Jay Springs's Story

Jay smiled when she mouthed that she wanted him to and mouthed back "Not with him there." That's when he noticed Logan had left Emma alone and so took the seat beside her, her skirt was a little high up and Jay did his best to avoid staring, but couldn't help it. He sighed and slouched in the chair, looking up at her face. "So, what did you want me for?" He smirked.

Emma followed Logan's gaze down to her legs and let out a small laugh as he walked away.
"That means you were looking, Perv..." She called after him, a slight mocking tone to her voice. She then grinned as she noticed Jay making his way over to her, even more so as he sat down beside her. She couldn't help but notice him take a glance down at her lap, which returned that sense of pride and desirability she had so dearly missed in the moments before.
"Well...you ditched me back there, for no apparent reason..." Her eyes were locked on his as she adjusted her skirt slightly, pulling it down lower in a teasing manner. "I'd like an explanation...I'm not used to boys saying no to me..." She pouted slightly, lightly putting her hand on his arm again as she turned sideways on her chair to face him.

Greyson sighed happily, smiling and kicking at the air with his foot.
"So...what do you want to do?" He asked, looking back over at Lissa and running his hand over his hair.

"And I should really ask why that's making you so happy, but I'm laughing too much to care..." Zac responded with a sweet smile, contrasting to the mocking tone of his voice. Again, just another excuse to tease her...it was just too easy.

Jay raised an eyebrow. "I didn't ditch for no reason, I just felt bad for flirting at a memorial service, no matter who the person was." He looked up at the Headmistress. "Not all boys are after one thing." He smiled to her, his eyes connecting with hers. "And I'm not like most other boys, that's why I'm here." His smiled slightly faded, but he reminded himself not to look weak in front of anyone, let alone Emma. "Why did you follow me?" He tilted his head and smirked again.

Emma smiled at Jay, tilting her head to the side slightly.
"How do you know boys aren't all after the same thing? We're human, aren't we? I think, deep down...we all want that kind of thing...granted, some more than others, but..." She said quietly, lightly tracing her index finger down his arm as she spoke, biting softly on her lower lip. "And...are you saying you didn't want me to follow you?" She teased.

Greyson had just opened his mouth to speak when he heard the door to the rooftop open, and turned his head to see Conall walk in. His heart sank a little at the realisation that, for the time being anyway, this wasn't his and Lissa's secret spot...he had no problems with Conall as such, after all...but the fact other people knew about it would make it more of a struggle to spend time at the roof either alone or with Lissa. Which was something he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at.
After flashing Conall a weak, half-hearted smile, he directed his attention to the ground as he heard him begin speaking to Lissa. That was the difference between the two of them...Lissa came off as shy, and she kind of got along with everyone decent. Grey, however, just came across as antisocial, and people avoided him. And most of the time, that was a good thing.

Zac laughed softly and balled the hand Aislin had cut into a fist, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding as he held out his other hand towards her for his knife.
"Alright, give. I've got things to do today and I can't stay here playing bloodbag for you any longer."

Lissa’s head snapped up at Conall’s arrival, her earlier smile disappearing as her and Greyson’s private peace was shattered. Conall was her friend too, but, not in the same way as Greyson was and to be perfectly honest with herself, she would much rather stay here in his company, in their own special place, than go out into town with a group and far out of her comfort zone. But she would feel rude, and maybe even a little guilty declining, so biting down nervously on her lip, she cast a quick glance to her friend sitting beside her, then looked back up at Conall.
“I…I don‘t know…Would Greyson be able to come?” she asked in a timid almost-whisper. If they were going to be out in a group, she thought she might at least have her friend there who had the same aversion to crowds as her. As long as he was okay with coming along, of course, and if he wasn’t…Well, she wouldn’t have any idea where to go from there without feeling guilty.

Aislin opened her eyes quickly and tightened her grip on Zac’s knife, holding onto it with two hands and bringing it up beside her face as she pushed her bottom lip out into a childish pout.
“What could you possibly have to do today that doesn‘t involve me?” she whined.

As soon as Conall disappeared to go find their quiet little friend, Lewis began to scan the crowd for his own. It didn’t take long for his eyes to lock onto Jay among the masses of students, and he found him so quickly, in fact, that he didn’t even register who he was sat with until he began to make his way towards him. When he finally noticed, he froze. What the hell could Emma Scott want with his friend? He knew it could be nothing good. But he thought better of interrupting, not particularly wanting to come into conflict with the new candidate for Langdon’s Queen Bitch. So instead he stood back and just waited, hoping that Emma would lose interest pretty soon and move along to go kick some puppies or whatever it was that she did in her free time.

Jay blinked when she suggested everyone was after the same thing. "I'm not after it and I'm a guy." Samson appeared behind Emma and he was pointing at Aislin. "She ain't." Samson laughed at his own joke, Jay just glared at him and rolled his eyes before looking back down at Emma. "Some extremely more than others." Jay said, looking over to Logan then to Zac. Jay picked up on her tease. "I thought it was a bit creepy, following someone at a memorial service." He countered not wanting to properly answer the question.

Greyson looked back at Lissa as Conall was walking away, chewing the inside of his cheek and shook his head slightly.
"It's not really my scene..." He said quietly, looking back out at the view from the rooftop. "You should go, though...mingle...have fun..."

"You'd be suprised," Zac said, huffing quietly as he saw her tighten her grip on his knife. "We'll be dismissed from this hellhole any second now, and I've gotta get some shit done before I go home. And, private shit, before you ask." He added the last part quickly, holding his index finger up in front of him slightly while still holding his hand out for the knife. "Give. Or there'll be no more drinking for you for a long time."

"Well maybe you're just a gentleman..." Emma smirked slightly, tilting her head to the side slightly. "And...oh my God, I know. You wouldn't believe how many perverts I've had approaching me lately. Not just from this school, either." She said, diverting her gaze down to her nails. "People can be such creeps sometimes, y'know?"
After a slight pause to listen to Jay's comment about her following him, she looked up again, the devilish smile returning fully.
"Well, hey...if you can't be creepy here, where can you?" She let out a small laugh. "But...you're just avoiding the question...which either means you did want me to follow you, or you're incredibly creeped out by me and want me to leave..."

Jay smiled back and Emma when she told him about all the other creeps following. "Well, I can see why, your a beauty!" He smiled, turning red after realizing what he said. He watched her when she looked up to him with her she-devil grin. "Well, hey...if you can't be creepy here, where can you?" He heard her comment and he laughed, loud enough to be heard over the headmistress, earning him a few glares and even the death stare from the headmistress. "Oops." He smiled and looked back down to Emma, he was feeling a bit more confidant around her. "What if it's a mixture of both?" He asked her, with a cheeky smile.

[[I am so sorry for not posting, I totally missed my Roleplay post warning in the Roleplay tab on my account page, sorry sorry sorry!!!!!!]]

Greyson watched Conall leaving, chewing the inside of his cheek.
"...You could've gone, y'know..." He said quietly, looking back at Lissa and giving her a small smile. "Honestly...I mean, you can still go, if that's what you want..."

Zac crossed his arms after he'd been given back his knife and watched while Aislin put on her little show, his expression smug and amused.
"...You done?" He asked after a few moments of the both of them standing there in silence, then gave a small laugh and began to walk towards the doors leading to the school hallways. He knew she'd probably forget about whatever she was supposedly mad about and follow him, and even if she didn't, he could just leave Langdon, get his shit done, and then go home. The school hours meant nothing to him; he always came and went at whatever time he pleased. Something to do with the fact that he was as dangerous as he was, he suspected. Or how dangerous they thought he was. Whichever way you put it, Zac didn't really care...as long as he got to leave early.

"...You think so?" Emma grinned and looked up at Jay through her eyelashes, fluttering them slightly as she did so. When she saw the faint blush he currently possessed her mood picked up even more, and her posture increased in pride as she sat up completely straight and looked directly at him. "Well...if it were a mixture of both, that would mean you wanted me to follow you, but you think I'm wierd and want me to go...so..." She teased and began to stand up. He wouldn't want her to leave...she knew that...she just wanted to hear him say it.

“I know…” Lissa answered quietly with a severely weakened smile. “But it‘s not really my scene either…” And it’s not like they’d really care either way if I was there or not… she justified to herself in her mind. If they did, Conall would have at least stuck around to hear her answer, wouldn't he? But he didn't, so that automatically screamed disinterest to her. She knew that wasn't true, though…Or at least she thought so. Conall was her friend, he protected her and stood up for her if she ever needed it, but she had to admit to herself, she wasn't all that interesting. She didn't even know how she ended up with this many friends. Maybe they just felt sorry for her…
With that thought, she looked up at Greyson. Was this the case with him? She really hoped not…She liked to think that there was something else behind their friendship other than pity, something that he saw in her more than anyone else did…But if she couldn't even pinpoint what that exact thing was herself, how could he?
She shifted her gaze once more to the scenery surrounding them, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt okay with turning down Conall’s offer. Yes, it was all beautiful to look at: the heaven-bound skyscrapers dotted around like watchful guardians looking over their small city, the artistically designed buildings that were slaved over for months and months by ambitious architects; just wanting to leave their everlasting mark on the world, the colourful murals spray-painted on brick that were so often classed as ‘criminal activity’ but really were just another form of art to give this town its character…But that all just masked the darkness and the true nature of that urban jungle below them. A lyric from a song Lewis had shown her a little while back popped into her head: You thought these streets were paved in gold, but they’re dirty and dark…She didn't remember much else about the song. It was an angry mix of heavy drums, synths, guitars and screaming, and she doubted she’d finding herself listening to it again, but she felt those lyrics described their city pretty well.

Aislin looked over her shoulder at Zac, her black-framed eyes narrowing and her gaze hardening. She didn't expect any less from her friend, honestly, and it was rare she ever took him seriously. When he turned and began to walk away, she quickly spun and followed him into the school.
“You were just going to leave me?” she whined, her expressions becoming noticeably more animated, as they always did when that feeling of irritation crept up on her.

Letting his breath out in an aggravated huff, Lewis looked away from Jay and Emma to look at Conall. He wasn't going to go over there and interrupt, and it didn't seem to him like they were going to be finishing up any time soon, and with Conall’s now obvious impatience, it looked like Jay would have to miss out on their little outing. His irritation grew at Conall’s report about Lissa. She probably wouldn't be joining them either…He could be wrong, but Greyson wasn't the type to hang around their group of his own free will and he knew Lissa would pick him over them any day. That stung a little, he had to confess. He liked Lissa, not as in like like, but he was definitely fond of her, and he’d like it if just once she’d choose to be around them without her Grey shadow.
But he digressed, and gave his full attention to his friend who was now stood beside him.
“Yeah, sure…” he answered with a little more sharpness than he intended, but he knew Conall wouldn't take his tone personally. They understood each other’s frustration, seeing as that part of their mind worked in a similar, if not the same way. Still, when he next spoke, he made an effort to keep his voice more neutral. “So is it just us and…?” he jerked his head in Logan’s direction slightly.

Jay smiled and nodded. "Yes, I do think so." He smiled and watched her get up to leave. He watched her get up and panicked. "No don't leave!" He whisper yelled and grabbed her hand, but immediately let go the moment he realized what he had done. "Sorry." He apologized.

"Alright..." Greyson replied quietly, giving Lissa a small smile and casting his gaze back to the clouds above them. He really hoped she genuinely meant what she'd told him, and that she wasn't simply trying to cover up the fact she wasn't going because of something to do with him. He didn't want to feel like he was bringing her down...granted, he was a bit of a wallflower, but that didn't mean she had to be one, too.

When he heard footsteps behind him, Zac's grin widened slightly, and only increased as such when he heard Aislin's voice again.
"...Woah...let's not get too clingy here, Bella..." He shoved his hands into his pockets and began to twist the knife around again, feeling a strange kind of satisfaction at the idea of having that kind of control over his friend at certain times. Mainly because it amused him to great lengths...they were close, but they still worked hard to make one another's lives hell for the majority of the time. That was just their little game.

Emma blinked, her smile disappearing for a moment at the tone in Jay's voice as he reached for her and grabbed her hand. Although she knew he wouldn't want her leaving, his reaction was a little unexpected...
Deciding in her head that it was more sweet than anything else, she sat back in her seat with the same smile showing across her face, brightened slightly by the hint of pride she was feeling.
"Hey...it's fine...I know I'm hot..." She grinned, winking at him and crossing her legs again, leaning back in her chair. "People just can't get enough of me..."