The Geeks and the Populars -literate role play- [Full]

[Prophet]

Marlee
Marlee watched and listened to the teacher intently, as Mrs.Pepper stood in front of the class explaining the task and proceeding to name off the partners. With each name Marlee tightened crossed fingers, thinking Please be Hagen, Please be Hagen... And when her name was called, the brief moments in-between names was grueling. However, it was more then worth it when the name Hagen Smith sounded from the old woman's soft lips. Internally, Marlee was overjoyed.
Gleefully she bounced to Hagen's sea with the perfect play in mind. In moments, she sat in a seat backwards to him. "Hey there buddy." She chimed with a smile. "What skit would you like to do by our pronoun subject?" She asked, a gentle low-key smirk playing her cheeks.
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Mathew aka Marco

Mathew, a giddy smile on his cheeks, listened for the partners names to be announced. However, his heart sank when the name Hazel Frosse came out before his. Wide eyed, he turned to see the popular succubus herself. A sneer on her face was directed at his poor being, his adams-apple bounced as he thought of all the things she alone, hated about him.
Smoothly, he stood up and made his way to her. In moments, he found himself at the head of her desk. "Um, we're partners. I believe." He commented, a fake side grin pulling at his right cheek.
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Tyson
Tyson peered around the classroom ignoring what the teacher was saying, until of course he heard his name. His name had come right after...PARIS?! Don't get me wrong, he had no problem with the kid, but Paris? Of all the people in the class he was good friends with, why Paris? The one popular person he was simply bored and annoyed by, for no apparent reason what so ever. He brushed purple hair from his vision and now, glared around the room. Searching for the little Princess Paris.
Regardless of his searching, he was not the kind of person who would go to someone. No, no. If they wanted to talk, or even contact with with this man they had to come to him.

[pep]

Ashlyn bit her cheek as the partners were about to be announced. The metallic taste of blood immediately came to her, obviously her stress gnawing away at the skin earlier. As Mrs. Pepper began to read off the names, Ashlyn immediately picked up her name with a boy's. Zachary Robin. The distinct memory of her sister's list of people to stay away from came to mind. Zack was one of the boys on there. However, her sister didn't give a flying Furby about geeks. Ashlyn seemed to like them, truly. She was forced into the populars, never wanting to be in them. However, she found a sense of happiness and like she actually could fit in with the people who were fans of her sis. Only her sister, probably never herself. Her eye caught on Zack, who was grinning largely. This forced a grin upon herself, noting his perkiness and joy when it came to Shakespeare. The sound of doing a play seemed interesting. Her grin widened.

Although a sense of anger passed through her, the phase for Ashlyn passed quickly. Hey, maybe being with a geek could help her out. She wouldn't exactly be shoving all the work over to happy-go-lucky Zack; she'd do her part. As she noticed the boy heading over, she clicked her pen nervously. Even just by seeing a boy- ugly, fat, tall, skinny, whatever- made her have butterflies. Her doctor was convinced she had a mild case of androphobia, the fear of men. Back to nibbling on her cheek.

Ash paused as Zack arrived. He had such a happiness to his voice that it made her want to hug his tone. Her response was simple. "I'm Ashlyn." she responded with a small grin. "It's an honor to be working with you on this project."

[k i t t e n .]

Kiara
She was shocked. She was paired with a popular? She shrunk down into her desk. Why couldn't I have been paired up with someone I acually know? she thought to herself. She sighed and looked at the teacher with disbeleif. Then she looked around at her classmates. Wow, how can Zack be so calm? she asked herself. She looked over at Zeke, who was freaking out. She rolled her eyes a bit.

[l<3ve]

Macy Thorton
Who? Daniel Sanders? Is he related to that Troy guy? Doesn't he have that snake bite in his lower lip? Too many questions, too many theories! Whatever I do, I thought to myself, don't fall head over heels! If the guy is incredibly smart, I will probably like him, if he's cute, I'll like him, if he play's sports I'll like him. You can probably call me a typical geeky girl! If he tries to manipulate me (which I have a history of), I'm screwed! Can you believe it! But not to worry, I told myself, everything will be A, O.K! I strutted over to the bookshelf and reached for a book, until I noticed a guy with medium, black, shiny hair with a snakebite. I had an urge in my stomach to ask him something, so instead of holding back I expressed my thoughts. "Hi, I'm Macy Thorton, are you by any chance to be Daniel Sanders? I noticed your, uh", Macy stumbled on her words as she looked at him with much content ", your um", she couldn't resist his black silky hair, his eyes, his... his... ", I couldn't help but notice your snakebite!" Is that all I can say Macy? Hold your self together! She bit her lip awaiting his response. She began to break a nervous sweat, almost as if... she liked him! But she did hold a grudge as she had a crush on Zack, an outgoing, achieving, ambitious, role model. But what did he care, he doesn't even know her! She winced as he was paired up with some girl she didn't even know. Actually, ever since the seventh grade Macy took acting classes to impress Zack but he never cared enough to notice her hidden talent. She almost gave up on him but realized he was the reason she became herself, the reason why she is who she is today.

Troy Sanders
Troy gazed around looking for Claire. He announced to the whole class "Claire! Oh Claire, come out come out where ever you are! Don't be scared, I don't bite, unless of course you want me too!" His glare seemed very noticeable as he meowed like a tiger and reached his hand in front of him like it was a claw. The class interrupted from dreadful groans to complete laughter, as this was one of the reasons why Troy was popular. His dirty blonde hair flipped to the left as he awaited for a response like an invitation to a party. Sure, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the warehouse, but he did know tons of pick up lines and he was considered "the class clown". He knew Claire had some smarts, more than him at least, so they could easily get a B- or a C+. His plan was to win her heart, get a good grade, and possibly even play along that he likes her for a while so there aren't too many broken hearts, until the end of course. All he was thinking about, mostly, was football practice after school. Like always, his "crew" would follow him around, until lunch and leave him to the ladies. He was a player, and he knew that too, so he tried his best at it. His one true secret crush though, Kiara, will be locked in his heart forever and always. But it didn't matter to her as she was considered a nobody in the world of populars. Or a nobody in Geekland, so what "rank" she was, nobody knew, she was just considered an in- between I guess. Troy got up and picked a book from the shelf, almost sprinting back to his seat to see if Claire was there. He guessed she hated him, most girls that knew he was a player did, so in a result he shrugged his shoulders and began to read aloud ",The play Ro- Ro- Ro me-o and Ju- uli- iet, was wri- tten by shake spam," Shake spam? That can't be right! He looked around to see if anybody noticed. "Shakespeare! Oh. That's how you say it!" he continued reading, stumbling on most of his words, hoping nobody would notice.

[l<3ve]

(Sorry it took so long for me to reply back! I can already feel tension between the characters! Eeeek! I'm so excited on what's going to happen next!)

[Minimetoo]

"Don't." Zeke turned to Kiara, his face blank. By the look in his gray eyes, he looked about as excited about this project as she did. Not that he cared what she thought. Geek. He slammed the book shut and set it on the desk. "I'm not your friend. I'm not your buddy. I'm nothing but your partner for a project because my English teacher just loves to make my life miserable." He turned his chair towards hers, setting his elbows on his knees. His hair fell in front of his face, but the stormy grays still peeked through to glare at Kiara. "It's Zeke. Not Ezequiel, not 'EZ,' not 'Z,' just Zeke. I've got practice on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Sunday mornings. Lunch is off limits. No way we're doing a play, and I'm not a good writer, so if we do an essay, don't expect me to help out. Now that that's over with..." He returned his chair to its original position and flipped his book open. His eyes started skimming through the words, lips pursed. No more words came from him, and hopefully this geek got the hint. 

Hazel lifted her cool gaze to the boy, stopping him from saying more. Or at least that's what it was meant to do. "I believe you're right." She mumbled, looking back at the group of students grabbing their books. It'd probably be smart if they got some books too. But she wasn't going to get them, and Mathew hadn't gone to get his either. Oh well, they'd survive without it. "It looks like everyone else isn't too happy with their partners. Mrs. Pepper did this on purpose. Populars and Geeks collide. This is going to be a disaster." She mused with a sorrowful sigh. "At least you're my partner and not that drama freak that comes to school in costumes all the time." She seemed a little relieved about that, actually. Zack was wearing a tuxedo today. A tuxedo and Converse. To school. She felt bad for the poor girl who had to be with that dude. "You're Marco, right?" She asked as if she had no idea who he was. But she knew exactly who he was. Back in fourth grade, she had the biggest crush on Mathew. He was the cutest boy in her class, right next to Zeke, but she was a quiet girl then, and boys still had cooties at that age. But the big divide between groups had crushed that old crush of hers. Now she was popular, and he was not. It was funny how things changed, she thought with a sad smile up at boy.

"Oh, but the honor is mine." Zack took a small step back and bowed deeply. He smiled up at her brightly, his gray eyes shining. "Ashlyn, a beautiful name to fit such a pretty face. This project will be an absolute blast, I assure you. I read Romeo and Juliet more times than I can count, but I'll get us some book anyways. I'm always good for reading some Shakespeare." He straightened, then turned on his heel and nearly skipped to the bookshelf. Using his height to his advantage, Zack reached over all the students dramatically, pulled two books from their shelf, then stumbled backwards into an empty desk. And of course, he had to make a scene and completely knock it to the ground with him following close behind. "I'm alright!" He jumped back to his feet, then picked up the desk and waved back at the chuckling Mrs. Pepper. "Don't hurt yourself, Zack." "I wasn't planning on it, Mrs. P, but thanks!" Zack dusted off his tux and walked back to Ashlyn, holding the books to his chest as if they were the most precious thing in the world. "No books were harmed. No need to worry." The books were set neatly on the table before he fell into the chair beside her, chuckling.

[rainbowcat!]

have i been accepted?

[~BlueBird~]

Claire slammed her head on her desk, got up and walked over to Troy. "Seriously?! Give me that." She took the book right from his hands. "Now, dont think im going to "Fall" in love," She made this weird, grossed out face, "with you. Because one, I think your a disgusting person who only likes people because no one loves you back, and two, your simply not my type" She slammed the book down on his desk, and battered her fists. "Understood?" She smiled a wicked smile.

[Richie's Gal Forever]

Paris closed her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. Why did she have to pair me up with him? She usually had a tolerance for other populars but him....why?! She went back and forth in her mind to go up to him and ask him about the project. Yet, she knew she would just get angered and walk away like what usually happened when she attempted a conversation with him. He usually made her really angry. She just sighed and sat there, thinking of what to do for the project. She gave up and walked to the bookshelf, getting two books, then walked up to him. She didn't say anything, she just sat in an empty desk next to him. She stared at the ground for a minute, trying to think of something to say. She never spoke to Tyson because she knew, for some odd reason, she annoyed and bored him. But, then again, she probably bored all of the populars while her brother was the one who had fun. She was not about to do all the work. That's always how things go when she was paired with other populars. She did all the work. She hated it completely. She knew this project was going to be fun if Tyson didn't blow it. She loved Romeo and Juliet. She read it a million times since she knew how to read huge books. Her parents had taught her to read at a very young age. In fact, Romeo and Juliet was the third book she was taught to read and her parents explained it to her. She had memorized her favorite line. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. What's here? A cup, clos'd in my true love's hand. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them to make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm! Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rest, let me die. She smiled to herself and mentally laughed, remembering the plays her parents put on. They always acted out the book when trying to explain it to them. They usually got her older siblings or her uncles and aunts or older cousins to help out. That part was her favorite. She didn't know why, but it was.

Prince looked around for Hailey. Who's Hailey...? He thought to himself. He thought he knew everybody in the class, but that proved he was wrong. Prince narrowed it down and found her. She was pretty. He didn't really label people. Him and his family hated labels. Like rich or poor. Geek or popular. Emo or scene. Who cares?! He smirked to himself and walked over to her. "Are you Hailey?" He asked, moving his hair from his brown eyes. He hated having his hair in his eyes. He didn't know how his sister could handle it. This was a chance for him to meet new people and get to know them a little better. He liked to do that. He did that often when him and his family go down and donate or volunteer or something. He's definitely not like his sister. Yeah, he can be shy at times, but he doesn't really show it like she does. He loves to have fun. He doesn't question things. Ah, Romeo and Juliet... He thought to himself. Him and his sister learned how to read it at a very young age. Good times.

Adam bit his lip when he heard they were having partners for this project. He hated partners. It just gives people the chance to make fun of him for his accent. Most people did. Even the geeks. The only people he met that didn't put him down were Paris and Prince and their family and Elijah, who he had grown to be very good friends with. He hated when people get the language he speaks wrong. Most people call it Irelandish. He hated that. It's Irish. Not Irelandish. Don't speak your native language and your fine. He thought to himself, walking up to Rebecca. "Dia duit. Tá mé..." He trailed off. Dang it. He thought, mentally kicking himself. "I mean, hello. I am Adam O'Malley. You are?" He asked, holding out his hand to shake hers. He hated his accent. Some people couldn't understand when he talked, so he usually keeps his mouth shut and doesn't say anything.

Elijah mentally flipped the teacher off. Summer? Really? She's not the worst popular ever but she's pretty bad. Maybe I can teach her to be nicer to people.... He thought to himself. Oh, don't get him wrong, he thought Summer was beautiful, but he hated most populars with the exception of Prince and Paris. Most of them were stuck-up snobs and brats who don't think of anyone but themselves and put people like him and the other geeks down no matter how cool they were. He sighed and walked over to Summer. "I guess we're partners." He said, walking over to the bookshelf, grabbing two books, then returning and plopping into an empty seat next to her. He nearly missed the seat, but caught himself before he could fall and sat all the way in the seat.

[p u p p e h]

Summer:
With you?!? I snort loudly. I don't bother with nerds. I say, rolling my eyes. I turn around in my seat and begin painting my nails a light shade of pink.
Get the work done! I snap as I paint my thumb perfectly.