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Post by Blake Jackson on Sept 17, 2012 17:50:42 GMT -5
What exactly was he doing in the courtyard? What he always does, of course. This is High School, a place where girls come easy, desperate for attention. Sometimes he felt bad that they wanted it so badly, but mostly he just had fun with it. Not many were striking his interest today, though. The courtyard seemed a little dull. He sat at a table, waiting on his friends to show, searching for anything to put a smile on his face.
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Post by Riley Sharp on Sept 17, 2012 17:57:21 GMT -5
Riley wasn't much of a people person. She had her close friends, and she had her 'sort of,' friends. The courtyard was not her favorite place to be. Too many groups gossiping, too many drama queens. Too many people, period. She tried to avoid being noticed by anyone. Attention was something she never wanted. With a smirk on her face, she slipped behind one of the largest oak trees in the area. She had gone unseen. She pulled the red and white pack out of her baggy hoodie, put a stick in her mouth, and flicked her zippo. Inhaling a deep breath of the smoke, she grinned widely. "Yeah, a strick policy you've got here," she mocked the No Smoking sign posted on the side of the school building.
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Post by Blake Jackson on Sept 17, 2012 18:03:20 GMT -5
He grunted as he picked at a string on his shirt. Nothing, no one to talk to, and then he saw her. He'd seen her around a few times, though they never really spoke before. She kept her head down mostly, and seemed to be purposely avoiding contact with anyone. He was interested in that. He watched her carefully as she snuck behind the oak, not even realizing he was following her. That's when he saw a faint trail of smoke in the wind, and grinned. "Now, now, now," he jumped behind the tree, hoping to surprise the girl. "That can't be allowed here, can it?"
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Post by Riley Sharp on Sept 17, 2012 18:06:18 GMT -5
She was so content, breaking the rules in front of everyone, but totally unseen; when a stranger scared her so badly she inhaled too much smoke. Coughing, her eyes filling with water, she glared at him. Who did he think he was? She turned her head away from him and took in a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. "What the-" She let out another cough. "What the heck was that for? Who are you? And why are you talking to me?"
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Post by Blake Jackson on Sept 17, 2012 18:15:21 GMT -5
Blake expected to surprise her, but not to make her choke as he had. "I'm so sorry," he managed to spit out inbetween her gasp. She seemed rather rude and unpleasent. He almost felt bad for saying he liked it. "I didn't mean to scare you like that, but your smoke is pretty obvoious. I just wanted to let you know, dollface." He smirked at her. "Me? You don't know me? I'm Blake. I'm the best thing that's ever happened to this place. And who are you? Other than rude, and hot?"
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Post by Riley Sharp on Sept 17, 2012 18:25:20 GMT -5
Dollface. He called her by a disgusting pet name. She squished up her nose, and rolled her eyes. "I think the best thing that's ever happened to this place was the schoolboard cracking down and making these fake-breasted-barbies follow through with a real eduaction, outside of sex ed. You are cocky, and probably crawling in STD's." She shot him another glare, and then her face softened slightly. "I guess I am kind of rude. I'm a little sorry. I'm Riley. And I'm not social."
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Post by Blake Jackson on Sept 17, 2012 18:29:13 GMT -5
Oh, she was good, what with her witty comments and cute-angry faces. He smirked more with every word she spoke. Spiteful, she was, which meant she had to frisky. He liked that even more. "I get checked monthly, you know," he snickered. "Well, Riley, I'd say you're incredibly rude, and saying you're not social doesn't even begin to cover it." Pushing her buttons. That would be his new favorite thing to do. He let his body weight fall to the side of the oak, and he reached over to pluck the cigarette out of her hand. He inhaled a deep breath. "I like you, Riley. And let me tell you why," he inhaled again. "Because you aren't like the barbies I ususally play with, and I can't really see your boobs under that hoodie." He grinned, has he offered her the cigarette.
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Post by Riley Sharp on Sept 17, 2012 18:35:36 GMT -5
She gagged a little as he offered her smoke back, shaking her head. "You keep it. I don't want the entire student population to touch my lips." It was odd, speaking to someone she didn't know very well, but even she had to admit- How cocky he was, well, it was almost funny. "Well, Blake, I don't like you, and let me tell you why." She took a step away from him, looking him up in down. "I deeply hate the fact that you're a player, so to speak. I don't like that you're too tall. I don't like that you think you can talk to me however you want, and expect me to giggle back like any other girl. And I don't like that you would even mention my boobs," she paused for a moment. "They're nice, and they're not fake!" She couldn't help but laugh at herself.
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Post by Blake Jackson on Sept 17, 2012 18:41:45 GMT -5
"What makes you so sure that I sleep with everyone?" He chewed on his cheek a little. In most cases, he would enjoy a girl assuming such a thing, but there was something about her that actually made him feel a little bad. Perhaps it was how cold her dark eyes could turn, or the fact that she wasn't well known, therefore she hadn't been brought into the scene, and she was, as far as he was concerned; innocent. He even felt a little bad about her saying he was too tall. Which, was true, he was pretty tall. But he had always used it to swoon the girls, not make them hate him. "I think you may have just gotten under my skin, and I don't think you're going to like that very much. That means I get to follow you around like a lost puppy until you learn to like me, even in the slightest bit." He shifted his weight. "I never said your boobs were fake, or even that they weren't nice. If you want to show them to me, I'll tell you exactly what I think!"
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Post by Riley Sharp on Sept 17, 2012 18:47:47 GMT -5
"Where do I start? Probably the comment you made about playing with Barbies, or the fact that you just have that attitude. Not to mention your comment about getting checked monthly." She watched his face changed. Admittedly, she didn't like making anyone feel bad, but she didn't like people that used other's, either. Maybe that's exactly what Blake needed, to be cut down to size. And maybe she was the perfect person to do it. "You know what I do with lost puppies, Blake?" She questioned him. "Usually, I take them home, and I cuddle them. I feed them, and then we play. But you know what I think I'm going to do with? Kick you, really hard, until you leave me alone. Look around. There are so many other girls who would gush if you spoke to them. That's what you want, isn't it? Attention? You've come to the wrong place. The wrong girl."
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Post by Blake Jackson on Sept 17, 2012 19:02:25 GMT -5
"You know what I think, Riley? I think you're just being a bitch to me because it's what you're used to." Now she had really gotten under his skin, which was so unlike him. One of two things had to happen, he either had to get under her skin, or she had to start liking him. There was no way around it. "I think maybe if you would stop being so cold, you'd see I'm really not that terrible. And I think it would be helpful to know that I don't even want in your pants anymore. I could go talk to these other girls, you're right.. But I chose to come talk to you today, because I was interested in who you were and what you were doing. Sue me."
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Post by Riley Sharp on Sept 17, 2012 21:40:14 GMT -5
"Excuse me?" She snapped. If there's one thing you should never call Riley, it's a bitch. She tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth, preventing herself from slapping the daylight out of him. With a slightly shaking hand, she pulled out another cigarette and brought it to her lips. "You know, I just met you all of what, twenty minutes ago? Who are you to tell me that we should suddenly be friends?" She gave him the coldest stare she could manage as she brought the flame of her zippo to her cigarette. "You don't know me, dude. You don't know anything about me. Why would you want to suddenly be my friend?" She paused, realizing just how cruel she sounded. Maybe he was right, maybe she was too harsh. She exhaled the smoke and twisted the cigarette around her fingers. "Okay, fine. You have five minutes to make me think you're worth my time. Go."
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Post by Blake Jackson on Sept 18, 2012 8:48:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, a girl I met twenty minutes ago is driving me nuts. If that doens't say something, I don't know what would!" He kicked off the oak, pacing back and forth for a few seconds. He let his eyes trail up her body. There was just something about her, even in the way she played with the cherry on her cigarette, tempting herself to get burned. He shook his head lightly, "I don't know, Riley. I've never had someone ask me to prove I'm worth their time. But you know what? Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm just not worth your time, or better yet," he laughed, throwing his hands in the air. "You just aren't worth my time. I'm not going to sit here like a dog and try to make you enjoy my company. I might be cocky, and tall, and you're damn right I have fun with the chicks, but I'm still human, and right now I'm guessing that's a lot more than you'll ever be." He flicked the fliter of his cigarette past her head, returned her cold stare, and turned to leave.
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Post by Riley Sharp on Sept 18, 2012 8:53:42 GMT -5
His words hit her like a brick. There she stood, watching him walk away from her. Riley's mouth was slightly open, her brows were furrowed, and she was so taken aback that her cigarette singed her skin. Jumping into reality with the burn, she dropped the cigarette and quickly crushed it with her shoe, chasing after him with anger pumping through her viens. "I am human! I'm just not one of the nice ones!" Still, she stomped after him. If getting under her skin was his goal, he'd accomplished it. No one walked away from Riley. No one. She glared as hard as she could at the back of his head. "Blake! Stop!" She groaned under her breath. "All right, fine! I'm a bitch!" Her voice echoed through the courtyard. Suddenly she had everything she never wanted, attention from her classmates.
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Post by Blake Jackson on Sept 18, 2012 11:28:20 GMT -5
I am human! I'm just not one of the nice ones! Blake smirked. He finally got under her skin. It felt good to walk away from her now. He hadn't expect her to announce to the entire courtyard that she was a bitch.. That took him by such a surprise that he stopped, and slowly turned to face her. Her skin was flushed, and her dark hair seemed to frizz with her temper. "Yeah, you are," he glanced around again. He still liked Riley, because she was still under her skin, but he wanted to teach her a lesson. "Everyone! My name is Blake Jackson, you all love me, and I have befriended the unfriendable Riley Whatshername!" He took a bow as the gossip started. "So, Riley, walk me to class?"
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