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[country.girl]

{ s c o t t.j a c k s o n

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seventeen.bored.tagged - romeo, malibu, quentin

Scott watched the other jocks and plastics talk amongst themselves. He smiled slightly and nodded as Romeo showed up, followed by Quentin. He started talking about random things with a girl, but thought about where Malibu was. The girl he was talking to left, and he went back to Romeo toss around the football. He still wasn't feeling into it, and he still didn't know why. That morning he woke up fine, and the day started out fine, but he was still out of it. He sighed and checked his phone for any messages. Seeing none, he put his phone back into his pocket and went back to watching them throw the football.

Scott then went back to chatting with the others. They weren't really talking about anything important, like right now it was about cars and nail polish. He rolled his eyes and looked over to the parking lot, seeing some people going out to lunch. Lunch, he thought, taking his back pack from his shoulder and pulling out his lunch. He didn't usually bring his lunch, but every now and then he did. He pulled out his sandwich and started to eat that. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he finished it. Maybe that will help, he thought, looking back into his bag.

[excalibur.]

[ @lion: PM me the idea. ]

[l i o n.]

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➳ C R I CK E T
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Cricket groaned softly as he stood in line to receive his lunch, tray in one hand, money in the other. The boy shuffled along through the line awkwardly, nodding his thanks before handing over the money and heading to his table. Where he sat. Alone. Everyday. The boy didn't mind being alone, it left him a nice chunk of time to relax and read as well as mentally prepare for his next class; gym. The tall bookworm sat himself down at the table in the corner as he always did, extracting the next book from his backpack. The worn cover felt so familiar and right as it set in his hands. He pushed the lunch tray away, never actually eating any of the food he was served. Chapter 5. Cricket smiled to himself, leaning back in the chair, his sea-green eyes flitting with ease over the words. It was his third time reading the Harry Potter series, yet it never seemed to get old and with every reading, more was revealed. Every once in a while, the lone teenager would allow his eyes to wander upwards, scanning each person in turn with a single glance. If only reading people was as easy as reading a book. He sighed, returning behind the pages of the book, using them as somewhat of a shield. Eventually, Cricket discovered he just couldn't concentrate with all the ruckus and chaos of the lunchroom so he returned the book to the depths of his backpack, stood without a word, emptied his tray and headed off to the gym. Hopefully there would be a bit more peace and quiet there. A hand made its way up and back as it brushed through his dirty blonde hair, ruffling the already bed-headed look up even more. His strides were long and confident as he towered above many of the other students, yet he never made a move to shove them or move them out of his way. He simply went with the flow, letting it wash him away. At last he pushed his way through the double doors and into the darkened gym. As Cricket walked along, he listened to the echo of his feet and tilted his head upwards, watching as the motion-activated lights came to life. All except one. He'd noticed it a while back and had referred it the the janitor, but as usual, nothing was done about it. Well, not his problem. Cricket shrugged, setting himself down at the top of the bleachers, producing his book once more. He had often wondered why he couldn't simply pack his bags and leave for Hogwarts or receive his letter, revealing that, in fact, he was a wizard. Now, he just simply chuckled at the thought and shook his head. Those dreams were dashed long ago when he had been bullied. He'd called out a few well known spells from the series, none of which worked. It only allowed for more punching and bruising. Cricket winced as if he could still feel the wounds.

[♈Aries♈]

ivory lucy carter
open
peaceful
xo

ivory stops in mid note and looks down at quentin, a jock. her heart skips a beat. that jock just happens to be the jock she's had a crush on since freshman year. of course it's just a hopeless little crush. I mean, she's a band geek and he's one of the most popular guys in school. it will never work out and she knows it. he's destined to be with one of the plastics or maybe a preppie. but a band nerd? they're basically the lowest of the low. and despite the fact, she continues to have a crush on him. shaking herself out of her thoughts, ivory takes a breath. "Thanks... I would hope I can sing pretty well, it's basically the only thing I've got going for me..." She says with a small chuckle and a demure smile. she tucks her long fringe behind one ear as she feels her cheeks grow warm.

[pumpkin.]

{ is anyone open for Parker? }

[Dalliance,]

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

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I hear the bell ring for lunch and i press my books against my chest. As i tucked my silky brown hair behind my ears. I wasnt really a girl to put it up. But there we are. Some peoples hair look better up, but to be honest mine didn't. I shrug and let everyone go out before me. I was polite like that. I follow behind the crowd towards the lockers on the other side of the school. I hear my shoes clip along the metal bolts that drilled into the floor boards. I sigh. I hear my phone go off inside of my pocket. That had either been on the the Artist asking where i was or telling me to hurry up. Or it had been Alice. I eventually come to my locker and delve into my pocket with my spare hand to pull out my locker key. I put it in and twist it to the left. The door opens. I chuck all my stuff in quickly so i could read my text. It had been from Alice. I smile and text back that i would see her around. I put my phone back in my pocket before any teacher could see. I slam my locker with my hip and walk off. I walk into the dining, hall where all you could hear was the echoed noise of gossip. I sigh and make my way to the line. Waiting was something i wasn't overly good at. It was like waiting for a kettle to boil but times that by 10. I reach down into my other pocket and pull out some cash. That had been lying around my desk that morning. I count it up in my hand it had come to £3.70. I was glad it was more then i had needed. As the line finally makes its way around i scoot over to the sandwiches and pick myself up a cheese and pickle on. I grasp it in my had as with the other i grabbed a drink and an apple. I then place the sandwich on top. Making it some kind of tower as i paid the dinner lady. As i got my money back i quickly shoved it in my pocket as everything started to fall. My lunch fell all over the floor. I blush "Oh god" I mumble to myself and slowly bend down and quickly pick everything up and walked off as if nothing had happened. I sit down at the table that had become the Artist's table. And if anyone else had sat here then there would be trouble. Thats why i didnt overly like newbies. Cause they would take your space. And you felt like you couldn't say anything. I roll my eyes as i swing my leg over the bench and sit myself down. Waiting for the other guys to come join me.

- This is for all the Artist's -

[kida.]

Malibu Clarence + seventeen + plastic + tagged;; scott.

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[duckworth]

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мale

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тalĸιng тo ιvory

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Quentin glanced over at Ivory again, and noticed that she seemed to be blushing. He had never really noticed before, but she was kind of cute when she blushed. Smiling in what he hoped was a comforting way, Quentin turned so he could face Ivory when talking to her, but still keep an eye on the guys practicing football. Still grinning crookedly, Quentin said, "I'm sure you've got more talents than singing. You're in band, right? Which instrument do you play?" Quentin noticed that she was still kind of blushing, so was desperately trying to turn the conversation to something casual so that she would stop being mildly embarrassed. "I play the drums and the guitar, but I never joined any sort of music group in school. Sports are more important to me. I play way too many sports," He laughed, his dark indigo eyes glowing.

[country.girl]

{ s c o t t.j a c k s o n

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seventeen.bored.tagged - romeo, malibu, quentin

Scott had just finished his sandwich when he pulled out an apple. He started to munch on it as he listened to the plastics talk about the new clothing lines coming out. He shook his head and smiled, before pulling out his phone again and seeing he had a new text. It was from his mom, *Hey, are you staying after today?* he thought about it for a moment before replying, *Yeah.*

The boy put his phone away and recrossed his arms. He jumped slightly as he heard a voice behind him. Scott spun around to see Mal, and instantly his day got better. He smiled and pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek, "Hey baby." He held her for a minute before releasing her, looking in her eyes before saying, "How's your day been going?"

WB }

[haadez_]

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