Emma Nichole Scott's Story

Emma stood at the front of the crowd, a few inches away from everyone else so that her personal space would not be invaded, and listened half-heartedly to what the Headmistress was saying about that Abbigael Parnell girl...'that poor little dead girl'.
She rolled her eyes at some of the things that were coming out of the woman's mouth, and glanced behind her into the rest of the crowds. She knew it both looked and sounded bad, but the truth was, she just didn't give a shit. It was stupid that everyone was putting this chick on a pedestal...she was a fucking nutter. She had next to no moral values, she liked to treat the rest of the school like shit, and she could never shut her fucking mouth when she was alive...and, it was a morbid thought, but...at the back of Emma's mind, she couldn't help but feel it a positive thing that she couldn't open it up again now.
Nevertheless, she knew she had to make an effort to at least pretend to care, or she'd be in deep shit before long with the staff. And so she tuned in to the droning voice of her superior every now and then to catch the basic gist of the speech.
While listening, she absentmindedly twirled a loose lock of her dark brown hair which had fallen down into her face around her index finger, the rest of which had been specifically styled with loose waves and put into an updo on the top of her head. She wore an extremely short skirt, which had been flowing down to just before her knees when she bought it but now only just qualified as a skirt with how much she'd taken it up, a thin pair of tights under it, a pair of satin 4-inch heels, and a long flowing coat, purposely unbuttoned with the collar flared up at the back of her neck. All black, of course...and while people would probably see it as an act of respect on such a tragic occasion, she was simply wearing it because she thought it looked sexy. Not that she would correct people if they assumed it was for a genuine reason. She was all for praise.
With a small smile on her face, she looked around her again before looking back at the Headmistress, nonchalantly reapplying more blood-red lipstick to her lips, then looked around yet again, searching for some kind of visual stimulation to get her through this whole service. And, sure enough, she found it, or rather, found him, sitting at the back of the Quad by himself.
Keeping her head turned that way she watched him, trying to catch his attention, and when she eventually managed to, she winked seductively and quickly turned her head back again, biting her bottom lip with a small smirk of pride plastered onto her face. She knew she could have any boy, or girl, she wanted in this place, and she already had the one she wanted picked out. Sure enough, Jay Springs was a challenge...but she had no doubts that he was worth it. And, anyway...if there was one thing Emma Scott loved, it was a challenge.

Standing towards the back of the Quad was Zachary Milburn, his right hand inside his pocket and fingering with something inside it, and drawing patterns on the ground with the toe of one of his navy blue converse shoes. He was whistling quietly to himself, not loud enough to distrupt the service, but still loud enough to draw a bit of attention from those around him. And, should one turn to look, he would meet their eyes and beam at them; a toothy, sinister grin which quickly diverted their eyes back to the front.
He knew he scared people, and frankly, that was how he got his kicks.
Shaking his head slightly to push his hair out of his eyes, he took a moment to glance over at his friend Aislin and gave her a small nod, taking his hand out of his pocket momentarily to form a small salute and then lifting it to his mouth as he noticed a small red dot of blood on the end of his index finger. That's strange, he thought silently to himself, opening his pocket slightly and looking down at the small silver pen-knife inside it, blade pushed up. I didn't even feel it break skin...
He shrugged slightly, a smile still playing at his lips, and put his hand back inside the pocket, diverting his attention elsewhere around the room in boredom.

Greyson gulped quietly as he pushed his way through the doors into the Quad, his cheeks flushing a pale pink as a few people turned their heads to look. Having been late already twice this week, he was really pushing it by doing it again. And to be late on the day of Abbigael's memorial only made it that much more disrespectful. But still, he couldn't help it. He'd had one of his 'episodes' the night before, completely crashed on the couch at home, and so hadn't woke up in time. He knew the staff understood, but to be honest, it wasn't their opinions that mattered. Langdon was like a lion's den...only here, it was much more dangerous.
Breathing a small sigh of relief when he saw that not everybody had turned to see him and his tardiness, he quickly made his way from the back of the Quad to the back of the crowd, where his friend Lissa stood. He had no doubt she'd be pretty upset about this...she was just like that. She had that sympathy, that compassion for others...and in some ways, he was pretty sure that was what he loved most about her. Just the fact that she was genuine, and real. Which was something hard to find in their current environment. He knew she hadn't always been like that, but...that was a whole other story.
"Hey...you okay?" He whispered quietly over her shoulder, gently placing his hand on her arm as he eased himself into the crowd, then winced slightly and immediately regretted his choice of words. "I-I mean...of course you're not...stupid way to put it...but...you get what I mean?" He gave her a weak smile, glancing over at the Headmistress as she spoke before looking back at his little friend.

Greyson smiled softly at Lissa and led her out of the Quad, through the doors into one of the corridors of the main building. As everyone was still out there listening to the Headmistress' speech, it was completely empty, which put Grey more at ease.
"So...what did I miss this morning?" He asked, releasing her arm once they were inside, shaking his hair out of his eyes and putting his hands into his jacket pockets, fidgiting slightly where he stood. "With...being late, and all..."

Zac looked between Logan and Aislin, trying hard to supress a smile and trying even harder not to burst into a fit of laughter. If looks could kill, that guy would be six feet under right about now, and Zac knew that. He wasn't sure Logan did, though. Which, if anything, just made the situation even more comical.
"...Needy..." He whispered quietly into Aislin's ear, smirking as he leaned down towards her and watched her admirer as he did so. "You can just taste the desperation..." He gave a small laugh. "Literally."

Although Emma tried to feign interest and listen to the continuous amount of bullshit coming out of the Headmistress' mouth, she couldn't help but find herself picking up on small parts of various conversations; a force of habit, something she'd perfected over the years and now found herself able to do involuntarily.
One specific conversation was particularly interesting, and she turned her head slightly as her eyes narrowed to find who she could hear. And sure enough, it was just as she expected.
"Woah woah woah...slow down there, Bella Swan..."
"You're a bastard..."
"I'd like to make a donation!"
"Find a blade and a private place..."
Hesitating slightly where she stood, debating whether to risk being seen with the likes of Zac Milburn and his friends after their big bust up last term, she bit her lip. Should she do it? It was risky...Zac was creepy, and a perv...Aislin could be a little frightening, even for Emma...and she had no idea how she felt about her, which was intimidating...the same with Jamilyn...and judging by what she'd overheard, Logan wasn't far off being just as bizarre. But, then again...it could be interesting. And, it's not like she had anything else to do...
"...Fuck it..." She muttered quietly under her breath, huffing quietly and began to make her way over to them, brushing past a few others as she went, and ended up standing slightly behind where Logan sat.
"Desperate, much?" She raised an eyebrow slightly, tapping the toe of her shoe against the floor where she stood and looking down at Logan, being careful to pull her skirt down as much as she could before speaking to him, and then glanced over at Zac, Aislin and Jamie through her eyelashes.
"Zachary...Aislin...Jamilyn..." He acknowledged them with a small nod and a slight movement of her left hand, half of her mouth curving up into a bittersweet smile.

Greyson frowned slightly as Lissa explained about the girl, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Do you know if she was alright later on, or...?" He asked, glancing around them slightly in case said girl was anywhere in sight, then looking back at her when he was sure she wasn't.

"Oh, but of course..." Emma rolled her eyes when she heard Logan, gently removing her hand from his after he kissed it and lifting it back to twirl a lock of her hair around, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And...no. No you would not. Because I think we both know I'm completely out of your league..." She replied with a small smile, glancing around. She got a kick out of rejecting most of the male species, especially the ones like Logan...but there was no doubt about it...she enjoyed the attention. She could even go as far as to say she needed it. Sort of an ego thing.
"Anyway..." She huffed quietly, sitting down across from him and crossing her legs as well as her arms. "I'm bored. I need to be entertained...intellectually stimulated. Grey and Lissa've gone off by themselves and I'm not one for interrupting, so...how about it? Thrill me." She looked at him, her expression showing slight amusement.

Zac laughed softly, smirking and read the text over Aislin's shoulder, then followed her gaze back to Logan and blinked, his smile disappearing again.
"...Uh...maybe you should, after all...give him a try, I mean...I mean, if he's offered you someplace quiet to go...that's good, right? Somewhere...away from everyone else..." He said through gritted teeth, his body stiffening slightly and his fist clenching around the knife in his pocket as he laid eyes on Emma.

Lissa shook her head as her eyes drifted down to the sickly green linoleum covering the floor.
“I haven‘t seen her since…” she said in a soft murmur. All of those heavy feelings in her chest started suddenly piling up yet again as her mind kept racing, asking unanswerable questions about this girl. She hoped she was okay now, and just taking a little time out to calm down, she really did. She knew the power that negative emotions could have over a person, and the thought of anything happening to that tiny little first-year because of them made her absolutely sick to her stomach.

Aislin flashed another grin at Logan, making sure to look up at him through her lashes, and gave him a fluttering-of-the-fingers-wave. She flicked her phone open again once she had received his reply, and once he had left the Quad.
“Oh, what, so you can go woo Miss ‘Fuck-off-and-stop-staring-at-me-you-absolute-fucking-creep’ and you can get married and ride off into the sunset on a Gimp-driven cart and have little sadist babies? Yeah, I think my integrity‘s a little bit more important than whatever sick shit‘s going on all up in there…” she said, reading over Logan's messge, then gesturing in a wide circular motion in the direction of Zachary’s head.

Greyson bit his lip and lifted his hands out in front of him slightly with the palms open, picking up on Lissa starting to panic.
"Hey, hey..." He said softly. "I'm sure she'll be fine...she's just young...these things affect us all in different ways..." He hoped the girl was alright, although...he didn't hold much hope. Could he, really? After all...can anyone in Langdon ever be fully okay?
To rephrase his thoughts...he hoped she was as okay as she could be.

"I guess I am..." Emma looked down at her nails and away from Logan, a faint smirk still playing at her lips.
When he excused himself, she glanced up and watched him through her eyelashes, glaring slightly at the fact he'd completely blown her off. Nobody blew Emma Scott off. Ever.
With a small, exasperated sigh, she gave another look around the Quad, finding herself once again with a loss of company, and an ever-rising desire for attention still building inside her.

Zac managed to tear his eyes away from Emma and diverted them back to Aislin, glaring slightly. "No, actually. I am completely fucking over Little Miss Princess over there..." He protested, gesturing towards where she was now sitting alone. "She may have rejected me, but...she's the one who's missing out. She's a fucking dyke...she has to be..."

Lissa nodded: just a quick little jerk of her head, with her eyes never leaving the floor. The girl probably was just fine right now, maybe she’d even rejoined the service. Or maybe…No. She wouldn’t think of the alternative. She refused to think of the alternative. Desperate for something to take her mind off the subject, she looked up at Greyson, managing to force out a small, strained smile.
“So, ah…” she murmured quietly. She needed a change of topic, a distraction from her own mind, but anyone who knew her knew that talking wasn’t her strong suit - at least, not anymore - and any conversation she has would have to be lead by another person, or they would simply never get anywhere.

Aislin turned her head to cast a quick glance over at Emma, looking her up and down discretely this time, not in the overly-obvious way she had done with Logan.
“Oh…Well in that case, maybe I should have a go at her, then,” she said in response to Zac, turning her head back and looking up at him with a wide grin, waggling her eyebrows slightly.

"...It's okay...to be upset about Abbigael, I mean..." Greyson said quietly after a few moments pause, looking over at Lissa and smiling weakly. "It's just...you look like you're trying really hard to keep it together, when...that's probably the worst thing you can do...I mean, even I'm a little upset about it...and I hardly knew her at all..." He shifted nervously on his feet, pulling his jacket sleeves down slightly. "I guess I just want you to know that I'll be here for you, if you ever want to talk about anything..." He chewed the inside of his cheek. He didn't want it to come across as though he thought she was some kind of emotional wreck...he didn't think that, at all. And he hoped she knew that.

Zac glanced back over at Emma, then looked over his shoulder at Jamie, huffing quietly. "I'm sticking with the fact she likes chicks. She's too prissy when it comes to guys...and I am not up my own ass, thankyou very much." He pouted slightly, and then pulled a face at Aislin, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Oh ha ha, very funny..." He muttered, crossing his arms. "Bitch."

Lissa looked up at Greyson, then redirected her gaze back down to the floor. There it was…That affection again…But this time, along with the slight blush, was the threat of tears. She had no idea why feeling cared for made her well up so easily. Maybe it was caused by overwhelming happiness at someone treating her like she actually mattered, or maybe it was because that - deep down - she knew that there was no way she’d ever really trust anyone enough to fully open up to them, so really, she was just a wasted effort.
“Jesus, you make me sound like some sort of trainwreck…” she tried for a joke, even managing to get out a quiet, strangled laugh, but she wasn’t entirely sure how it came across.

“The thing is, though…I‘m not actually joking,” Aislin said with a straight face, glancing over her shoulder again with her eyes landing directly on Emma. “I would do unspeakable things to that girl. Sick, twisted, indescribable, degrading, pulling-the-gravel-from-your-knees things…” she uttered the last part with the light, teasing tone returning to her voice and one corner of her mouth curving up into a smirk. That smirk only intensified when Jamie had finished speaking, and she looked up at Zac. "Yeah...I thought you were over her..."

Greyson blinked and gulped quietly, his eyes widening.
"O-oh...I-I...Lissa, I...I didn't mean to upset you...I'm so sorry..." He stuttered, feeling himself start to panic. "I didn't mean it like that...you're not a trainweck, honest..." He bit his lip, taking a few small steps closer to her. "Please don't cry..."

Zac looked at Aislin, then over at Emma, and back again, his lips parting slightly as he did so and letting out a small whining sound of his own as he bit down on his lower lip.
"...And the horrible thing is...I can't decide whether I'd rather be doing those things to her myself, or watching you do them..." He murmured quietly, his brow furrowed, and then looked between Jamilyn and Aislin. "And I am over her..." He began to protest again. "But that doesn't mean I don't still like the idea of potentially waking up next to that in the morning..."

Greyson sighed quietly with relief when he heard Lissa, his small smile returning.
"Oh...you had me worried for a second there..." He said with a slight laugh, some of the calmness returning to his voice and stance. "And, no...it was funny, honestly...I just have a really bad sense of humour...as you know..." He smiled.

"Oh, come on..." Zac whimpered quietly, looking down at Aislin and gesturing over to Emma with one hand. "What kind of straight man doesn't enjoy girl-on-girl action? I'll give you a clue...none. And it's your fault I'm having those mental images in the first place...I haven't had any kind of action in like, a week. Sex is my food. I'm dying here." He said, then huffed quietly, looking back over at Emma. "And, for the last fucking time...I am over her. But, newsflash, guys think with their dicks, and that part of me still wants said girl."

Jay noticed Emma winking at him, but he ignored it, his cheeks turning a bright red and his hood going up to hide his face so she would notice, if she did he might have died of embarrassment. "Go on, go over and talk to her." Samson urged him, but Jay ignored him, he watched Emma from the corner of his eyes, he watched her walk over to Zac, Aislin and Jamilyn. "Oh there goes your chance." Samson laughed. "She's with people, if you go over there you'll only crap yourself." Jay's eye twitched and then he stood up and walked away, leaving the memorial. "Fuck it, I barely knew the bitch anyway." Jay said aloud as he walked off, ignoring anything the headmistress shouted at him and pushing past the people in his way.

The silhouette smiled as she watched Jamie delete her from her contacts, she looked at the phone, she was flicking through her apps. "That was just rude." She sighed, then she noticed movement from the crowd and one person, Jay, leave. So she did the same.

After looking at Lissa for a few moments, Greyson's smile broke into one which was both brighter and felt more real to him. He was beginning to slip back into his comfort zone, and as he managed to tell she wasn't forcing her own as much, it pushed him over the edge.
"You're very welcome..." He replied cheerfully, lightly draping his arm across her shoulders and pulling her into another half hug, this time more of a casual friendly embrace than the one earlier, which had been to show her he was there for her if she needed him. He was still going to be there now, of course, but...he figured this kind of attitude would boost her mood a little. And even the smallest smile from Lissa, as long as it was genuine, had the power to brighten his whole day.

Emma caught movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced over to see what the drama was, then blinked as she saw Jay pushing his way towards the exit of the Quad. She knew he'd seen her winking at him this morning, but...he hadn't responded back with the same enthusiasm. He'd just pulled his hood up and looked away. And she couldn't help but wonder if that meant he wasn't interested.
But...c'mon...who wasn't into her? Not many people...and the ones that applied to, she didn't bother with. That was just how she liked to do things. But there was no way he was one of those few. Or, at least, he wouldn't be...not once she was finished with him.
Standing back up as she watched Jay exit, smoothing down her skirt and lightly fluffing her hair, she sauntered after him with a small smirk on her face, pulling the same red lipstick and reapplying it yet again before putting it back into the pocket of her coat.
"Hey! Hey, you! Hood guy!" She called once she'd followed him into one of the empty hallways, picking up the pace of her walking to close the distance between them.

Zac at first rolled his eyes, annoyed at having his own tricks thrown back at him, then grinned slightly and leered down at Aislin. "Well...I think it's only fair that if I gave you that blood...you'd have to keep your end of the bargain, too..." He winked. "And, basically...I'm saying that I am over her, but I'd still fuck the shit out of her if I ever get the chance."
He looked over at Jamie and laughed softly, smirking. "Why? You offering?" He teased, before giving another soft laugh and directing his attention back to the floor, leaning back against the wall.

Jay stopped and turned around, looking to see Emma following after him. He sighed and waited for her to catch up. "I... I have a name." He told her, crossing his arms, trying to get her to go away by being ruder than usual. "I think she's planning on sneaking to a street corner later." He heard Samson giggle, but ignored it. "Can I help you anyway?" He asked her, his head tilted slightly. He heard heavy footsteps above him, but he ignored them, thinking it was just his imagination or Samson...

Greyson looked down at Lissa, smiling warmly as she did, his mood continuing to pick up and feeling more and more energetic and happy every moment.
When she rested her head on his shoulder, he laughed softly, glancing around them into the empty hallway.
"Woah, woah, woah...are you sure you want to be doing that? Someone might see and get the wrong idea...think we're dating, or something...and I have a cool dude reputation to uphold..." He teased, giving a small wink down at her and mimicking the action of pulling sunglasses from his eyes with the arm that wasn't wrapped around her, grinning like a mischevious child.

"...Wow...well aren't you just a little nympho..." Zac smirked at Aislin, reaching down and lightly ruffling her hair as he mocked, then glanced around, putting his hand back into his pocket again. "I mean...I guess I could offer you a little...as long as this wager, or...something just as valuable to me as what that would have been...will stay standing..." He gave a subtle nod toward his now open palm which he had just pulled back out, the open penknife resting, blade open, in the middle of it. "But...I hope you know I'm only doing this because I love you. You're a psychotic bitch with major mental health issues, but...aren't we all, deep down?" He laughed softly, looking back around at the rest of the people in the Quad.

Emma smiled brightly as she reached Jay, taking a final few small steps until she stood directly in front of him.
"I know...Jay, right? Sorry...I'm bad with names..." She replied with a small girlish giggle, her voice raising in pitch slightly, and lightly rested her hand on his arm for a second, before taking it away again and fiddling with her coat collar. "I remember faces, though...bodies..." Her eyes travelled down the length of him, head to foot and then back again, smiling as seductively as she could manage and fluttering her eyelashes slightly as they made eye contact.
"Well...the ones that are worth remembering, anyway..."

Jay's face lightened up when she smiled, his cheeks turning slightly red when she touched his arm, giggled and fluttered her eyelashes, everything made him nervous around her. "Are you flirting with me?" He asked. "I mean, flirting at a memorial services is kinda low." He felt he had to get rid of her before he really embarrassed himself and scared her off. "You're not wearing that outfit for the memorial are you?" He asked, his eyes scanning her outfit.

Grey laughed softly, smiling down at Lissa.
"Shut up...you know I'm kidding..." He lightly bumped her arm with his fist, not strongly enough to move her, but just letting it brush against her. "And I know you didn't mean for it to be like that...I'm just messing around. If anything, you're way too good for any of us here." He smiled, shrugging slightly. "You'll do great things, Lissa Marshall. Trust me on that." He said with another wink.

"Yeah, yeah...whatever..." Zac rolled his eyes, laughing softly and drawing more shapes on the ground with his foot as he leant upright on the wall. "Just don't make what you're doing too obvious...especially if you're gonna make me stand here while you do it. Any other place around this school is a little less risky, but...yeah, regardless of where, just be a little more subtle than usual. Because I know how unsubtle about shit you are."

"Well, hey...let's not get ahead of ourselves, now..." Emma gave a small laugh, quieter this time, still smiling sweetly at Jay. "I wouldn't say flirting, as such...just engaging in conversation...breaking the ice...and, I'm sorry, if that's offended you...that really wasn't my intention. I just kind of thought that, Abbigael wouldn't really want us to be sad today...she'd probably just want us to cause extra trouble on her behalf, God bless her soul...and I'm just trying my best to keep my mood up and trying to make everyone else see that, too...and when I saw you leave the service just then, I thought you seemed upset, and I...well, I just wanted to help..." She said quietly, her smile retreating back to being barely there, although inside, she was beaming from ear to ear. She'd even amazed herself at how easily she'd found it to think up that little speech on the spot like that...it filled her with a new sense of pride that she knew couldn't be taken away from her. And the fact that she'd said all of that while watching the blush rising in the cheeks of the boy she was currently facing, she was on a whole new high. One she wouldn't come down from any time soon.
Upon hearing his comment about her choice of clothing, she looked down and gently smoothed down her coat, debating whether to pull her skirt down afterwards, but abandoning the idea and instead feigning a shyer, humble smile.
"Oh, and...well, I don't really have a lot of black clothing at home, but...I just felt like it was the right colour to wear, y'know? But I still wanted my outfit to look nice, so...it was just an added benefit that it doesn't look too bad on me...at least, I hope it doesn't..."

Jay nodded. "No, I'm fine. Just got a bit bored, you know?" He let out a little laugh. "Oh no! I didn't mean that!" He apologised. "It's just ah... uhm." He shook his head and rubbed the back of it. "The one thing you didn't want to do." He heard Samson laugh. "Yeah, I'm just gonna leave before I embarrass myself or yourself any further." He spun on his heel and started down the hall, away from Emma. "Smooth." He heard Samson giggling.

"Hey...I get it..." Emma said, smiling warmly at Jay and laughing slightly with him. "Humans are programmed for being able to do things...y'know, to have constant stimulation from the things around them...both mentally, and physically...and, standing around in a crowded place with at least 30 other people, listening to someone talking for hours on end doesn't really satisfy either of those...especially when you never really had a close personal relationship with whoever the topic of conversation was, so you kind of struggle to engage in what's being said...but then you feel like a douche if you express that that's the way you feel, and so you don't, and...well, it's a vicious cycle..." She huffed, her smile beginning to fade as Jay began to stutter, and then disappearing completely as he turned and started to walk away.
"...Jay...?" She called after him half-heartedly, her expression showing clearly her confusion as she watched him. She hoped he'd acknowledge she'd spoken, and wouldn't just pretend not to hear her...maybe even turn around and come back over to her, although she didn't hold her breath on the latter. She could see that he wanted to get away from her, for whatever reason...and although it could be taken as flattering, due to the fact that she may make him nervous...it still pulled her own self-esteem down a little. But still...maybe he'd pleasantly surprise her.

"...I mean it..." Greyson said quietly, smiling. "And someday, when we're all grown up and off doing our own things, you're gonna pick up the phone when it rings and I'll be on the other end saying 'I told you so'...but if you ever become filthy rich in the future, I expect you to be the one calling me." He added with a laugh, then let go of Lissa and took a few steps down the corridor in front of them. "But...oh my God, I wish that day would come already. I can't wait to get out of this hellhole..." He lightly banged his fists on the door of one of the lockers, still giving her that charming smile.

Zac raised an eyebrow slightly, laughing softly and giving a quick glance down towards his knife. "Y'know...I've never really fully gotten the whole 'drinking blood' thing...like, what's so good about it..." He said, casually stratching at the small cut on his index finger that was beginning to heal. "You'll have to explain it to me sometime...I mean, I know the whole teenage population of the world are going gaga over all this Twilight, Edward Cullen, please-suck-my-blood-because-you're-fucking-hot-and-I'm-a-needy-fangbanger kind of shit, but...it'd kind of be interesting to hear what all this vampirism's like in real life..."

Jay stopped and looked over his shoulder, "Yeah?" He asked, he wanted to stay, he really did, but he was just a big ball of embarrassment and stupidity around her, she made him so confused about everything. "It's not you." He smiled to her. "It's me." He said it in a jokey way and wait for a response before making the decision to leave or stay a bit longer.

Emma's smile quickly made it's way back onto her face as Jay looked back at her.
"That's what they all say..." She said, crossing her arms and smirking over at him from where she stood, tapping the toe of her shoe on the ground again. It was her default posture; mainly because for some reason it made her feel she had more power. Plus, on days like today, it allowed her skirt to move up her leg slightly more each time her foot tapped against the floor...and Emma loved putting on a show when it came to things like that. She was a tease, there was no doubt about it, and she liked leaving a little to the imagination of whoever it was she was trying to compell.
"So, effectively...you're breaking up with me within two minutes of talking to me." She gave a small laugh, her voice playful and light, biting on her bottom lip. "Wow...you really know how to make a girl feel special..."
Still giggling, she opened her mouth again, this time, her voice lowering in volume slightly. "Which is kind of funny...because...I kind of know how to make a guy feel special, too...if you're interested..." She smiled, biting her lip and looking Jay up and down again, then looking over her shoulder down the corridor. "And...don't worry about acting like an idiot in front of me...you've been doing great so far...and even if you do do something stupid...it's cute..."

Greyson continued to make his way down the corridor, smiling to himself and glancing back at Lissa over his shoulder a few times as he did so.
"Well...anyway...are you coming? I figured we could go up to the roof while everyone's still busy listening to the speeches...they always forget to leave the doors that lead up there locked, and nobody'll notice we're gone..." He said quietly, glancing towards another corridor which led off to the right. "Plus...the views from up there are great..."
The smile stayed on his face as he began to think back to the times he'd go up there alone to calm down after having one of his moments, or the times him and Lissa used to go up there together, just to get away from all the pressure from everyone else in the building. It was sort of his favourite place in the whole school, and he hadn't been up there for a few weeks now.

Zac debated whether to attempt to say something, but seeing the obvious tension between Aislin and Jamie, and also given the fact Aislin was now holding his knife, decided against it and stayed quiet. He might have been a cocky and loud, but he wasn't stupid. He knew when to keep his mouth shut. So instead, he just looked back and forth between them, waiting for the both of them to calm themselves down and return to normal, or for one to pull the other's head off. Although, truth be told...he wasn't all that sure what to be expecting.