✶ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴏᴀᴋ ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ :: ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

[serafim]

|Kinsey Clearwater|Junior|17|Cheerleader|Location; History Classroom| Tags; Logan|

“Wow I couldn’t possibly tell" Kinsey would murmur as Logan would once again test his constantly shrinking limits. He didn’t know when to stop, that was evident enough for her. At least he made a futile effort to let it go. But now she found herself to be the one trying to refocus as her fingers loosened from his only to begin toying with his own fingers, hers small in comparison. “I know you’re sorry,” she spoke as her gaze slowly drifted to his and noting the smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. The same smirk that was the rise and fall of her and never failed to reel her in.
She let a sigh escape from her lips as she adverted her eyes towards their hands then back to him, daring to meet his eyes as she smiled faintly. "I know I shouldn't worry about it either, but i'm not a big fan of violence, Logan..." Kinsey's voice drifted as her green eyes looked around the room, noticing everyone was content amongst themselves as if the situation never happened. She then studied Elliot momentarily who was doing the same thing; examining the rest of the students. She was sure it gave him a scare. He was too gentle of a soul to properly understand or deal with such things, but too easy to forgive just like her. "And if i'm not worrying about something then it doesn't make me the girl you seem to adore so much" she joked as she attempted to cheer herself up and clear her mind of everything else. It was over.

|Lilian Boyer|Senior|18|Musician|Location; History Class|Tags; Cecil|

Lilian smiled her signature grin as she ruffled the boy's curly hair playfully, "Yeah really lucky you," she murmured as she lifted her head and began to slump back in her chair, "It's like a zoo out there."
She felt something rest against her shoulder as she barely turned to glance to realize it was Cecil and his usual sleepy demeanor returning. She snorted as he spoke of her smelling nice and being a comfortable pillow, nodding as she closed her eyes. "Yeah, I can tell you what shampoo and perfume I use if you like it so much," she teased quietly as she let the boy rest against her. An odd and unusual display from him but Lilian didn't mind. She preferred him coming out of his comfort zone rather than shrinking underneath any sort of gaze. "Thank you though...it does sound weird so let's work on saying those kinds of things in a different manner."

[kino]

❨ 𝐋 𝐎 𝐆 𝐀 𝐍 :: 𝐁 𝐄 𝐂 𝐊 ❩ ───────────
▪ ﹙age: 17﹚
▪ ﹙grade: junior﹚
▪ ﹙group: jocks﹚
▪ ﹙location: history classroom﹚
▪ ﹙tagged: Kinsey﹚

Mouth curving into a slight frown when he'd realize the ongoing solemnness in the cheerleader's voice, he'd decide it'd be best for him to stop replying to her; that is up until she'd start to feel better. The last thing on his mind was to ruin anything between them, especially since what'd happened didn't involve her. Eyes searching her features for some sort of potential sincerity for what he'd done, he would sigh when they'd make eye contact, shrugging. "Okay, I know, I know.. I shouldn't have done that." Logan would murmur quietly, shifting his glimpse off toward the side when Cameron would enter, recognizing the King Bee immediately. A little confused when he'd sit elsewhere, he would shrug it off, attention refocusing to the blonde.
"What? No way, princess. I like you the way you are, and.. worrying means you might be stressed, and stressed could be discomforting.. that's the last thing I'd want." He'd admit softly, rubbing an index finger gently over Kinsey's hand, still seeking to offer her another smirk to continue to try and cheer her up. "Promise you won't worry about it? I'll tell you everything Wednesday night." The junior would offer, voice laced in honesty and contentment. Studying her face, he'd quiver a small grin of admiration, tapping his fingers lightly upon her own.
Retrieving his phone from his pocket when he'd feel the familiar vibration, he would look at the screen to read who'd sent it first, a little dumbfounded when he'd realize who asked him the questions and what they were about. Hesitantly, he texted back. I know that he's a little brat who went out of his way to punch me about five minutes ago. I wouldn't dream of ever having his phone number. Sending the writing once he had managed to type it all out with one hand, he'd revert his glance to Kinsey, playfully quirking a brow.
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❨ 𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒 :: 𝐏 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊 𝐄 𝐑 ❩ ─────────
▪ ﹙age: 16﹚
▪ ﹙grade: sophomore﹚
▪ ﹙group: standards﹚
▪ ﹙location: history classroom﹚
▪ ﹙tagged: Travis﹚

Raising his brows at the remark regarding his 'protection', he'd smirk rather smugly, brushing a hand through his hair. "'Cute' would be the last word I'd use to describe it. More like.. pathetic, but.. whatever." He'd hum jokingly, tilting his head slightly. "Seriously, though. You can't change my mind. Not at all." He would comment in mock stubbornness, leaning forward a bit when he'd begin to talk about Logan, lifting a brow.
"I don't know how someone could possibly stay mad at you, I mean.. all you're trying to do is make people smile." Miles would chuckle honestly, gaze scanning his profile briefly. "Sorry, but.. the second you befriended me, any drama of yours automatically became mine. Nice try, though." He'd murmur tauntingly, though also wanted to get the point through that he was likely intent on involving himself despite it being relatively unnecessary. "Yeah, sure. I wouldn't.. push you for answers or anything until you wanted to tell me, so.." he would attempt to reassure, not exactly wanting to come across as impatient or pushy. "Though I am curious about it." He'd add, grinning playfully.
Still a bit baffled as to why he had been interacted with by the senior, he would find himself taking his mind off it, eyes shifting over Travis steadily. "Honestly, I'm not sure if I would've made it if the teacher didn't come in." The sophomore would cackle softly, shaking his head. "My face hurts pretty bad and we hadn't even been at it for a minute." He'd mutter humorously, flashing his companion a perky smile.

[serafim]

|Kinsey Clearwater|Junior|17|Cheerleader|Location; History Classroom| Tags; Logan|

Her smile grew at the mention of the pet name as Kinsey nodded slightly at his words, the nerves from earlier melting away. In the presence of his familiar warmth she began to feel at ease, more comfortable.The blonde leaned close to press her lips against his cheek softly after the jock offered to tell her everything at the notion that she'd promise to not worry. "Alright prince charming, I promise" she spoke sweetly, a shy liveliness in her voice as she studied his face for a brief moment before hearing a phone vibrate. Realizing it was Logan's she decided not to bother or pry by asking questions, relaxing back into her seat. She was beginning to feel better and the gentleness that Logan showed her eased her into the process faster.
She intertwined her fingers with his again as she held onto it once more, looking back at him once he finished texting whoever was on the other side of the phone. "So about Wednesday night," she began, Kinsey offering a small hint of a smile, "If you'd like to stay longer than 10 you're more than welcome to, we could find other things to do if you decide to stay...But I understand it being a school night and all that, needing your beauty sleep" she teased with a small chuckle.

|Lilian Boyer|Senior|18|Musician|Location; History Class|Tags; Cecil|

Lilian smiled her signature grin as she ruffled the boy's curly hair playfully, "Yeah really lucky you," she murmured as she lifted her head and began to slump back in her chair, "It's like a zoo out there."
She felt something rest against her shoulder as she barely turned to glance to realize it was Cecil and his usual sleepy demeanor returning. She snorted as he spoke of her smelling nice and being a comfortable pillow, nodding as she closed her eyes. "Yeah, I can tell you what shampoo and perfume I use if you like it so much," she teased quietly as she let the boy rest against her. An odd and unusual display from him but Lilian didn't mind. She preferred him coming out of his comfort zone rather than shrinking underneath any sort of gaze. "Thank you though...it does sound weird so let's work on saying those kinds of things in a different manner."

[ghast.]

✔ ＴＲＡＶＩＳxＫＩＮＧ
gender male │ age seventeen (junior) │ role class clown │ tags miles, cameron
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xxxxxexhaling, travis offered a fond smile. ”you think it’s pathetic that
you got into a fight with someone who most people wouldn’t want to
mess with? and for a friend? over some garbage?” gaze meeting
the sophomore’s, he gave an adoring glance. ”you’ve never been in
a physical fight before? how can you just walk up and punch someone
and at the same time have confidence in it? smirking, he sighed in
contentedness.[/b]

the junior shrugged, exhaling at the same time. ”eh, i think you’d be
surprised at how many people who i’ve fought with. obviously all verbal
ly,” he cocked an eyebrow, as if he were listening intently to the comm
ent. ”okay, but don’t kill me for all of it. i’ll just remind you that you’re
the one who wanted to know,” travis stated, jokingly. ”i mean, you
did try to beat logan up for it so i feel like i’m even more entitled to tell
you than i would’ve been.”

“yea, i mean as bad as it is that you got caught fighting, you might’ve been
punched into another life by him. no offense,” he teased, grinning widely.
”it looks pretty bad. i can literally feel the pain and i didn’t even join
the fight.”

[serafim]

|Kinsey Clearwater|Junior|17|Cheerleader|Location; History Classroom| Tags; Logan|

Her smile grew at the mention of the pet name as Kinsey nodded slightly at his words, the nerves from earlier melting away. In the presence of his familiar warmth she began to feel at ease, more comfortable.The blonde leaned close to press her lips against his cheek softly after the jock offered to tell her everything at the notion that she'd promise to not worry. "Alright prince charming, I promise" she spoke sweetly, a shy liveliness in her voice as she studied his face for a brief moment before hearing a phone vibrate. Realizing it was Logan's she decided not to bother or pry by asking questions, relaxing back into her seat. She was beginning to feel better and the gentleness that Logan showed her eased her into the process faster.
She intertwined her fingers with his again as she held onto it once more, looking back at him once he finished texting whoever was on the other side of the phone. "So about Wednesday night," she began, Kinsey offering a small hint of a smile, "If you'd like to stay longer than 10 you're more than welcome to, we could find other things to do if you decide to stay...But I understand it being a school night and all that, needing your beauty sleep" she teased with a small chuckle.

|Lilian Boyer|Senior|18|Musician|Location; History Class|Tags; Cecil|

"I don't know, just start it off by asking like what kind of perfume or shampoo I use" Lilian began as she opened her eyes to watch Mr. Carter ramble about not printing out a syllabus for the class, his usual lack of preparedness not shocking her in the slightest. "Then you can say 'oh well it smells really nice' or something."
She was about to speak up about something else until she felt Cecil grab her hand, holding it which caused her cheeks to warm up. She looked down at their hands and smiled briefly, sighing before glancing at him. "You're really going out of your comfort zone today, huh?" she murmured gently and quietly, noting his comfortable disposition next her as he rubbed her hand, "You're sweet Cecil...don't let anyone tell you different."

[kino]

❨ 𝐋 𝐎 𝐆 𝐀 𝐍 :: 𝐁 𝐄 𝐂 𝐊 ❩ ───────────
▪ ﹙age: 17﹚
▪ ﹙grade: junior﹚
▪ ﹙group: jocks﹚
▪ ﹙location: history classroom﹚
▪ ﹙tagged: Kinsey﹚

Feeling better himself when he'd notice her begin to ease up from the whole outbreak, he would idly tap his feet on the floor, not minding when the light contact was made to his cheek. "Good." He'd murmur lightheartedly, aiming to return the gentle kiss to her cheek, scanning her features admirably. Still a bit baffled over why Cameron had asked him about Miles, he would decide to take his mind off it, more interested in showing affection for the cheerleader. Listening when she'd begin talking about the night that he was rather looking forward to, he would allow a small laugh to escape his lips, nodding in agreement.
"Sure, I don't see why not." Logan would comment honestly, outstretching his legs briefly beneath the table, cocking his head whilst keeping his attention trained on her. "I don't mean to sound sappy, but the whole 'docks' thing will probably be the best." He'd whisper, slanting a brow slightly, gaze scanning her features steadily. "But also hearing you play the piano is something I look forward to as well." Offering her a fond grin, he would gently rub his fingers along the back of the blonde's hand, exhaling in a content manner.
"So, can we officially call this a date? Us, I mean.." he'd then attempt to bring up the idea, more than happy to be able to call her his girlfriend despite having only more personally met her the current day. It felt like longer, which is what mostly pushed him to asking. "I'll rephrase that a little." The jock would chuckle quietly, seeking to meet her green gaze. "Would you like to go out with me?"
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❨ 𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒 :: 𝐏 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊 𝐄 𝐑 ❩ ─────────
▪ ﹙age: 16﹚
▪ ﹙grade: sophomore﹚
▪ ﹙group: standards﹚
▪ ﹙location: history classroom﹚
▪ ﹙tagged: Travis﹚

"Well, sort of..! I shouldn't have done that, but like I said, if he was just gonna get up in my face like that, then.." he'd chuckle, sheepishly scratching at the back of his head. "Also he was being an ass to you, so.. couldn't let that slide, either." He would add, shaking his head when the questions would be made regarding his ability to involve himself in conflict, along with the courage to having done so. "Yeah.. I mean, no, I've never got in a fight with someone; I barely even get in verbal fights with anyone, let alone physical." He'd admit, furrowing his brows a little. "Like I told you before, I'm not a fan of jocks or any of the sort, so when he acted like the boss in front of me, I guess I just snapped." Miles would murmur, slightly laughingly.
"It's hard to really see that. Then again, I met you only today, so.. I can't act like I know everything about you." He'd remark quietly, rolling his eyes at the jokingly made the statement. "I'd never do that, no way.." he would tease, prodding the junior's chest gently, a small half-smile whisked across his features. "It must be bad, but.. I won't make a big deal of it. It's over and done, anyway; well, not really, since some people won't let stuff go." gesturing with his skull in Logan's direction, he'd hum, attention fully fixated on Travis.
"Offense taken. Thanks, though." He'd comment humorously, kicking his heel idly on the hard surface beneath him, scoffing softly. "Okay, okay, I get it. I guess my face isn't so nice now, is it? Soon there'll be bruises, so.." he'd taunt, grinning steadily at the other male.

[Serpantdragon]

Valentina Harrison- Sophomore- 15 years- Tags; Ezra

Valentina looked to where the commotion was and shrugged her shoulder, not knowing what was going on at all. At the sound of Mr. Carter speaking, her head snapped to the door. "Oh good, he is here," she said quietly as she turned her head towards Ezra.

[serafim]

|Kinsey Clearwater|Junior|17|Cheerleader|Location; History Classroom| Tags; Logan|

The show of affection from someone she desired romantically was one she hasn't been graced with since her freshman year, so the returning familiarity of it was one Kinsey lavished in. Her green eyes would fall towards their entangled fingers, humming sweetly for a brief moment as she turned her eyes back to him as she listened to him speak. A smile pulled at her lips as he mentioned looking forward to the docks and her playing the piano, sighing in content. "The docks are beautiful in general, I've always enjoyed the view there whenever I had the time to go out in the back. But at night it's so breathtaking, you can see the reflection of the stars on the water," she hummed as she shifted in her seat to sit closer to him, enjoying the familiar warmth. "But yeah, I think i'll really enjoy the docks and playing the piano for you, I just hope i'm not too rusty to the point where i'll be sitting there trying to remember how to play it" she sheepishly chuckled.
Her eyes lit up as she heard him ask the question she's been waiting to hear, what sophomore Kinsey would never dream of being asked by him. She met his gaze as could feel the surge of joy rise up in answering the question, sure to replay this moment in her head until she couldn't anymore. "Yeah, I'd love to, Logan" she whispered before pressing her lips against his, smiling against them before pulling away.

|Lilian Boyer|Senior|18|Musician|Location; History Class|Tags; Cecil|

She frowned as she recognized the familiar worry laugh from Cecil, tilting her head slightly before shaking it in response. "I don't think you're acting dependent at all, I like the way you're acting...it's nice" she murmured as now she began to rub her thumb over his hand, hoping to ease the nerves away. She cared for him, so whenever a sign of discomfort entered his expression or tone she was there to attempt to fix it, to see the gentle smile reappear on lips that she's come to adore.
"You aren't acting weird either, it's pretty adorable," she'd tease him to lighten the mood in hopes he'd tease her back, the brunette beginning to bite the bottom of her lip in anticipation. "I like oddly awkward but romantic Cecil, a-and" she stuttered as she met his eyes briefly, faltering underneath those brown eyes of his. "I want to see more of it."

[ghast.]

✔ ＴＲＡＶＩＳxＫＩＮＧ
gender male │ age seventeen (junior) │ role class clown │ tags miles, cameron
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xxxxx"agreed, and i guess it was self defense. but again, for like the
third time, i don't want you to get hurt by things that i did in the pa
st. as great as it is having you want to protect me, i think it's better
off if i'm the one fighting for myself," smiling in admiration, he
tapped his finger on the table. "i do believe that, but the way yo
u just started with him is making me start to question it..." he t
easingly smirked. "is anyone truly a fan of jocks other than
themselves??"

"i guess people have different opinions than you on me. but i think it's
a fair guess at that," travis joked, happily. "you never know," mouth now
stretched into a toothy grin, his gaze focused on miles' expression, which
seemed to change by the minute. "thanks. i know so many people that w
ould've killed to hear literally like, the smallest secret."

the junior's expression softened, a small laugh escaping his mouth. "hey, i
never said that." his grin turned to a satisfied smirk.

[serafim]

|Kinsey Clearwater|Junior|17|Cheerleader|Location; History Classroom| Tags; Logan|

The show of affection from someone she desired romantically was one she hasn't been graced with since her freshman year, so the returning familiarity of it was one Kinsey lavished in. Her green eyes would fall towards their entangled fingers, humming sweetly for a brief moment as she turned her eyes back to him as she listened to him speak. A smile pulled at her lips as he mentioned looking forward to the docks and her playing the piano, sighing in content. "The docks are beautiful in general, I've always enjoyed the view there whenever I had the time to go out in the back. But at night it's so breathtaking, you can see the reflection of the stars on the water," she hummed as she shifted in her seat to sit closer to him, enjoying the familiar warmth. "But yeah, I think i'll really enjoy the docks and playing the piano for you, I just hope i'm not too rusty to the point where i'll be sitting there trying to remember how to play it" she sheepishly chuckled.
Her eyes lit up as she heard him ask the question she's been waiting to hear, what sophomore Kinsey would never dream of being asked by him. She met his gaze as could feel the surge of joy rise up in answering the question, sure to replay this moment in her head until she couldn't anymore. "Yeah, I'd love to, Logan" she whispered before pressing her lips against his, smiling against them before pulling away.

|Lilian Boyer|Senior|18|Musician|Location; History Class|Tags; Cecil|

Lilian's brows rose as he continued speaking, listening intently until she felt the warmth of his hand rest on her thigh, cheeks flushing a soft pink as she hesitated and looked away, breaking the eye contact which gave her time to recollect herself. "You'll figure it out in time, you always do" she murmured as she glanced back at Cecil, returning the gentle smile he offered. She hasn't felt hesitant to act in such a long time, it was unfamiliar and made her nervous. Unsure, her green eyes began to drift around the classroom, looking for something to refocus on in order to ease the nerves away. Maybe she'd watch the awfully lovey-dovey and tamed Logan with the cheerleader in the front of the room or the various students chatting or sitting on their phone. After a few quiet moments she couldn't think of what to say, she was just stunned by the sudden emotions Cecil flooded onto her within the span of a few minutes.