*Teenage Dream* [1x1RP]

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Jackson snarled at the girl. "Lay off of her." He said, before the teacher began to give the girl a lecture, telling her that she was going to suspended for a certain ammount of time. He watched Sarah go, infuriated. He let out a defeated sigh, before hearing the bell ring.

[PrimordialNyx]

The girl just rolled her eyes. "What is she paying you to do this for her?" she asked, not believing that he would do it by choice. "You're wasting your time." she muttered. "She's a pole dancer! She's about as dry as a rainforest." she smirked. "I can't even count the number of guys she's slept with... face it. You're just another guy to her."

Sarah walked out to the parking lot and got back into her black Mustang convertible. She started dabbing at her bloody nose with a tissue as she looked in her mirror. She sighed quietly. "I should've known it would end up like this. It always does." she muttered to herself.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Jackson's face flushed in anger. He didn't reply to the girl's words, and only began walking once the bell rang. He skidded off to the lockerroom and changed before running off to his next class. He got into class as the rang. He layed his head on his desk with a groan.

[PrimordialNyx]

Sarah sighed quietly and started her car. She started to drive home and... she wasn't sure how but... she ended up in front of the club where she worked. She walked inside and stripped down to a black, lacy, belly-button revealing tank top and a pair of short jean shorts. She got up on the podium and started dancing, her troubles forgotten almost immediately. She let the music control her body, making her relax into her dance.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Jackson focused himself to pay attention during class. He layed his head down after a moment, feeling a migrane. The teacher didn't bother to ask why he felt this way, anyways. He waited for the day to be over hesitantly, taking his bike home.

[PrimordialNyx]

After about an hour of dancing, Sarah jumped gracefully down from the podium and looked at the clock. 'School should be out by now...' she thought to herself. She pulled out her cellphone and decided to text Jackson. 'Hey, it's Sarah. Sorry about today... ' she sent as she walked over to sit at the bar and take a few sips of beer.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Jackson arrived at home shortly after. He plopped on the couch, seeing he got a new message. He texted back slowly. It wasn't your fault. He replied, slipping his phone back into his pocket and slammed his eyes shut. Jackson hoped he would get some sleep before seven.

[PrimordialNyx]

Sarah read the text on the phone and sighed quietly. She knew it was her fault. She walked out of the club, a little tipsy from the beer. She walked groggily home and then went and laid down in her room, exhausted from all the dancing and the walking. Her home was quiet and empty, as always. It depressed her.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Jackson fell asleep shortly after,, and his phone buzzed when it was nearly sick. He stood up and showered quickly, before changing into new clothes. He checked the watch until it was seven before heading out, riding his bike to the pizza place. He ordered himself a booth, and layed his head down as he waited for Sarah.

[PrimordialNyx]

Sarah didn't glance at the clock until seven. When she did, her eyes widened and she jumped out of bed. She put on a white and grey shirt with the words, 'Paris', on it and a pair of dark skinny jeans. She put on a pair of flip flops and ran out the door. She got to the restaurant at seven thirty, looking exhausted and out of breath as she plopped down into the booth. "Sorry... I'm... late." she said between breaths, putting one hand on her chest and feeling her heart beat pounding insanely fast. Her eyes widened and she took his hand, gently placing it over her heart and letting him feel it. "I ran like ten block..." she breathed.