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Post by James Devereux on Jan 9, 2006 18:03:18 GMT -5
School had come to a very climactic close. It had ended somewhat like this:
"Hey James, I dare you to switch the flag with this bra."
"No way, man, that's stupid."
"I'll give you twenty bucks."
"I'm in."
So, after switching the flag, James descended back down only to realize the snickering crowd had been replaced by three angry-looking teachers. James gave a very confident smirk, and was escorted to detention.
Ah, if only he had been smart enough to escape school, he could be lounging on his ass, doing absolutely nothing at home. But no... that would have been too nice for him.
The senior sat within detention, staring out the window with a lack of regret or sorrow, an emotion that nervous detention-receivers usually faced. James heaved a sigh with boredom, then glancing at the pencil in his hand. Fighting back the urge to smirk, James got an idea. He stared up at the teacher in front of the room, who was evidently grading papers as teachers usually did after school.
Suddenly... he began.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
The teacher shot a pair of angered eyes at him, and James stopped, mock smiling. As soon as the weary eyes averted, James continued.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
Once again the teacher looked at him. The goatee covered lips spoke. "Stop it, Mr. Devereux, unless you'd like me to summon the principal." Aw... a threat. James was really getting him into it.
"'Summon' him all you want; you can't make me do anything."
The obviously enraged teacher narrowed the slits that were currently his eyes, and he stood very promptly. He slammed the notebook he was holding down on the desk, and exited the classroom. Not until James lost the sound of the echoing footsteps did he make a move.
"He won't find the principal's office. He can't even find his car." James reassured himself, smirking before standing and grabbing his bookbag.
The senior dashed out the classroom as quickly as possible, rounding the corridor only to smash into someone...
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Post by Faith Ryan McKillen on Jan 9, 2006 18:12:37 GMT -5
Last to leave. Last to arrive.
Faith McKillen listened as the last few cheerleaders made their way from the gym. Their feet scuffed along the floor, the door swung open and closed. It was just another cheerleading session but without Ace. Poor Accalia was home sick indulging in her her company. Listening to the last of them Faith breathed out. They were so noisy. Chatting, laughing, repeating cheers, shaking pompoms. Normally she'd join them. Not today. She wasn't up to it.
With no Accalia to drag her along Faith had chosen to hang back. She had nothing better to do. Picking up a lone basketball she tossed it into the hoop. It went in. No biggie. Clicking her tongue she shouldered her bag and headed towards the door.
Walking into the deserted hallways, Faith had barely turned a corner before SMACK! and she was being knocked to the ground.
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Post by James Devereux on Jan 9, 2006 18:18:42 GMT -5
The collision wasn't all that horrible... for James. By the looks of the girl on the ground, however, the feeling hadn't been mutual. "Hey, I'm really sorry," He apologized desperately, not feeling up to getting his head chewed off that day. James extended his hand as to offer her his support.
The girl before him was very beautiful, he decided. Brown locks: falling upon her shoulders, matching eyes that looked absolutely pissed at you but at the same time made you want to know more. A sort of dumb smile played on his expression as he waited for her to say something. It seemed a little awkward, was all...
"My name's James," He introduced himself, suddenly realizing the symbolism behind her uniform. "Cheerleader... let's hope she's not one of those ditzy types..." James thought to himself, truly hoping for a girl who's IQ wasn't the same number as her shoe size.
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Post by Faith Ryan McKillen on Jan 9, 2006 18:37:32 GMT -5
"No problem. It happens." She brushed some of the hair from her eyes and straightened out her shirt. Using his hand, she pulled herself up and bent over to retrieve her belongings.
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Faith McKillen." How weird was that? The old Faith McKillen would've thrown insults left and right and just make a big deal out of the whole thing. The big move across the country was giving her a fresh start to actually start anew.
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Post by James Devereux on Jan 9, 2006 18:44:13 GMT -5
"No problem. It happens."
"I wouldn't blame you if you kicked me right now, but you seem like a really cool person," He replied with a smirk, glad to know she had taken his apology so well.
Noticing the girl bend down to collect her possessions, he quickly crouched and aided her. Not really bothering to register what the items were, he just gathered up whatever was left and handed them to her. Another dimwitted smile made its way across his face, but disappeared casually.
"Yeah, it's great to meet you too," He replied warmly, noticing a very generic expression written on Faith's face.
"I don't think I've seen you here before... are you new?"
Had James just struck the note? If he was right, it had been an awesome guess that turned out really well. If he had been wrong, then he would have felt extremely stupid... not to mention blind.
James had met quite a few people at his school, but sometimes he just lost his memory when he was put on the spot like that. Nonetheless, he patiently waited for Faith to respond.
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Post by Faith Ryan McKillen on Jan 9, 2006 18:54:29 GMT -5
Slinging the messenger bag over her shoulder, Faith titled her head upwards just so and and smiled. "Thanks." It seemed chivalry had not yet died in Brooklyn as it had back home.
"Is it that obvious?"Faith laughed,"Moved from L.A. a couple of weeks ago. Seem's nice here." Running a hand through her hair and resting it on the back of her neck, elbow pointed to the roof Faith shrugged lightly for no real reason.
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Post by James Devereux on Jan 9, 2006 19:00:07 GMT -5
The intrigued senior nestled his hands into his pockets, fixing his eyes on Faith's as she spoke.
His earlier suspicion had been shot down to James' liking, as ditzy cheerleader and James would not have been a good combination. Faith seemed like an extremely interesting person; someone James wanted to know more about.
He took her joke lightly, exhaling a chuckle at the thought of some tourist running around their school trying to pretend their a student. Of course, Faith would have fit in had the school not been so connected.
"L. A, huh? Not bad," James mentally approved, nodding as she told him. "City of the angels," James released the stupid saying, not realizing it was probably very tired to anyone who lived there.
"What's life like there?" He questioned her curiously, showing interest by the twinkle in his eyes.
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Post by Faith Ryan McKillen on Jan 9, 2006 19:17:23 GMT -5
She had only just transferred here a while ago from L.A. but she already considered the town her palace. She had earned respect from every member on the squad and climbed her way up the ladder. Her sister, Accalia, had done the same. Faith cocked a eyebrow when he mentioned the city of angels. Oh. She had been used to calling it Hell for so long, she had forgotten its real name.
"Actually, it was incedibly tedious after a while." Faith tilted her head," What about you? What's your story?" Faith once agian cocked a eyebrow as she adjusted the strap of her messenger bag.
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Post by James Devereux on Jan 10, 2006 13:20:40 GMT -5
Despite what James said, Faith seemed a bit uptight and disapproving of her previous home. Could it have actually been that bad? The soft expression on her face wore a bit of grief.
"Was it? I always thought it'd be kind of lame," James mentioned, referring to his "everything big is over-rated" mindset. In fact, he had a preset prejudice against people succeeding in the city of angels.
"What story? I don't have one," He suddenly replied, leaning back against the nearby, firm wall and folding his arms. It was strange. Two things he wouldn't have normally given in to were keeping him at school. Stupid dares... and girls. It was no offense to any of them, but damn near nothing could keep James in school longer than he had to be.
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