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[totally tyrannical.]

{ A band geek. }

[amithethird]

18
Jock
Talking to fellow jocks
School bleachers
Single/Crushless

Eric Palmer

Eric grimaced when Quentin said he dislocated his shoulder.
"That sucks," he said, "How long are you going to be out?"

Eric had never played for the football team, nor did he have any interest in it. Basketball was more his area. He was built for precision and accuracy, not force and muscle. He still hung out with the football people though. They were as much his friends as his team mates were. He'd known them longer too, before he'd joined the basketball team. In fact, it was probably partly due to them that he got up the courage to join. He'd liked basketball and sports and things for a while but he'd always been kind of nervous about going out for the high school teams. His friends finally assured him he was good enough to get in and made him go do it. He was glad they did.

[Sonder.]

S a x o n • C l a u s e

tagged;; Robyn + Emery || at;; cafeteria

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❝ I entered the cafeteria with my hands jammed tightly into the pockets of my hoodie, forehead shaded by the up-brought cloth. There was one open table, and even then someone was sitting at it. A guy. Some band kid. I grimaced with a curl of my lip as I approached the seat, sitting down at it and picking at my packed lunch from the gas station while evading all eye contact. Maybe he'd just simper off and end it at that. I didn't have one single friend in this entire school; mainly cause of the way I growl like a tiger at anyone who looks at me too long. I may be classified as a simple "grouchy artist", but I sure lived up to it.

A girl passed the table by. An artsy girl like me. She evaded eye contact just as I did, but I pivoted myself in my chair to give her a glimpse. Not for means of interest. I was simply curious to know where she'd sit herself. At the table with the other artists, maybe? ..Yes. I pursed my lips and flipped back around, furrowing my brows. Why did people let themselves be categorized like useless rag-dolls in the hands of a little girl?

[totally tyrannical.]

ωιℓℓιαм ємєяу αвяαмѕ
19
band geek
single
no crush
uncomfortable
speaking to; saxon clause

Emery looked up at the sound of some kid sitting down. He had always seen Saxon, just another familiar face. He was good at remember faces, but they were usually the people he resented. Over the few years of high school he had started to recognize more and more of them. He glanced up at the boy very briefly, feeling slightly annoyed that Saxon had decided to sit and hang out with him. Emery had always enjoyed his precious solitude. After a moment he looked back down, shifting uncomfortably. Should he strike up a conversation? No, not a good idea. He grabbed an apple and bit into it, chewing thoughtfully. He tried to remember the boy's name, maybe from an earlier year if he was in his class and attendance called. No, they were never in the same class... Emery shrugged it off, refusing to care about the stranger any longer.

[Sonder.]

[ Agh, I have to go to bed already. Gotta get up early. I'll reply sometime tomorrow CX Sorry. Bye~ ]

[Dalliance,]

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Mood ;; Fairly Happy
Group ;; The Artist
Tagged ;; William, Saxon.
Location ;; Lunch hall
Crush ;; No one
Best Friend ;; Not yet

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I watch one of my fellow artists sit down at a table with a band geek, out of the corner of my eye. I watch him closely as he to looks at me. I wandered whether if i should invite him over, or just let him be. I scratch the back of my neck and i turned my focus back on my lunch. I open up the packet which had the cheese and pickle sandwich in. I delve my hand in and pull it out. I sit back a little. And start to eat it. The delicious taste brightening up my boring mouth. I place the sandwich down and rub my hands together to get the spare crumbs off. I look up at the ceiling. I liked being an Artist. It was what i liked to do. Draw and paint. But i knew i wasn't overly pretty. And sometimes i wish i was like a plastic or a Preppies. Because they go attention. And didn't sit in the cafeteria alone. Now i wasn't sure if i should go find Alice and go have lunch with her friends. But im sure she wouldn't appreciate a stupid Artist tagging along. Making her look Lame. I sigh. Well i looked very lame sitting here on my own. I finally pull myself together. And i grab my lunch. And stand up. I move over to the table where Saxon had sat down with William. I smile politely at them and sit myself down on the other side of the table. I look at them both "Afternoon Saxon" I say only knowing his name. I wasnt sure if i should talk to the other boy. No really knowing who he was. I decide to not say a thing just in case i screw up and say something i shouldn't of said. I put my hands under the table and look down at them. I start to pick of the blue nail vanish. Something that i would usually do. And one of the only reason why i put it on. I was good when you are bored and just needed something to do. I dig one of my nails under the nail polish and pick it. Watching as it falls to the floor. I then look up at my lunch. Wandering if i should eat it or just wait. I shrug. And decide to eat in anyway. I clasp my hands around it. And bring it to my mouth. I take a reasonable mouthful and chew. Lady like.

[Morningstar0808]

- Is anyone open for Lily??? She's a bookworm/smart kid

[wallflower.]

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tagged;; all the preppies -- Ellie, and Romeo.
mood;; content- excited about lunch.
group;; the preppies
going to;; The Yellow Cafe

A soft, friendly smile appears on my lips as Romeo apologizes. not sure if i should say something back, i just giggle lightly and pull my strappy bag over my shoulder, glancing between the two as they speak. He wont be coming to the lunch with us, from what i picked up, he'll be wailing on nerds the whole time. seems like a Romeo thing to do. admittedly, i did feel a little sorry for them, most of them trembled when he walked past. if you weren't popular and you even looked at him, that nearly ensured some kind of unwanted physical contact from him. maybe that's one of the reasons he's so popular? well, apart from the fact that he's well built and sporty. when he asked me out, who was i to say no? he was one of the most popular kids in school, and even if, i myself ,was pretty high up in the ranks, we're talking the alpha male here. before we properly became girl friend and boyfriend, we had just started talking a little more whenever the plastics, jocks and us were hanging together. he invited me to a college party, [because the jocks are popular enough to be friends with other jocks, like the ones in college] which was magical. there was just a different air to the highschool parties. All the plastics, jocks and preppies have each others' numbers, but we started texting regularly, then he sat closer to me at lunch, actually sat next to me at a football game - one he wasn't in, and well... here we are.
"Okay, bye." i purse my lips slightly as he kisses me on the cheek farewell, happy that people just saw that, then blow him as kiss as he walks down the hallway. i open my mouth to speak to Ellie, but close it when i see a bunch of weedy kids fall to the floor. the work of Romeo. there a high pitched squeal from on of their girlfriends, a few gasps from the rest of the crowd, and, of course, a few approving cheers from fellow friends. i just roll my eyes, sympathy tugging at my heart, but i don't do anything. they may be scared of him, but they're not scared of me. being a preppie, meaning i'm smart, popular, and apparently im hot, means im in a few of the nerds classes. we're not like science buddies or anything, but a few small smiles is all they really need to know you dont want to push them to the floor. i think a few are disproving of our relationship. but many more are envious.
"Right then," i mutter, tearing my eyes away from the scene. "Shall we get going, i'm sure the others will join us in a bit." i look at my friend, and how amazing she looks in such a brightly colored dress. i'm not wearing much in comparison, a strappy cop top, showing of my belly button ring- which my mother certainly doesn't approve of, saying it's a bad example for my younger siblings. My light denim jeans had tiny tears at the knee, i have a mixed array of bangles, bracelets and charms enticed around my arms, and a silver locket hanging from my neck. it was a gift from a previous boyfriend. i don't still wear it because i haven't got over him- i was the one who broke it off, but the thing is too pretty to give away. and finally, my shoes. Glossy black high heels. are they hard to walk in? yes. do i wish i could trade them for the comfort of my own trainers? yep. but i like the way the look. and it can only be expected from me. i can't wear my rosy pink dolly shoes all week- can i?
my bare arm reaches out and i link it around Ellie's, it's a simple friendly gesture, and nearly all the preppies do it. we walk down the hallway and into the office where we have to sign out if we're going for lunch. our mouths move no stop, confident chatter pouring from our glossy lips. we've been friends since first grade.

[excalibur.]

Ｒｏｍｅｏ

"ｔｈｅ ｋｎｉｇｈｔ ｉｎ ｓｈｉｎｉｎｇ ａｒｍｏｕｒ"

Romeo looked over at Eric, Quentin, Scott and Malibu. He wolf whistled at the couple and smirked. Him and Scott got on really well, almost like brothers so he always liked to tease him. Looking around the field, he looked back down at his phone. He got out a rugby ball, saw a few kids who looked fun to push around. Him and the other jocks who were with him went and asked them to play a game of rugby. Not knowing what to do, they nodded and Romeo smirked at it and looked over at the guys. These kids had a bit of muscle on them but they weren't the most amazing rugby players. Romeo looked over into the bleachers and saluted to the boys before starting to play. His position was scrum-half so he was a very strong guy. As his mate chicken scratched the ball between his legs, Romeo picked up the rugby ball and started to jog down the field and getting a try. The other boys started and they ran. Romeo sprinted full pelt at one of the boys and rugby tackled him quite hard and everyone heard a huge scream and the girls looked over. "I broke his leg," Romeo said and then looked at the boys. Romeo picked him up and put him over his shoulder and then walked off, looking up at the boys, "I'll be back in a minute." As he walked past the bleachers, he looked up at the jocks, "I might have broken his leg in a rugby tackle." The boy smirked and carried him to the medical room and set him down. The nurse nodded and then Romeo walked back out and into the bleachers where he saw next to Scott and Malibu, "Well, how's everyone today then?" He said and looked down at Quentin and Eric with a smile. The boy knew quite a lot about everyone, Scott wasn't a jock in middle school but Romeo thought he was good enough for it so he was there now. Quentin was tall and muscly so Romeo had a mate who could help with the punching if he needed it. Eric, he was one of the sweetest jocks and Romeo respected him for that. Romeo looked at them, "you guys want to come to a party and my place tomorrow night?" He asked with a smirk.

[l i o n.]

{If anyone wants, I have Cricket open. At least for a little while, until th next period commences.}