head into a locker....or hell, might've been someone else, Jack couldn't be arsed to remember everybody he shoved into lockers. And between them was another three guys--popular, well-known, outcast, whatever; there was hardly a thing in common amongst them, except that each one of them had been selected to undertake this dare.
And as for the dare itself...
"Hat boy," Jack ordered flatly at Fredrico. "Your hat." Without waiting for a responce he reached out one long, musclebound arm and, with surprising agility, snatched it off Fredrico's head, turning it upside down and holding it out to one of his smirking buddies, who proceeded to shove a few scraps of folded up paper into the interior of the hat. "On each scrap of paper," Jack announced as he went down the line of guys, holding the hat out for each to take their mark from. "is written the name of one girl. One girl who's crazy enough, shy enough, quiet enough, cold enough, or just plain bitchy enough, that the whole dare is to get that one girl to fall for you..." He paused as Reiner, the last person to pull from the hat, reached in, before smirking and tossing the hat back at Fredrico's head. "...well, you all know the goal. All you gotta do it get 'em to say those three magic little words," he finished with a mocking, sardonic tone. "And if you fail, or if you chicken out...well, everyone's gonna know how much of a fuckin' pussy you are." The rest of the guys snickered at the words--hell, they didn't care anymore. As long as it wasn't their head on the chopping block, they could give a shit less what happened to the five unlucky bastards who'd been singled out for it.
"Well?" Jack smirked as he returned to his place, standing before the five, looking over at them.
As the motley little group of guys awaited the answer, in the distance, the shrill call of the electric bell signalled the end of break time. Those assembled began to depart for their third period classes of the day, casting smirks, or pitying glances, back towards the five still lined up, still holding the scraps of paper, each with one name on it.
But Felix needed a quick way to change his image and win credibility with the ‘in’ crowd. To that end, this dare was a do-or-die mission. Failure was likely and costly, but no more damaging than refusing to take part.
He kept his eyes down until he was called to draw a name from the hat, then looked up and tentatively reached out. He tried to stop his mind from running through the faces of girls he expected to be included in the pool of names...mostly cheerleaders, preps, class presidents, the usual shower of totally inaccessible females a guy could only hope to be seen with to earn respect, irrespective of whether or not he actually liked the girl in question.
He took a step back and slowly unfurled the paper. He had to read the name three times before he could believe what he was seeing. Vivianne? He’d been expecting girls from the ‘in’ crowd. At least that would have been a step in the right direction even if he failed. The problem with Vivianne was that she fell a little too close to the kind of person he used to hang out with. What’s worse is that even when he hung out with the gamer nerds, Vivianne would still have been an impossible conquest. They say no man is an island...well, Vivianne was not only an island. She was Alcatraz. An island with fifty foot walls and gun emplacements that would shoot you down before you’d even requested permission to land.
He folded the scrap up, gulped and looked up at Jack.
“No problem.” He muttered, unconvincingly trying to convey a false sense of confidence. “Looks like I got off easy. Shouldn’t be too much of a challenge.”
Popping back into reality he looked at Jack‚ Felix wasn't that far away from Jack and he had a little slip of paper in his hand. The way it looked‚ Felix must have just drawn‚ and the way he read the paper made him look like he wasn't to sure about his. Asa chuckled‚ and he was getting a little more anxious to learn who he was going to get. He didn't care what people in the school thought of him‚ but dropping out of this dare would be more than damaging for the rest the time he was here. Not a good thing since he had pretty good standing‚ and he really didn't feel like losing that standing just yet.
He waited for Jack to call him up‚ the end of their break was coming up soon and he was getting impatient. There were other places he could have been‚ being much more productive‚ and most definitely places where he would be able to do more of what he wanted. Finally hearing his name called‚ Asa walked up to the hat and drew. He didn't wait‚ the second the paper was in his hand he opened it up and brought it up to read it. Asa closed his hand around the paper and laughed‚ this was going to be fun‚ Codex. He knew of her‚ never actually talked to her though. It was odd that he hadn't‚ from what he heard‚ she was talkative and very charismatic. Just his type of girl. He looked at Jack with a grin. "Why thanks‚ this is going to be great for me."
Marloe watched as scraps of paper were taken out of the hat and various looks appeared on his peers faces. Soon enough, it was his turn to choose, and so he placed his hand into the hat and began to feel around. Marloe hesitated slightly as he considered who Jack would have put in the hat, fairly convinced that it wouldn't be a fair bunch of choices. Marloe was useless with girls as it was, let alone girls that were almost impossible to even talk to. He knew he would have to be very smart about how he would go about his assigned girl. Finally, Marloe gripped a folded slip of paper between his index and middle fingers and pulled it from the hat, holding it vertically before taking it with his other hand and slowly unfolding it. Marloe's face turned concerned and then almost angry, he shook his head and looked up at Jack. "Are you serious man? Why would you even put -her- in here?" He looked down at the name again, 'Leah Fields'. Leah was pretty much the most popular girl in the entire school, everyone knew her and everyone wanted her, yet no one could have her. Now, Jack was expecting him to make her fall in love with him. Marloe recalled how she had reacted when someone had called her by her first name once, and another time by a nickname, it certainly wasn't pretty. That then was at least one piece of information that would come at an advantage. Marloe was fairly sure she was amongst the group of girls that had put him down once, one of them actually hitting him with a big pile of mash potatos in the cafeteria. Marloe didn't get rid of the, 'Mr Potato Head' nickname for quite a long time, and was unsure whether or not she would mention that in the future.
"You've gotta be kidding, I want to re-draw!" By the time Marloe had said this, everyone had finished, and Jacks face clearly showed that he wouldn't be able to take another name. With a sigh, he decided to accept it and just get on with what would need to be done, simply pushing past the others when the bell sounded and left the area before any of the boys. Marloe was in deep thought as he walked away, considering all the ways that this could end. With another sigh he looked down, then back up, ready for whatever awaited him. Good thing he was in the same class as Leah now, he could get straight to work. Oh joy...
(Leah, if you think that me putting us in the same class is too god-moddy then just let me know and I'll edit it out xD Guess that applies for everyone also, just let me know ^^)
A lone figure leaned against the wall of the old abandoned gym wing located some distance from the main areas of the school, singing (if it could be called that) along to the lyrics of Carcass's 'Cross My Heart'--a death'n'roll classic, and whilst it certainly wasn't her favourite from Carcass, you couldn't deny that. The old gymnasium wing was no longer in use, after a new one had been built far closer to the campus hub--most likely because of all the students who were late due to classes on account of having to walk the distance every day--but for whatever reason, maybe because of money, they'd never gotten around to actually tearing down the old building. So it now stood, like the proud, aloof ruins of an ancient civilisation, slowly rotting and decaying.
And on any given day during the first break and the lunch break, one could find Isabella et Violaine prowling around the yellowing concrete structure, like a phantom haunting its old place of residence, scaring off those who would disturb its resting place. The fact that few people came around here was rather congruent with the desires of the girl who refused to be called as anything but Izzie to be left utterly alone by everyone and everything, so she could come here, smoke, listen to music, drink, do whatever the hell she wanted, really, without being bothered. Not that most people really saw fit to bother her anyway. Didn't seem there was much desire amongst the student body to approach (and then subsequently by soundly rebuffed by) a hostile, bitter former runaway. Izzie figured that was for the better. Both for herself and for everyone else.
The seventeen year old 'delinquent', as many would say just from the look of her, felt the metal-studded back of the leather jacket she wore, resting against the crumbling concrete of the building; wrist bands adorned with spikes and studs peeked out from beneath the folds of the sleeves. A gentle breeze rolled through the school fields and up into the abandoned gym wing, ruffling through the shocks of stiff, wiry black hair adorning her head, carrying with it the grey wisps of smoke issuing from the cigarette that rested between her thin, cold lips, bobbing up and down as she murmured along with the song.
"Time ain't no great healer, quickly senses numb; come and cross my heart, void and null--love is a weakness, lust conquers all...cross my heart and hope to die..."
Distantly she heard the sound of the bell sounding, signalling the return to class. Which brought a smirk to Izzie's lips as she reached up and took the cigarette from her lips, exhaling a steady stream of thin smoke. She didn't feel like going to class right now. So she just wasn't going to. It was nice out here, she figured; the weather was cool without being too damn cold, there was a nice breeze about, she felt right at home here. Her backpack was laid out besides her on the ground; on top of it, a notebook, opened to a sheet of paper upon which one could find writing--her writing.
Izzie preferred to think of them as lyrics. Poetry just sounded so...so weak. So effeminate. So delicate. But until they were put to an actual song (and that'd be the friggin' day)...they kinda were poetry, much as she hated the word.
And she could only imagine the reaction if the idiots at the school found out that she wrote poetry. It'd show that there was more to her than just drugs, violence, and metal--and she didn't need anyone to know that. She was just fine with nobody ever knowing anything about her except that she was the kind of person that nobody wanted to know anything about.
Vivianne was sitting down in a school chair, earphones in her ears listening to music. Her black hair was fringed in the way of one eye, the other visable and adorned with light purple eyeshadow, trying to keep her feminine look reasonably simple. She wasn't trying to impress anyone, so she wasn't going to put on pounds of makeup. In Vivianne's mentally and physically outspoken opinion, No boy was ever worth the time or heartache. This is my last year, all I have to do is keep up the good work at everything I've done until now, guys aren't worth it. Also, Dr.Phil is so stupid, love is the lie of the century, it's just one big scam, and people who be so much more wealthy if they didn't waste money on valentines day gifts, birthday gifts, and all that jazz for their 'lover'. I don't need the acceptance of these freaks who wear their hearts on their sleeves, begging people to shatter them into a million sorrowful pieces. I saw how bad it hurt mom when dad left her for that skanky little bitch, how hard it still is for her to cope day to day.I don't want or need something like that.. ever. She smirked at her video game, sliently laughing. She'd beat it for the seventh time. She turned off her 3DS after she'd saved her progress and switched the games from the console. She smirked, this was a new game she'd bought, and she was dying to play it. She ran her finger over the power button, turning it back on.
She really had too much free time. She didn't bother looking up at her fellow classmates, she hated them. She may have tried to socialize with the girls, but it was all too much about boys and dating or even worse topics. The girls in her classes giggled and gossiped about more provocative ones she didn't care about. They'd ask her what boy she liked in highschool and she flipped the cheerleaders off. She didn't have the best reputation. She was a nerd and she held herself like a badass, but Vivianne had never been in a full-on fist fight. She'd fought one girl in her first year of highschool, but she'd only got a bloodied lip, and the other girl got her nose broken cause Vivianne tripped her and her nose hit hard. Ever since then, not as many girls picked on her, but not many tried speaking to her anymore either. Somewhere inside she felt depressed, it was kind of lonely having no one for eight hours, but she eventually started texting her mom and younger brother while in school. She pressed start on her zelda game after the theme played in her headphones, her fingers began hitting the 'x' button repeatedly, not caring much about the dialogue. Once the game truly started, her fingers began working the d-pad and buttons expertedly, she'd played Ocarina of time before, but not on her 3DS.. the graphics were pretty fucking awesome, she had to admit.
Vivianne got picked on a lot, so she had even less motivation to speak to those currently around her.. Who would want to talk to a crowd that hates them automatically? She didn't have anything to say to her fellow classmates or teachers other than a big, fat, Fuck you. None of them would understand anything she had to tell them anyway, and even if they did, they couldn't do anything to help fix her, they just couldn't. It was a simple fact, if they could, maybe she would've already let them. None of them could fix what she went through, none of them could make her forget, nor did any of them care to try. The boys just wanted a 'fun time', and pretended to care for a little while, but they were all the same really. Meanwhile the girls just wanted a boy's arm twined with their own, no matter what the cost. It made her physically sick having to witness this five days a week. Having a boyfriend and falling in love was the least of her worries, and definately not in any of her priorities. School, getting a job, taking care of herself, her mom and her brother, that's what she cared about.. Realistically, how was her brother supposed to grow up like a proper man without a father figure to answer dire questions? Sure it was very possible for him to be raised perfectly fine without a father, it happens, but it put him at a disadvantage, Her grandfather skipped out on her dad. She was paranoid her younger brother would grow up to be just like their father. Who was he supposed to go to when he began getting intimately interested? No boy really wants to ask their mom.. She felt herself gripping the DS way too hard, and she took a deep breath trying to avoid such thoughts, loosening her grip. She couldn't help her grudge on men, the way her father did her family, she couldn't pull herself to even look one in the eyes anymore.. she hated them, she hated them for something they didn't do, something none of them had any control over. Though who ever admits they're being childish and wrong about holding a sterotypical grudge? Especially how many teens? She couldn't admit to herself that she was being silly, that pretending to be antisocial was wrong, pretending she couldn't talk was lying. She just, didn't want to put herself out there, because with all her current defensive measures, no one could truly hurt her emotionally anymore. She could honestly brush it off because no one knew her, for who she really was.
No one at school knew anything about Vivianne other than her name, age, that she liked video games, and possibly her class schedual, nothing more. No one would know her favorite color was blue. No one knew she had a kitten named Loki. No one knew she read to kids with cancer.. No one knew she couldn't swim, or that she had Asthma. Not a single one of her classmates, or the school staff knew Vivi, they just knew Vivianne. They knew the girl who had no friends, the girl who never spoke a word, the girl who hated guys. The girl who had a 4.0, and the girl who skipped Gym class, and any other physical school function. They knew her robotic security system, not the real girl hidden inside. Vivianne wasn't even sure that she knew herself anymore, she only had two friends outside of school, and since they went to separate schools she only got to hang out with them at her house. As long as the boys stayed away from her this year, she'd live a smooth, drama free, nerd life and would be able to move on, try to fix herself slowly but surely. However, seeing as she knew a bit about the guys here, they must've had a plan to ruin the senior year. Some kind of prank. She was confident she was ready for anything, anyone could throw at her however.
Bring it on.. I'm not breaking you son of a bitches.
"Twenty bucks." he said finally, "It's not like I'm asking you to do much. Nothing you probably don't almost do most days anyway!"
Danny, the kid, grinned up at Felix smugly and shook his head. "Yeah but this is for real. I could get my ass kicked for doing this."
"You won't." Felix answered, "Just wear a cap or something. She'll have her eyes fixed on her game anyway, she'll never see you coming."
Danny paused a while longer. "Fifty bucks. No less."
"Do I look like I have fifty bucks?"
"No, you look like you got a problem you need me to fix."
Felix grumbled. "OK, I don't have it now but alright. Fifty bucks. You know where I mean? It's close to where she lives."
"Yeah I'll be there. After school today. No worries."
Felix nodded, and shuffled away from the cocky child. Danny sure had an attitude, but that was probably the only reason he'd agreed to Felix's plan. And now Felix needed to keep a distance from it and get to class. He hurried along and got to the classroom, slipping in and taking a seat, recieving a quizzical glower from the teacher for being late. It wasn't like Felix to be late, but he'd been doing it more often lately, as part of his various pursuits to win respect among a new crowd.
He ignored the teacher and just sat down. He knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything all day, apart from this cock-eyed scheme which would take place after school. He just needed to be sure he was near to the parkside lake close to where Vivianne lived in plenty of time. Right place at the right time. Damn it would be hard to make that convincing...
Tapping the edge of her phone she waited for the familiar sound of the bell ringing, she was in need of some sort of distraction soon enough especially after the events in the Field's house this morning. Even though it was quite a few hours past the incident it still drove Leah's mind to the edge. The morning was just another excuse for her father to start on Leah's appearance with the glossed and straightened hair, light touch of make up, the manicured nails and whatnot. He spent practically every second complaining about how the women of the family were all into excessive materials and looks to capture guys. It was lucky enough that she was used to all this behavior and kept her mouth shut. Maybe she should've just spoken up about how it was him that demanded that the Fields kept their image, she couldn't just walk out the house in rags.. It might have brought an end to the torment rather than living the breakfast table mid-way without a word as she did earning snarky comments from her brothers.
The mere flashback brought a frown to her face, but she quickly wiped it away before one of the girls decided to question her on the matter and the last thing she needed was confrontation. Keeping her family's truth didn't seem as difficult as she thought it would, she had kept a barrier around her hardly letting anyone close actually make that no one. There was no one that Leah opened up to, not even the slightest and maybe that is what gave her the whole bitchy and stuck-up personality where many people saw it that she believed to be better than them. Then again Leah couldn't blame them that is what she came across like.
"So are you going to that party next saturday Leah?" a girl asked with a wide grin, snapping Leah out of her train of thoughts.
Leah frowned for a second and pulled away from leaning as she stood up straight "Did you just say Leah?" she asked in a stern voice with a quirked eyebrow.
The girl flinched a little at the tone of voice from Leah's voice "I'm.. sorr-y-y.. I meant Miss.Fields" the girl replied with a stutter.
Being in a frustrated mood beforehand usually meant that when it got to school and conversing with the public, Leah wasn't the sweetest character. "You know better than to make a slip-up like that.. I don't remember saying you could say Leah" she responded with a scoff, using the back of her hand to brush the ends of her from her shoulder.
The girl merely nodded, and before another voice could interrupt the ringing of the bell became the interception and the end of the conversation. Leah took a sigh of relief underneath her breath and without another word she walked off carrying her black bag in hand making her way to the next class. She kept her head held high, keeping on the fake smile which came across more as a confident smirk rather than anything else. Passing a group of jocks she rolled her eyes at their comments and looks just as she approached the door she was searching for. Looking over her wrist watch she noticed she was just in time and slipped in as other classmates gave her way.
"Codex, normal kids look forward to senior year.." One of the girls said, giggling a little as Codex had a quick answer to that.
"Who said I was normal?" The group all laughing again, with the laughter a cocky grin had plastered itself upon Codex's face. "I can scare a freshman! Be late for class, drive to school, and even cut in the lunch line." It was good to be back, she wasn't one to brag but she could bet she could make almost anyone laugh. There were a few that she knew not to bother, she understood that they didn't want to be bothered anyway. She wasn't one for making someone mad, she tries her best to stay on everyone's good side. "What's your class?" Codex asked as if she didn't care, but she did. She needed at least one friend in a class with her or she was the shy Codex. All of the group named off their classes. Not a one with her. "Well damn.." She grumbled as she took a deep breath, "Well..I'm off to learn science." She mused holding up a thumbs up and making a stupid face, trying to sound a little excited hoping to get a few giggles and chuckles from her friends. She succeeded. To her, laughter was a candy, it seemed to be what she craved. Sure a lot of people said she was "to" happy, but it was just her. But everyone has their low moments and off days, she just decides to keep those to herself..
She gave a small nod to all of her friends as she turned to go upstairs to the science hall. She was in her normal clothing. Today it was a pair of light gray skinny jeans that went well with her dark purple shirt that hung over her right shoulder. This was one of her favorite shirts too, it was her favorite color for one, but what made it one of her favorites was the design. It was like the night sky, it was from black at the top as it faded to the purple at the bottom, having stars and the moon on it. Her tank top under it was a blue color, which surprisingly matched quiet well with the shirt. Topping everything off were her white TOMs that she had just bought yesterday. Her blonde hair was left curly and it cascaded down to about the middle of her back. A smirk spread on her lips as she had just stepped in the room when the bell rung. "Right on time." She said as she arched a comical brow and gave a thumbs up to the teacher. With a laugh the teacher pointed to a seat in the back. Codex looked around the class, mostly sophomores and freshmen from first glance. Sure it was a little disappointing not having a senior but she would deal with it, hopefully another junior would walking in late..even better if a senior did. She smiled as she saw a few people glance back at her when she had sat down.
Rhiannon was sitting in the art room drawing. While the outside was enticing, there were far too many people out there and she'd much prefer to stay away from them. Her music was up on full volume and she was smudging the charcoal around on the paper. Rhia hated charcoal, either it smudged to much, or not enough, it was really hard to get the exact shade she wanted, and it never went where she wanted it to go. She pressed the kneaded eraser down on the paper, trying to lighten some of the areas where the shading was too dark. This project wasn't going anywhere near the way she wanted it to.
Pushing the project away, she grabbed a new sheet of paper and started to sketch. Not that long after the teacher tapped her on her shoulder. Rhiannon turned off her music and looked up at him, "yeah?"
"It's time for your next class, better get there soon."
Rhia glanced at the clock and her eyes widened, she was going to be late. She started to shove everything away, packing up her papers and other art supplies. She wiped the table quickly with a kleenex, slung her bag over her shoulder, and ran out the door, into the hallway and down to her next class. I'm going to be late, not good, not good, not good! People are going to stare, that's even worse. Better run faster. She turned the corner of the hallway and nearly ran into someone, and while she would normally stop and apologize, right now she couldn't be bothered to.
Right as the bell rang again to say that class was starting and she should be there, Rhia entered her English class. She walked to her seat as inconspicuously as possible and sat down. Looking around she noticed that most everyone had their book out in front of them. Rhiannon looked through her bag and tried to find it, but it wasn't in there. Searching again, this time rifling through everything and grabbing underneath of all the folders, papers, and other odds and ends, but no matter where she looked it wasn't there. If everyone had the book out, it was obviously needed, but she didn't have it; Rhia also didn't want to ask if she could go and look for it in the other place it was most likely to be, her car. The teacher probably wouldn't let her either, plus having to go to her car would most likely draw attention.
Being unable to find her book, and not wanting to go look for it, Rhiannon sat back in her chair with a very obvious look of worry on her face. She just hoped that the book wasn't actually needed because if it was, she'd probably end up having to look on with someone else, and Rhia would rather not do that.
Reiner slipped his hands into his jeans and stood smirking as he watched Jack overexaggerate on the “importance” of their little dare. Stop spewing hot air and just get to it, dick. One girl who's crazy enough, shy enough, quiet enough, cold enough, or just plain bitchy enough, that the whole dare is to get that one girl to fall for you... Jack was dragging out his words. Reiner shifted, the guy's voice grating on his nerves. He never did like Jack. Brutish moron. As the football player drawled on and postured -a tried and tested scare tactic he seemed quite fond of- Reiner glanced over at the other participants. It seemed like Jacks method was working... the guys beside him struggling to persevere. Poker faces, each one of them. Some better than others. Idiots. Why did you even accept, if you're already sweating? You know he won't make it easy.
He was last in line, so he got to savor the faces of his fellow dares as they received their slips of paper. Some blew it off, others cocky or just downright pissed. Hah.. He looks like he’s gonna hurl. The hat stooped in front of him, drawing his attention away. Reiner raised his eyes to Jack's, slipping his hand into the hat to close around the last piece of paper.
"...well, you all know the goal. All you gotta do it get 'em to say those three magic little words," This made him raise a brow. That wasn’t what he was told when Jack had dared him to get in on this. What? It’s not good enough to wrap them around my finger? I got to make them tell me they love me? He shook his head, chuckling. That was low, even for him. Leave it to Jack to be such a fucking douche. "And if you fail, or if you chicken out...well, everyone's gonna know how much of a fuckin' pussy you are." Reiner rolled his eyes, waving the piece of paper at Jack tauntingly; “I don’t see you sticking your ass out here with the rest of us.” Then unfolded it. “Oh wait. I forgot.. There’s no shame in being gay Jack-“ His playful smirk slipped from his face as he read the name scrawled on his slip.
His hands twitched, dark eyes flicking up to glare into Jack's. “Bitch. You rigged this shit.” Unlike the others, Reiner wasn’t here to keep up any reputation. He was far removed from those who actually cared about “popularity” or where they stood in the school's status quo. His reputation came from throwing shit down. Popularity took too much effort, he didn’t have the time or the patience to keep people satisfied.. As if he actually gave a damn. Reiner couldn't conform to anything but himself. Fuck me if I ever kiss Jack’s ass. Who was Jack but a big, meaty brawler? And you know it Brother. I could have any of your girls on my dick if I wanted. It wasn’t like cheerleaders were all that hard to get. The little whores. Reiner hadn’t accepted this dare because he cared what Jack and his pack of slobbering dogs thought. He wanted a challenge. Jack offered a distraction. He would prove he could get anyone.
Anyone. Even the ice queen.
Reiner licked the paper and slapped it on Jacks forehead in passing. “Izzie huh? You would, you fucker.” Shouldering his bag Reiner glanced back over his shoulder at Jack with a grin; “If you’re showing at the next party- bring beer. And for god’s sake make sure it’s cold this time.”
Vivianne sat in class frowning, where was the teacher at anyway? She didn't always listen, but this game was super easy, she needed to multitask or she'd get bored even quicker than normal. She pulled out her phone, texting her little brother, giving him advice about a girl in his class, ' Be sweet, dnt lie 2 her, ever, and never, ever pull a dad. xoxo - Sis ' and she stuffed the cellphone back into her jacket pocket. Today felt odd, something was definately going to happen today, but she couldn't place her finger on exactly what that something was. Fuck! That damn fairy is so annoying! She frowned at the Zelda game, I wish I could kill that thing sometimes..! She then rolled her eyes, pushing her bangs out of her line of vision.
Vivianne didn't look anywhere past her 3DS, knowing how many people were in the room would only freak her out, she hated cramped spaces with lots of people, so she tried to pretend she was somewhere else, the games always made that easier afterall. She didn't want to admit it, but a tiny, microscopic part of her wondered what her life would've been like if she actually tried to make friends at this school, but she tried to ignore the thoughts. They didn't matter anyway. The few people she tried to listen to, to see if they were worth getting to know, weren't even worth it. They all had some ultimate motive for each friend, something they wanted to gain from the friendship other than someone fun to hang out with, and she wasn't going to accept that. She wasn't stupid, she knew half of the students motives in the school afterall, she had time, and unluckily the skills to multitask enough to actually keep updated on these things, it was like a soap opera. Nothing new, nothing fresh, the same old bottom of the bowl scraped up goo, but she made it her mission to remember the clicks, and who talked to one another. She wanted to know everything about everyone she could, just in case she ever need to confront one. Like, a boy who kept asking her out in middle school. She'd found out so much about his life, she'd faked a note as one of her other stalkers, made up of course, and the boy left school that day crying. Though...she needed to drop the fact she wasn't a part of this scene. It wasn't that she didn't particularly want to be, she just didn't want to open her heart up again, just one more time, to have a coal truck just come by and squish it. Dwelling on something has never created anything...other than confused feelings, but that doesn't count. Cut it out Viv... She blinked when the power gauge on her DS turned red, and she instantly plugged it up into the wall socket.
Vivianne acted like she damn near owned the place, without speaking a word. She somehow managed to get the teachers attention every time she needed them, but it could've been the fact that was the only time her nose wasn't dug inside of a video game, and they always excused her, why wouldn't they? What was she going to do? She didn't smoke or have a boyfriend.. they had nothing to lose letting Vivianne out of the classroom. Vivianne just walked out of class. It wasn't worth going if the teacher was already late. She'd go up to the roof or something. She grabbed her stuff before she'd left, like the bell had rang, but it surely hadn't. Vivianne didn't actually skip class a lot, this was something..out of her usual routine. Something was bothering her. She didn't even give her precious 3DS long enough time to charge, which was highly unlike her. Vivianne put one hand over her mouth as she yawned, one of the only indications that her vocal chords were still usuable to those around her, but she didn't see anyone else in the hallways to the roof so she relaxed, sighing a bit, "It looked decent outside.. I'll sit out there.. I bet I'll learn more from nature and the buildings than the people inside.." she whispered to herself, opening the door to the roof, "Nobodies around..so it's safe to talk, even if it is to myself, or the birds." She laughed at the thought of that, they'd think she was crazy. Though, half of them already find me crazy.
Adjusting himself in his seat, Marloe slouched backwards and turned his head to stare out of the window, before turning his head again to look at Leah. She was sat in her seat, as always, not too far from him. Before today, he had avoided looking in her direction just in case she noticed him and made it a scene. Marloe knew that Leah wouldn't appriciate him looking at her, and the last thing he needed was to be pointed out and have everyone think he was even more weird that what they did already. His persona alone gave him a relatively, "Avoid that guy" air, making popularity an almost impossible venture. In any case, Marloe was going to fulfill his objective, and so he figured that he should probably make a start. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to make a start with talking to Leah, other than to avoid her given name. Miss Fields... Easy enough to remember. Marloe would need something to break the ice, staring on at Leah as he thought about it. Then he had an idea, taking out his well organised sketck book and flipping it to a new page. Marloe kept his own collection of pencils and pens with him, knowing that only the best tools could create the best work. He didn't take his art lightly, and always did what he could to hone his skill. Marloe pulled a pencil from his pocket, and looked down at the blank sheet before him. Dr. Harvey was talking to the class, but he wasn't listening, focusing, anything other than drawing his newest masterpiece. Marloe looked up at Leah quite a few times, staring and then going back to his drawing, leaving nothing out of place. He could have sworn she had seen him eyeing her up a few times, but carried on with his drawing anyway. After an hour, he was done, his drawing was finished, and his plan was set.
She turned away in a matter of seconds, not taking any acknowledgement of who this classmate was, though she could've sworn she'd seen him around school somewhere maybe even spoken to him, then again Leah speaking to someone didn't entirely mean something good. She shook her thoughts away, looking up at the teacher who wasn't exactly a view Leah liked to focus on, but the threats and everything she feared forced her to just pay slightly more attention in class. Even though many people suspected that Leah was on the top of the class because of her wealth and connections, it was in fact her own ability to stay academically focused as surprising as that may seem for a girl labelled with the title of 'Spoilt Brat'.
Just through the lesson, Leah felt this weird feeling as if someone was watching her. Simply just a sixth-sense maybe? She avoided it for sometime and discretely turned around a while later to see a group of students behind her some whispering to one another, the occasional geek scribbling notes as hurriedly as they could manage and then those 'bimbos' who would love to be on top of the social ladder but spent half their time upon their appearance or tapping away at their phones. But Leah's light grey eyes landed upon the late-arrival dude who was scribbling quickly on a piece of paper causing Leah to raise an eyebrow.
Turning away just seconds later, she leaned back in her seat losing her poised nature. She thought a bit about why that guy had looked up at her, then turned back to write or draw something on the paper. Soon enough Leah dismissed any thoughts. She didn't care about the guy, and after all she hadn't exactly caught him doing anything 'wrong' as such so there was no need to create a scene. He was just another guy in her English class and that was about it. With a small sigh underneath her breath the teen straightened up and diverted her attention back to the rambling teacher up front.
Having no one to talk to as he walked Asa got bored. He began to ramble to himself, talking about everything from the dare to what he wanted to do tonight. Possibly walk the mall to try and grab peoples attention, that always turned out to be a fun night. Of course, he'd probably be late, and his parents would probably end up killing him. They'd already warned him about his lateness, they weren't likely to be very lenient this time.
Asa walked into the science classroom, and as always the teacher flashed him a dirty look. Smiling, he took the only open seat left. Everyone else seemed to be copying down whatever the teacher was writing. Asa looked at the girl next to him, he had no idea who she was. First time for everything. wonder why I haven't seen her before... Who is she? Has she always been in this class? He was pretty sure that he knew everyone in this class, but for some reason her couldn't place her. She must never have talked to me before. Although, these are all underclassmen, I don't really like underclassmen, especially those that I talk to, they're especially hate-worthy.
"So... What're we supposed to be doing?" Asa whispered as loud as he could. It wasn't worth keeping as quiet as possible, loudness was best.
The teacher shot him another dirty look, "Asa, copy down the notes. Don't talk."
That did it, Asa couldn't resist. He looked at the blonde girl sitting next to him and started blathering, enjoying the thoughts of what was probably going to happen in five minutes. "Hi, I'm Asa. So how has the class been so far? Ya know, all the stuff I've missed since I decided to be late? What's your name by the way. I can't recall ever talking to you, let alone seeing you."
That's when the teacher fell silent, making everyone look toward the door. Codex arched a brow as she watched the guy make his way over to sit in the only seat available. The one beside her. So, he was late, he got the nasty look from the teacher, and the freshmen looked amazed by him. That only meant one thing. Senior. So this class wasn't so bad after all. She thought it would be boring, she was transformed into it just today because she got out of the math class. If there was one thing Codex hated it was math.
She felt eyes on her and the voice beside her confirmed her feeling. When he whispered loudly she had to hold back a laugh. "Taking notes." She replied after the teacher had shot him another dirty look. The teacher didn't shoot her one, of course.
Codex couldn't help but roll her eyes when the guy continued to blab. He must have been a senior alright. She looked over at him, arching a brow. "Nice to meet ya Asa. Well so far the class has been pretty quiet, until now. And you just seemed to have missed a few notes cause of your lack of telling time." She teased in a whisper, talking to him like she had known him forever and getting a few covered up laughs from a few kids around them. "Don't remember me? Huh, I couldn't blame you. This being my first day in class and all.." She mused cockily, the teacher didn't even mind the whispering coming from her. Actually the teacher seemed to be ignoring it all together. "I'm Codex by the way." She muttered smoothly, flashing a small smile before looking back up at the front of the classroom.
"Well well. Codex, that's an interesting name. I like it." His voice was definitely louder than a whisper, and the teacher started to shoot him dirty looks again. It made him smile... The loveliness of teacher hate. "Math is fun, especially when the teacher really doesn't care if you talk... You know, unlike this one here." Asa gave the teacher his most charismatic smile, and started to take his notes.
Most the underclassmen were scribbling away and trying to pay attention to both the teacher, and what was going on in the back. It made him laugh more, silly stupid underclassmen trying to be overachievers, and still be in on the latest news from the higher ups. He remembered being an underclassman, and he was almost exactly like he was now. Attention, attention, attention, and he got lots of it. Being an ass in the classroom always achieved a good amount what he loved most, and to him it was wonderful, even getting told to leave.
His mouth was still running, he didn't feel like letting her talk to much. It would be better if she didn't get into trouble, might make relations between them become... A little sour. "So... You like science, not math. You enjoy teasing people you talk to, even when you don't know them. You seem to be amusing, I like that. Care to go somewhere tonight so we can talk some more? Outside of this terribly stifling place that sucks the life out of you." Asa decided to be a little funny, and a little dramatic, "I think this teacher is some kind evil thing. She's just sucking all the life out of me, I can feel it. I'm dying, all my energy is going away." Just to add a little excitement, he fell out of his chair with a soft yell of "She's killing me!"
That made the teacher furious. She glared at him and shouted at him to leave. Which Asa did gladly, with a wink Codex and a "See ya later then cutie." Loving all the quiet whispers and huge stares of the freshman and sophomores. Ahhh, being an attention grabber is great!
"Surprise, surprise..you're taking notes?" She whispered teasingly as she watched him start taking notes. That's all she got in to say before he began to speak again. She rolled her eyes as he spoke about her liking science and not math, teasing people she talked to even though she didn't know them and that she was funny. "Yep, that sums it up." She replied in an almost bored tone as her blue eyes danced with amusement of he talked about going somewhere tonight and getting out of school. She arched both brows when he decided to try out some dramatic scenes. "Drama team?" She asked with a tease, completely ignoring his questioning about going out tonight.
She couldn't help but laugh when he was told to leave, "I've got soccer practice tonight, after that I just might be free." She teased after he spoke of seeing her later and then calling her a cutie. She just rolled her eyes. Typical Senior. He had the sickness..the sickness of Senioritis. The definition of Senioritis? A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms usually include: laziness, a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as Graduation. And it seemed her new friend Asa had a flaming case of Senioritis. She laughed to herself as she went back to listening to the teacher.
Oohh, looks like I might have plans. This is easier than I thought, she's a pushover. Jack needs to get over himself, thinking he's so diabolical. Asa walked down the hallways chuckling to himself. Everything was working out according to his most ingenious on-the-fly plan yet. He considered himself rather amazing for coming up with it in the first place, especially the dramatic part. Codex's teasing words came to him, Drama team? Too bad he hadn't answered any of her teasing before he had been so rudely evicted from class.
I get to see her everyday during my science class... Oh boy is Ms.... What is her name again? Oh well... The teacher is going to be so thrilled to have me sit next to Codex everyday... I might just make a habit of being on time to that class. He started to laugh, loudly. It was so quiet in these hallways, no one was in them, and he missed the attention from the classroom. However, being lonesome in the hallways was better than sitting in a classroom surrounded by people he disliked.
Asa hadn't made up his mind as to whether or not he liked Codex. She was interesting, but she was only a dare. There was no use getting to attached to a dare... Right? Dare or no, Asa still didn't really want to get attached to her, she was funny, he could get her to talk, but it was better to get someone else to fall in love with you than fall in love yourself. So, that was what he was going to do. All I've gotta do is get Codex to say 'I love you' it should take that long, she certainly seems like the kind to just throw those words away. A couple dates, say 'I love you' first, and she'll just spew it. No problem. In and out dare. I won't have to put up with this for very long.
Turning around, he started to head back down to the science room. Might as well wait there for class to get out, he could meet up with Codex and maybe escort her to her next class. It was a good way to start off his little relationship with the teasing blondie.
Where oh were would a druggie be... Reiner frowned. He didn't know much about her other than she was a rebel, drank, smoked, dabbled in drugs.. and then their was always occasional nasty rumor. But words are fickle things. The bell for class rang as he strode towards the old gym. Skirting around the hedges, Reiner made his way around the side, and to the back of the building. Almost immediately he smelled the marijuana. He found them a little ways along. This was the stoners, the dopers, the burnouts territory. Their "sanctuary." It was almost guaranteed he'd find some of them here.
Indeed he did- a trio of pot smokers, lazily passing a joint between them as they sat in the dust. "Hey." Reiner said, leaning against the chain-link fence across from them. The kids didn't reply, giving him a listless look and huffing out more smoke. He watched the smoke drift from their lips slowly. How rude.
"Hey. I was talking to you." Reiner shrugged himself off the fence, crossing the small divide between him and the center boy. The boy taking the most drags. He came to a halt in front of the underclassmen, the boy squinted up at him. "...Yeah?" He said slowly, blowing out more smoke. "You got any idea where I can find Izzie?" The kid shot him a curious glance at her name, and took another drag. "... Why?" "I got business with her." Reiner's reply was curt, the kid was pissing him off. Fucking pot heads. Smelled like shit. "Know where she is or not?" I know you do, you little shit. "Maybe." The boy said just as slowly, a slow grin working onto his face. ""That is.. -if you've got something for me." Reiner's fingers twitched. Oh I got something for you. Matching the kid's annoying smile, Reiner lifted his foot- shoving it into the sitting boy's chest, and slamming the kid against the wall behind him. A lesson. Respect your elders, darling. Reiner grinned down, grinding his heel into the slumped boy. "How about you tell me where she is, and in return... I'll allow you to continue smoking. Fair enough?" The kid coughed, unable to push out from under Reiner's weight. His "friends" had scampered off. "The fuck..?!" The kid moaned, dull eyes glaring up into his own. A cocky smile. "Fucker." The boy laughed. A wheezing sound. "Fuck you talkn bout? You can't stop me smoking." Reiner put more weight on the boy's chest, his eyes locked on the distance between his shoe and the kid's face. "Ever tried sucking a joint through split lips?" "Alright, alright! Just get off!" Reiner let up somewhat, waiting as the kid coughed some more. "She.. She's most likely over there.." He waved his hand in the direction of the west wing of the gym. "She likes it in there. Donno why. I find it creep-" Reiner stepped off the boy roughly, turning to leave. Simple enough. You could have saved yourself the trouble. "Bastard." the kid muttered, rubbing his chest.
He walked back around to the front, and into the west wing of the gym. Dusty. And old. He walked slowy, trying to make as little sound as possible. Don't want to scare away the birds just yet... "love is a weakness, lust conquers all...cross my heart and hope to die..." The singing echoed over to him from around a wall. Reiner smiled. How ironic... Rounding the wall, he found her sitting against it, earbuds in and a notebook in her lap. "Place isn't too bad." He remarked, dropping his bag and taking a seat beside her. Casually, as if it was completely normal. He pulled a bottle of water and a snack bar from his bag. "Your pot friends are nice," He peeled open the wrapper, sighing; "but now I've got the munchies..." Reiner offered Izzie a piece of the bar in his hands. His face relaxed, almost bored, as one might expect a old friend's expression to be. As if he'd known her for far longer than a few seconds. "Want some?"