1x1 with tabby-chan

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
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the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

fair point. Quinn would have to learn how to control his sarcasm. He could feel a little pit of worry and dread forming in his chest, knowing the jocks would probably catch up to him after school. Tomorrow he'd probably come back with a black eye and bruises. Hopefully he would be able to just skateboard back to his house, over the little smudge of cracked road cornered by lush trees and other wooden houses, and get home safely. "Your concern is really touching, Lukes, but I think I'll be fine." He tried to keep a light tone, but it came out sounding strained and airy, knowing he was lying to himself. "You're lucky. growing up in the same place." Quinn tried to continue the conversation to rid his mind of the angry blond behind him. He could already feel the pain that awaited him after the classes. The teen mustered up another false chuckle as his own 'admirers' came up. "Ah, not so much. I got a girlfriend who cheated on me with a druggie and a few not-so-friendly-friends. Lets just say underage drinking is hard to avoid." Finally fed up with fixing his beanie out of nervous habit, Quinn just took it off and shoved it in his bag, running a hand through his hair. Sitting next to Luka didn't feel as natural and comfortable as he'd like it io.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~
-----With one glance at Quinn, almost anyone could tell how nervous he was. New kids usually got picked on the first day, but now that he had made enemies with Ian... there was no telling how long he’d have to endure the torture. “You’re lying.” Luka mumbled to himself, resting his head in his hands and refusing to look at his old friend. Quinnely was in some serious denial if he believed he would actually be alright, even Luka was dreading the final bell. If their imprintee was anxious, the werewolf would be anxious. If they were sad or hurt, the werewolf would also be sad or hurt. It was how the whole imprinting/bonding process was for his species. “You just can’t seem to catch a break, can you? Horrible girlfriend, friends who aren’t your friends, and now you’re going to get beat up. I can’t say I’m surprised though. You never had the best luck.” Hell, Luka would kill for Quinn’s luck right now despite how he claimed it was bad a few seconds prior. Sure, he had to deal with a cheater and didn’t have actual friends, but he got a fresh start, even if he had to put up with Ian and the other bullies. Luka was in a dead end situation. He had to marry Amelia. He had to stick by the thundering morons that were his friends. And he had to stay on the alpha’s good side and be the perfect son. “So... how are your parents? Still pretending you don’t exist?”

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

yeah, he was lying. Quinn had barely caught the little mumble, but it was there surely. His horrible luck was true, though. Jessica, the girl he'd been dating for two weeks, had dumped him for a drug addicted popular. It was sort of funny, since Quinn had never really liked her. Jessica had basically forced him into a relationship since he was 'cute' enough to attract a pretty girls attention. He was long since over it, but it had certainly crushed his already miniscule pride.

Talking with Luka was getting easier, his nervous leg jittering and pencil tapping was gone. But the teen immediately tensed when his parents were brought up, his jaw tightening and sea blue eyes shooting the dark haired boy a warning glance. He'd better not plan on carrying on with this topic. "Yeah. Yours?" His voice was taught, a little quiet and angry sounding.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~
-----Well, the parent topic still upset Quinn. He could add that to the list of things that hadn’t changed. “Mine are as smothering and controlling as usual. Story of the year, right?” Luka let out a long sigh, casting a glance back towards his ‘friends’. They were starting to stare at him from across the room. Scratch that. They were starting to shoot a plethora of hostile glares in his direction. Apparently, Quinn was taboo now because he had pissed Ian off. That blonde oaf needed to get over himself. And speaking of Ian... the popular stood up like he was going to march over and snap at him. Luckily, Luka was saved by the teacher, a feeling of relief washing over the werewolf. Mr. Heck may have been fifteen minutes late for his own class, but he couldn’t have timed this any better if he tried. “Thank you, Mr. Heck.” He muttered under his breath.

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

math had breezed by, since they hardly did any work. most of it was explaining expectations and punishments and such. and even though Mr. Heck hadn't had them scribble down equations and get their minds to work, Quinn couldn't seem to focus. His senses kept wandering over to Luka, even when he tried to snatch them back. 'No, listen to the teacher. Ignore him.' he told himself. But he kept listening to the boy's movements, noting his bored habits. His messy hair was distracting, and so were those golden eyes that seemed to be hard not to gaze at. Sneaking glances at them from the corner of his eye was good enough. It was fascinating how he'd changed in six years, and Quinn kept noticing the differences and found himself liking them.

Finally class was over, and Quinn stood up at the bell, shoving the unused math journal into his bag. He told himself not to look at Luka, and successfully did so, walking out of class with an itching feeling to turn around. No, keep going. Lunch didn't sound too great right now, in fact, not appetizing at all. Quinnely finally reached the cafeteria, and grabbed a tray with few things on it before sitting himself down at a table with a big enough space to be comfortable.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----While neither of them had actually focused during class, Quinn had been noting the changes in his best friend and observing his bored habits. Meanwhile, Luka... He was just out of it. And until the bell rang, he was too busy doodling abstract shapes on a sheet of paper to move much at all. On the bright side, when he did have to get up, Quinn was already gone. He was starting to get it. “Hey, Luka, come on. We’re picking on the new kid at lunch today.” Usually, the werewolf was the ‘alpha’ of their group, but it seemed as if Ian wanted to be the boss, at least for the time being. Figures. The brute knew that he wouldn’t allow a beat down on the first day of school. Luka got enough detentions because of them, and did not have his heart set on receiving another right off the bat.
-----Pulling himself up and out of his seat, Luka shoved all his junk into his backpack, not even bothering to make sure it was organized. And once everyone was ready, they made the quick trip down to the cafeteria and through the lunch line. “Heeeeeyy, if it isn’t pretty boy! Sitting all alone!?... Can we join you?” It hadn’t even taken five seconds for Ian to spot his prey and stomp over with the others in toe. Whether Quinn was going to answer yes or no, Ian and the other populars had already claimed their places at his table, even Amelia and the cheerleaders joined them (much to Luka’s dismay). His fiancée was practically perched on his lap, her fingers lacing through his. Perfect. This was what he needed on top of all the other chaos today. Luka was clearly not amused. “So, new kid, how’s your first day? Any more smart ass remarks for us?” Turns out someone had already told her about the comment made to Ian. It was just the kind of thing she'd bring up. Amelia was about as bad as the rest of the group.

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

Oh, goody. Some brutes to bother him. He just couldn't get a break today, could he? Lifting his head, he opened his mouth to suggest they go sit at their own table, but they slid into their seats without waiting for an answer. Quinn puffed some air out of his nose and scooted away from a big guy that sat down beside him. A female spoke, and he looked up in surprise. The girl was sitting in Luka's lap, with a look that simply radiated a weird popular aura. She might as well have a sticker on her shirt that labeled her "Queen Bee". Quinn's jaw twitched in annoyance, obviously not happy with this girl placing her butt on his old friend's leg. It made an uncomfortable, hot, angry feeling squirm in his stomach. "Not at the moment. Give me a few minutes, I'll think of one." He said softly, his voice coming out a lot quieter then he'd meant it to . "It's been just peachy, thanks for asking." Quinnely used his fork to shove some lunch sludge around his tray, turquoise eyes locked shyly on the plate. who was she? And how'd she manage to figure out about his little comment? why was life so hard!

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
----- Luka was about as amused and comfortable as Quinn was. He’d love to just shove the head cheerleader off him and onto the dirty floor, but that would not only incur the wrath of the popular crowd but also his father’s. In case it wasn’t crystal clear: he was all about being seen as alpha’s perfect, little boy. Everything he did was centered around that cause. “Aww cutie pie... I’m glad you’re having a dandy ol’ time.” The sarcasm and malice hidden under the sickeningly sweet tone of the Queen Bee’s voice was unparalleled. Amelia reached a perfectly manicured hand over the table and gently patted the boy’s, as if to comfort him. “I sure do hope y'all have been getting along. I would hate for my precious Lukey-poo and the other boys to have to correct any bad habits of yours.” Right now, Luka wasn’t sure what to despise more: her stupid nickname for him or the fact that she was blatantly threatening his best friend. God. She was so stupid. “Your precious Lukey-poo?” Luka just about spat the words at her. “It’s. Cute.” was all she said in reply. Her tone, which had been as sharp as a knife a couple of seconds ago, went back to sickeningly sweet for Quinn. "Anyways.... What's your name new kid?" Luka hoped to God that he wouldn't give it to her. She'd probably butcher 'Quinn' as well.

[bee]

ｑｕｉｎｎｅｌｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
the boys and girls
in the cliques, the
awful names that
they stick, you're
never gonna fit in
much, kid

...lukey-poo. oh good god it was going to be a long school year. Quinn cleared his throat, a smirk tugging on his mouth cruelly at the mention of his bad habits. hah. he'd been minding his own business when the blond decided to tease him. "Oh, we've been getting along great. no need to worry." silly little lies. they came naturally. Oh, his name? He certainly shouldn't be offering his real one, she'd twist it into something weird. His nickname quickly came to mind."Miles." Quinn chirped with forced enthusiasm. He finally set down his fork and shoved the tray away, scooping up his diet coke from the counter and popping it open, happy with the familiar fizz. Luka looked just as uncomfortable as Quinn. That both amused him and set a boiling hatred in his chest. Nobody should be getting that close to Luka. It seemed unnatural and weird and out of place. The dark haired boy seemingly disliked her. funny. maybe he'd been forced into a relationship like Quinn had. He drummed his fingers against the table, the uncomfortable atmosphere bringing back his nervousness. Being this close to Ian was stressful. Quinn pushed himself to his feet, leaving his tray as he straightened. "It was real nice chatting with you, but i think I'll be off to get ready for the rest of my classes." Quinn, honestly, would like to just chat with Luka. Love to, actually. But this torture was more than he could bear, and he really needed to get away from Ian before something bad happened.

[foxes800]

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----The preppy cheerleader, dressed in her short uniform for the welcoming ceremony, tapped her nails against the plastic table top. For a while, that was the only noise in their area, the other populars (all but Luka) waiting anxiously to see what their queen would have to say. Amelia gave the new kid her biggest, brightest, fake smile that she could manage. Though, the look in her eyes was deadly. “That’s wonderful! I’m so glad to hear it, Miles. You have a nice rest of the day.” Oh. She was looking forward to what the group had set up, now more than ever. How dare he speak to her that way! This should teach him.
-----As Quinn stood, Kyle and Ian shot up. They each slung a muscular arm around the smaller male’s shoulder, effectively stopping from leaving or even moving. The Queen Bee followed suit. She moved off her fiancé’s lap, walked around the table, and gently took the drink from Quinn/Miles/whatever his name was’ hand. “But before you go... You should really finish your diet coke.” By now, she had the entire cafeteria’s attention. Everyone watched, bursting out into laughter as Amelia slowly poured it onto Quinnely’s head. Even Luka laughed, but his was an uncomfortable, fake one designed to deceive the populars. Phones were taken out, capturing the moment. Students were pointing. The cafeteria had erupted into chaos. But they weren’t quite finished. Ian leaned in close to whisper into the new kid’s ear. “I think it’s about time you learned your place you little brat. We’ll let you off with this little warning, but next time I have every intention of beating the smart ass remarks out of you.”