Role Play Here

Gabe: Smiled and blushed. Nice to meet you Oliver. Well I would really love to stay and talk, but I really have to get to first period. I hope to see you around though.

Nuh-uh! You were just procrastinating. XD 

Gilbert watched Leda for a moment before standing up and personally asking the teacher if he could use the restroom. As soon as she gave a simple nod, Gilbert spun around on his heels and gave a small pat on Leda's desk to announce his going away.  Before she could respond the teacher cleared her throat for him to hurry, which he did, and scurried out the door, overalls and all. Right as he stepped out of the door, he noticed a few people still not in class, but paid no mind to it as they chattered away. Usually he was a good citizen of the school to say that class was ready if they had not heard the bell, but maybe they needed to be out here, which was the case when he had done so a few times before. So strolling on, he happily went to the bathroom, snapping at his overalls on the way. Boy did he love his brown overalls. Nothing can say "fancy as fuck" like some good ole' overalls. 

Brent hopped off the bench as soon as he heard the bell ring, and lazily strolled to the front of the school, until he noticed Dave standing there, drinking as usual. Nodding, acknowledging the presence of him, he slowly began walking up the steps. "Skipping class?" The boy lazily asked, not concerned he was passing more time than usual. His teacher usually never seemed to care at his late arrival, but if he walked in now, he knew the teachers that patrolled the halls would stop and ask why he just came in the front door without stopping at the front office to address why he was late. 

Oliver gave a little bigger smile than before, and a little straighter. "Nice to meet you too. I guess I'll..see ya' around. Maybe at lunch or..something," he said quietly. All his words were in a hushed, shy tone. He'd seen this boy around before, but had never leaned his name until now. He fixed his hair again, then his glasses. He really needed contacts.

Turd nuggets, quit posting when I do. XD

I loooovvvveeeee you my Titipoo. xD 

"Nothing can say 'fancy as fuck' like some good ole' overalls." THIS. XD

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Leda looked up from writing something to see Gilbert getting up. She frowned and put her hand out to grab him in a dramatic way, whispering, "Parting is such sweet sorrow!" In which the teacher did not find amusing. She waited for him while feeling incomplete. He was her best friend, and even if he wasn't there for a few minutes, it felt like a few years. When he wasn't at school for something, she always blamed him for leaving her with these idiots, making her feel alone. She was delighted to see him come back and promptly asked him as a joke, "Did everything come out alright?"

THAT. I knew you'd love that. Because I know you so well, damnit. xDD

Gilbert made a a dramatic spin and sit at his desk before he answered Leda's question. "It was wonderful, Leda! There was unicorns and puppies and rainbows! I bet you'd love it!" He closed his eyes and he slurred out the fake wonderful land he was now describing known as the bathroom. Once he was finished telling all of his adventures in the bathroom, he reopened his eyes to Leda with a small laugh. He could, and most likely would never, take himself seriously. It was just one of Gilbert's great traits that many found amusing about him. Then a question for Leda now popped in his mind "How was the beautiful classroom for you, while I was gone?" He returned the question, but instead it was about the class. He already knew what the answer might be, but sometimes Leda would surprise him with just as a sarcastic of an answer as his. This is what made Gilbert love Leda so much as a friend, she was full of surprises and was funny, too, 

Gabe: Smiled and ran off down the hall, tugging his hello kitty rainbow bag behind him. He smiled and rushed into class before the bell could ring. He took his seat beside Ray. Ray, was his cousin. He pulled out his note pad and pen and got redy to write.

Evie: Said her good byes to her friends as she walked off towards an old band room. She had a study hall right now and Mrs. Cambell didn't care if she was there or not. She went into the room and turned on her ipod. She blasted Who you are by Jessie J as she closed her eyes and began to paint the walls as she sang along. 

Lela: Also didn't have class. She got into her cheer outfit and walked out to the front. She went out to her phone and pulled out her phone charger and charged her phone. She pulled out a coke and sat in her car, drinking a coke and listening to music.

Brent shook his head, holding up his hand, politely refusing the offer that Dave had just given him. "No, no, that's fine." He finally added to his gestures. Slowly he took in a breath, examining the school landscape. "Well, I'm gonna head to class before I get in any worse trouble than I already am. Why not come with me? You should be productive, Dave. You might thank me later. But if not, I still am deciding to." Brent tried the suggestion, not really knowing what kind of answer he'd get back, but he hoped it didn't involve a black eye. Sometimes he liked helping out other people, even though he was a Ghetto, himself. Either way, it didn't matter. He just thought for the benefit of his future, he should at least try and get good grades, and he hoped some of his other fellow Ghetto people would do the same. Even if it meant their bad reputation was to be spoiled. 

Kass sat in her desk, legs crossed and one knee bouncing, causing the other to do the same. She tapped her fingers on her desk, obviously not interested in what was being taught. Her thoughts wandered to the only thing she really liked doing. Being athletic and doing just about anything to keep herself as fit as she was.

Colton leaned back in his seat. He tapped on his desk with his pencil, one ear-bud in up his hoodie and out his hood, ending in his ear. Chewing on his lip, he impatiently awaited the end of his class.

Brexton looked over at Kass, who seemed to be overly anxious about class ending. He tapped his pencil in boredom, but decided to converse with the girl. "What's with the jitters?" His hoarse voice came out worse than he had expected, but didn't care to make it any better by now. Not being the best morning person on the planet, he wasn't always the friendliest either, but Kass was a nice girl, better than the four Wilkas that ran around the building like they knew everything and ran everything, too. He never cared to get with any of them. They were too bitchy, high strung, and just plain annoying. 

Kass looked over at him, raising a brow. "Being still isn't my strongest habit. I don't enjoy listening to anything but music or something sports related... Or teachers. Or my classmates.." she said, shrugging. Wrinkling her nose, she realized she sounded completely obsessed with sports. Looking up, she smiled and cursed herself silently for making it seem like she didn't think being intelligent was important.

Seeming uninterested, Brexton sighed with a look of complete boredom. "So...you're quite the sporty girl. You take the clique Athletes and completely bitch slap some sense into it. You're borderline obsessed with it, practically." He gave a small smirk as he snorted out the reply, shaking his head. He wasn't trying to mean, he held nothing against Kass, but he just really wasn't a morning person. It was cruel and inhumane to be up this early. His brain disagreed strongly with it. In more simple terms; he hated morning's guts. Never understanding why and how some people loved it, Brexton leaned farther back in his seat, stopping his habit of tapping his pencil against the desk. 

His comment had irritated her slightly, and she tried to keep her tone from becoming snappish. "Thank you for sharing. Because I absolutely care what a Jock says about me being obsessed with sports." she snapped,spitting out the word Jock as if it was the most offensive thing she could think of. Much like him, Kass wasn't a morning person. This was the reason she was always late, she highly disliked waking up  and therefore put it off.But she was a master at masking it, like she did with most of her emotions. She crossed her arms and took her backwards hat off, straightening her hair slightly.

Brexton raised an eyebrow at her snappish comment, but he didn't blame her. He did sound like a jerk. "Well excuuuuussseeee me." Brexton let out the sentence as if he were mocking a girl. "I never said you were stupid for being obsessed." His voice returned back to..a rough male voice as he glanced over at Kass with only his eyes. "Nobody in this class seems to like the mornings..." He mumbled under his breath, and a few other things to go along. His thoughts were soon interrupted by the teacher yelling out "NOW!" Letting everyone know he was about to say something important. Brexton looked up, seeing he had papers in his hand, obviously to pass out. Which he was right. The teacher said some things that uninterested and never caught on with his ear drums, then passed out the papers all the way to his back row, and he grabbed the paper a bit reluctantly as soon as it came to him, not knowing what in the world to do. 

Kass shook her head, much like most girls would roll their eyes. She looked down  at the paper, only half listening to the teacher, still uninterested.After just staring at it, she stuffed it onto the only thing that never left her backpack, her binder. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Brexton but kept her face angled toward the front of the room. She crossed her arms, yawned and pushed her blonde hair over her shoulders.

     Before the teacher could even explain the paper any further, Brexton raised his hand, wanting to go to the bathroom. Of course, to screw around rather than do the paper. 

      "Yes, Brexton?" The teacher asked, waiting to here the golden excuse of using the bathroom.

       "May I use the bathroom, Mr. Ross?" Brexton asked ever so easily and plainly. The teacher gave out a sigh shaking his head and turned around at the board writing down more instructions on how to do it. Brexton took that as a yes and stood up at his desk, beginning to walk forward. 

      "Be in at lunch if you do." Mr. Ross' cleverness got the most of the students, and it did Brexton now. With complete annoyance, Brexton huffed sitting back down dramatically in his seat, staring blankly at the paper before him as if he stared long enough, it'd disappear. Obviously this wasn't the case. Once he brought his attention back up to the Board, he stopped and looked over at Kass as if to say Don't you dare make a chuckle or teasing breath about what just happened. 

Kass smiled, amused with his annoyance. When he looked over at her, she grinned and stuck the tip of her tounge out from between her teeth. She closed her eyes, tiredly and opened them slowly. Looking down at the paper, she slowly began to work not really sure if she was doing anything on it right. Yawning again, she shifted, leaning forward onto her elbow, her other hand tapping her eraser on the desk.

Brexton grunted, shaking his head as he scribbled some things onto his paper, then called it good and leaned back in his seat, reaching out his arm to grab his pencil, and resum slightly tapping it slowly against his desk top. He looked over to see Kass was finished, too. "Easy?" He asked in childish, teasing tone. He realized now that Kass would be the girl he'd always tease around with, rather than enjoy nice conversations with. Then everybody would assume they liked each other because they teased each other, which wasn't the case, and he assumed the same for Kass and her opinions against himself as well.