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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 16, 2007 15:10:51 GMT -5
Blaise sat on one of the desks, his notebook laying carefully on his knees. He was in one of the empty classrooms after classes, sketching. He was pretty bored out of his mind, so he decided to do a cartoon version of himself. He had on a black T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black and white sneakers. His hair was it's normal black and long self, falling into his eyes.
He tapped his pencil on his knee, trying to think of what to add. He'd just started, yeah, but already he felt like it could be better. Little details always bugged him for some reason. So with that, he began to continue drawing, slowly losing focus on what was going on around him.
Even though it was after school, he could still hear some students outside. Obviously people who stayed after for sports or clubs. But he paid no mind to them. It didn't matter to him who was there or not. If it was his friends, he'd be a little thankful. Because after a while of drawing, he was slowly getting lonely. But he just pushed his black hair out of his face, and jumped off the desk to sit on one of the chairs. He put his feet up on the desk he just sat on, and leaned back in the chair, taking a little break, and closing his eyes abit.
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Post by Alliey Green on Aug 16, 2007 17:03:18 GMT -5
Alliey Green walked down the halls with her backpack slung over her right arm, muttering profanities under her breath the whole way. She had just been let out from a detention with her physics teacher, one that she had gotten earlier in the day for "backtalking" and "insulting a teacher". She crossed her arms, remembering exactly what happened. It wasn't Alliey's fault; She was truly curious if Miss DaSilva had forgotten to pay her electric bill or something. Why, you ask? It really did look like she got dressed in the dark. Ask anyone in her second period class; they'd agree.
And, of course, she had to serve her detention today. It didn't matter that Alliey had practically begged her to do it in a few days, or next week. The piece of crap that Alliey called a car had picked today to completely die on her, and her step mom had driven her to school. She left for her job as a hostess at a local restaurant fifteen minutes after Alliey got out of school, and her dad didn't get home until six. Alliey looked at her watch and sighed. Lauren would already be at work by now. She had a long walk ahead of her.
As Alliey continued stomping down the hall to face the brutally hot afternoon, she spotted, in the corner of her eye, someone still in one of the classrooms. She stopped and turned, seeing if it was anyone she knew, so they could maybe give her a ride home. And, to her complete surprise(since her luck wasn't exactly all that great at the moment), it was someone she knew; Blaise, one of her best friends. She sighed with relief and walked into the classroom.
Alliey wasn't surprised that Blaise didn't look up at the sound of her footsteps. He was drawing, and, most likely, he was "in the zone", as she often called it. He wouldn't notice his surroundings at all. Talking advantage of that fact, Alliey walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder to see what he was drawing. She smiled at the sight of a cartoon Blaise, complete in his normal ensemble of skinny jeans and all black. She just had to comment on that.
"So, you planning to make yourself the star of an animated series, Blaise?"
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 16, 2007 17:29:19 GMT -5
Blaise was still trying to figure out what to fix in his drawing. He was trying to get the shading right, but his hair in the drawing was hard to shade, and his real hair kept getting into his face, which was now bugging him. He pushed his hair out of his face, staring at his notebook.
He continued to shade, random thoughts running through his mind. But that just got him losing focus on his drawing, and he continued his shading, his feet tapping each other in a sort of rhythmic pattern.
It wasn’t long before he started talking to himself, commenting on random things that were wrong with his drawing. It was a horrible habit he had; it was when he went into his ‘zone’, as Alliey always said. Thinking of her, he wondered where she was. If she was even home yet. If so, it would have been a really quiet ride home.
But hearing her comment made him nearly jump out of his chair. Turning around, he saw Alliey standing behind him. He smirked, saying, “Why, yes I am. I’ll be the ultra-violent super hero, and you are going to be the partner-in-crime. How does that sound?” He rolled his eyes, saying, “So, let me guess. You had detention today, am I correct?”
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Post by Alliey Green on Aug 16, 2007 18:32:36 GMT -5
"It sounds super cool, man. I'd be the most amazing parter-in-crime that the world has ever seen." She straightened her posture as she laughed. "So, who's gonna be the villan? Melodie, the evil prep witch? Or maybe Alex Wright, Master of all stupid. Either way, they'd both be pretty frightening to me."
Alliey crossed her arms and made a face as he guessed where she was. "No." she said, acting as innocent as humanly possible... for her. "Of course not, Blaise. How could you guess a think like that?" After a few seconds, she laughed. "You know me way too well. Yeah, I got detention. I asked Miss DaSilva if she had an electric bill to pay, becuase it looked like she got dressed in the dark." she laughed. "Personally, I thought that was a pretty good one myself."
"You know." Alliey said, thinking. "You could make Miss DaSilva the villian, too. She'd be fit for the part. She just had to have me serve detention today, even though I throughly explained to her that my piece of crap car broke down this morning and my step mother could only pick me up 10 minutes or less after school got out. So I missed Lauren's ride, and and now I have to walk home." She made a face, and sat down in the desk next to him.
"So why are you here late? Need a little 'Blaise-only time'?"
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 16, 2007 18:43:46 GMT -5
He shrugged. “Maybe all three of them. I think DaSilva is on their side, so it’d be perfect. And yes, you would. The best partner-in-crime with the coolest red hair in the world.” He laughed, closing his notebook and placing the pencil in the spiral binding of the book.
He rolled his eyes as she explained. “That sucks. I would’ve just ditched. I mean, you were just being truthfully honest. I say that counts for something.” He grinned and said, “Yeah, I stayed for ‘Blaise-Only’ time.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t feel like heading home, so I stayed here. You need a ride?” He jumped out o f his chair, leaning back against the desk he’d sat on earlier.
He pushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked out the window. Football practice. He rolled his eyes, watching. He found the jock that he’d nearly killed a year and a half ago. That memory always bought back laughter for him. He smirked before his smirking turned into laughter as he watched.
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Post by Alliey Green on Aug 16, 2007 18:59:34 GMT -5
"It would be perfect. They're so weak, we could take them. Two on three. They don't have too much of an advantage. And we're just so skilled, it wouldn't be a problem." She laughed, and touched the edges of her hair. "I knew I picked the red for a reason! It was just calling to me... It must be so I could be the best super side-kick in the world!"
Alliey shrugged. "I didn't feel like getting in more trouble then I had to. Lauren already hates me; I don't want to give her more reason to... Even though the fact that I made her wait in front of school and probably made her late for work probably put me higher on her list of people to murder once she goes crazy." She laughed. "See, that's what I thought. Obviously teachers don't appriciate honesty. Isn't that the first thing they taught us in elementary school?"
"I see. Everyone needs a little time to themselves... Come to think of it, I think I'll have a little 'Alliey-Only' time when I get home... I'll lock myself in my room and put on screamo music to scare away Hannah and Patrick." she laughed. As he asked her if she needed a ride, Alliey squealed and hugged him so hard she was convinced she broke one of his ribs. "YES!" she half-screeched. "Thank you! I'll love you forever and ever. You have just saved me from a brutal walk."
As soon as she let go of him, she noticed that he was looking out the window. She followed his example, wondering what was so interesting out there. And she instantly understood: Football practice, the most amusing of all jock activities. She watched, anxiously awaiting some stupid jock to fall on his face and, if she was lucky, knock a tooth out or something fun to watch like that. Soon, she saw the jock that had caused the fight which caused she and Blaise to become friends. A wide grin spread across her face.
"Blaise... Are you seeing what I'm seeing... Well, I guess who I'm seeing would be more appropriate."
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 16, 2007 19:08:42 GMT -5
He nodded. “Now, if they say honesty is the best policy, and we get in trouble for being honest, wouldn’t that mean they were lying? I say we bring that up next English class.” He smirked.
“And yes, we could take them. They’d probably run away before you even decided to use your secret pounce on them. Especially DaSilva. And don’t worry; if she get mad, just show her that bloody picture of me. That’s good payback right there.” He rolled his eyes smirking.
The hug was something unexpected. He shook his head, hugging her back quickly. He felt his back snapping. When she let go, he said, “Do you lift weights or something? Because I swear, you broke my back.” But he caught her staring out the window with him out of the corner of his eyes.
When she spoke, he stopped laughing and smirked. “Yes I do. You think he remembers that memorable event from a long time ago?” He crossed his arms, still watching football. The sport bored him completely. He honestly had no idea why people even bothered to play the sport.
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Post by Alliey Green on Aug 16, 2007 19:19:15 GMT -5
Alliey nodded, and laughed. "I know! I think they should be sued for lying to students... It'd be fun to sue a teacher, dontcha think? I'm sure one of my mom's old boyfriends was a laywer.. We could get them to represent us. DaSilva won't know what hit her!" she grinned. "I really think we should. It's, what, the only class we have together? Might as well make it endurable. Teacher won't know what hit 'em."
"Of course they would. I mean, without the blood, your pretty much the scariest person at school." she said, laughing at how true the statement was. With a school full of preps and jocks, it wasn't hard to be scary. "She'd probably loose her voice from screaming so much after seeing that picture."
"Please. He probably remembers it better then we do. You, like, rearranged his face that day. It was fricken awesome!" She laughed and crossed her arms over her chest again. "Maybe we should remind him... Even if he doesn't forget... Let's pay the football team a little visit... I don't see the coach around. I need a little fun today, and I really don't feel like putting up with those little rugrats and home right now."
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 16, 2007 19:27:26 GMT -5
He turned to look at her. “We definitely have to. Teachers have good salaries. And I need money…I was thinking of getting some new jeans…” He stared out the window, watching the football team when he heard her compliment.
He turned to her and smirked. “Why, thank you very much. Coming from you, that means a lot.” He rolled his eyes as he jumped up onto the desk and sat on it, his legs crossed, his arms crossed as well.
He laughed as he remembered. “Naturally he’d remember it more. That was pretty fun too. Even the detentions were worth it. And the blood.” He still remembered that event, which surprised him. He rarely remembered stuff.
“Hmm…that’d be fun. I say we do it. You willing to do a little pouncing on a few of them over there? I think the coach won’t be here for a bit. The coach is always in the Teacher’s Lounge trying to grab some donuts before practice.”
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Post by Alliey Green on Aug 16, 2007 19:39:16 GMT -5
"That's something to think about... I was thinking about getting a new piercing... Maybe I'll do the snakebits again... But I can't exactly think about that now.. I'm completely broke." she laughed. "Who knows. Maybe mister English Teacher will be loaded. That'd be nice, huh?"
Alliey put her hand over her heart and made a face. "Why, Blaise Thompson! I'm offended! Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect a lady?" Her hand flew to her head in a dramatic fashion, and she sighed like an offended girl. "I think I might just die from hurt!"
She dropped the fake act and smiled. "I would imagine.... Sometimes I think I should just beat up a prep for the fun of it. It doesn't matter how many detentions I get. Today proved that I'm going to get them anyway." She thought about it. "Now it's all up to who I decide to beat up... Melodie would be fun.... But Leah Sparks would be funner." She grinned evilly and rubbed her hands together.
"Really? I don't pay that much attention to coach's after school habits, but that's good to know." she rolled her eyes and laughed. "Of course! I need to practice on them. If I can take on a jock, a prep will be no sweat." she laughed. "Let's go!" She said, louder then usual, grabbing his hand. She was excited now, and nothing stopped Alliey Green when she got excited about something.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 16, 2007 19:47:31 GMT -5
He shrugged. “Snakebites would be good. And hey, we sue and we win the case, we’ll have enough money to last us…well, at least a semester.” He rolled his eyes as he pushed his hair out of his face. It was getting on his nerves now.
He gave her a are-you-kidding-me look and said, “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt the feelings of one as sensitive as yourself.” He smirked as he continued staring out the window.
“I say that Alex guy. He just annoys me. Being a smart-ass and thinking he’s all that. Now I’m wishing it was him during that fight instead of that guy. He pointed to the guy he’d been staring at; the one he’d gotten into a fight with a long time ago. But hey, that fight was fun too.
He laughed. “Everyone knows that. He’s always pushing past the students because the other teachers grab the donuts before he does. And his excuse is usually he was running laps.” He rolled his eyes at the very thought. But when she grabbed his hand and practically pulled him off the desk, he grabbed his notebook before running to keep up with her. “You definitely lift weights! I need blood to flow to my hands, you know.”
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Post by Alliey Green on Aug 16, 2007 19:58:48 GMT -5
Alliey shrugged. "Hm... I don't know. I got them before and took them out the day after... See?" she asked, pointing to the two similar scars underneath her bottom lip. She shrugged again. "Yeah... but we could do whatever we wanted for that one semester." She smiled and laughed as he pushed his hair out of his face again. "Need a hairclip, Blaise?" she teased. "I should have one with me. Or maybe a scrunchie?"
"You should be sorry." She smirked. "You really need to consider other peoples feelings sometimes. I mean, it can't be me-me-me 24/7." She rolled her eyes.
"Hmm.. He'd be good... Should I help you, or do you think I'm up to taking my own jock?" She asked. She looked at who he was pointing at and wasn't surprised at who she saw. Alex though he ruled the school. It was time they taught him a lesson he would never forget.
"Oh... I never took the time to notice." She said. When he started keeping up with her as she ran, she slowed to a jog and laughed. "I never said I didn't." She stopped her showed him her muscle. "Arms like these don't get there on their own, you know." she laughed, and continued running.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 16, 2007 20:17:22 GMT -5
He looked at the small scars. “The next day? Why?” Hearing the comment she made, he stared at her. “Ha ha ha. Very funny.” He rolled his eyes. Even if he had long hair, he wasn’t planning on cutting it. And he definitely wouldn’t need a clip. At least, he hoped.
“Right. Next time I’ll make sure to save the whales as well when I think about myself. Would that help, Princess?” He smirked as he turned back to the window and watched the football team. He couldn’t wait till they went outside. Messing with the football team could be fun.
He looked her up and down. “I think you’re ready to pounce and attack on your own. If you want me to tackle him from behind, though, I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He grinned at the thought.
As they ran down the hall and slowed to a job, he stopped quickly. “Let me put this in my locker. I don’t want blood on my notebook.” He went to his locker, which was right down the hall, and unlocked it, carefully putting his notebook in before slamming the locker shut.
Hearing her muscle talk, he grinned and said, “Of course, of course.” He laughed as he ran to keep up with her as they headed outside.
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Post by Alliey Green on Aug 16, 2007 20:46:28 GMT -5
She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just didn't like it anymore... I change my mind really quickly and easily when it comes to things like that." She laughed when he rolled his eyes. "Hey, if that hair of your gets any longer, you may actually need one." She laughed at the mental picture of Blaise in a scrunchie or hairclip.
Alliey laughed when he talked about whale-saving. "Actually, it would. Whale is an endangered species, you know." she said, not even bothering to pretend she cared. He knew she didn't. "Hm... Princess... that's a good name for me. I demand you call me Princess from now on. It's my first royal decree." she laughed.
"Hm... That could work... I think I'll just help you with Alex for now, though. That kid doesn't know whats coming to him... He'll probably think he can take me out no sweat, yah know, because I'm a girl." she said, and snorted. She hated to discrimation against girls. People didn't think girls could do anything even remotely related to fighting. She knew that if they saw her in action, that'd rethink that statement. "Boy, is he in for a surprise.... Although he'll probably run away when he sees you coming for him. I bet he still has scars from last year."
Alliey laughed as he stopped at his locker to protect his notebook. Typical Blaise; Always thinking of his drawings first. "Of course, mister artist. Your art always comes first in life. No need to get blood on the masterpiece."
She laughed. "I really do lift weights, though. I'm glad it shows." She smiled as they headed outside. They neared where the football players were stretching and talking, and Alliey got more excited as they got closer. Soon, when they were almost to their resting spot, Alliey's cell phone started vibrating in her pocket. She groaned and pulled on Blaise's sleeve to stop him before flipping open the phone.
"Alliey!!" a voice whined before she even said 'hello.' Alliey groaned again. She knew that voice. Her six year old sister was on the other line. "What, Hannah?" she asked. "Mommy says you need to get home right now. And I'm hungry!" The child complained. "I'll be home before Daddy gets home, Hannah. Don't flip." Alliey said, rolling her eyes. "No!!" Hannah screeched. "Mommy said right now or you'll be grounded longer then you already are for making her wait!" Alliey groaned once again. "Fine." she said, and snapped the phone shut. She turned to Blaise, her expression pained. "Change of plans. The little brats called Lauren and told her I wasn't home yet, and I'm already grounded for making her wait. If I don't get home soon, I'll be grounded for the rest of my high school career. Do you think you can drive me home?" she asked, really feeling stupid. She was looking forward to wailing on the stupid jocks.
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 16, 2007 20:55:34 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes as he listened. “Yes, yes. I am planning on growing it out as long as yours. Can you imagine? Soon your hair ties will be in my hair.” He stuck his tongue out as she mentioned Princess.
“Oh, of course, Princess. And will your next royal decree be that everyone is required to adopt a whale as a pet?” He made a mental image of everyone adopting whales for pets. Wow, Sea World right in California.
“All jocks are like that. And girls can still kick their asses as stuff. They just never expect it. And trust me, he’ll be shocked.” He remembered how there were still scars on him after the fight, and the black eye he’d gotten in that fight. It was worth everyday of that two-week in school suspension he’d gotten.
He stuck his tongue out at her. “Well, sorry. But I already had blood on my body. I don’t want blood on my super hero self as well. I mean, do you naturally see superheroes covered in blood?” He ran after her, shaking his head.
As they neared the football team, he felt her tugging his sleeve. Turning around, he watched her answer her phone, and her expression change. He could slightly guess who it was. And as he listened, he knew. He nodded, saying, “Sure. You mind if I hang out with you? I don’t think I want to go home just yet.” He knew that she would hate to be stuck there alone with the rugrats. Nobody would.
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