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Kass rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose, also leaning back. "Very. Does the smart little Jock boy need something more challenging?" she teased back, smirking. She crossed her legs again, closing her eyes. Leaning her head back, she popped her knuckles with a slightly smile.

     Brexton rolled his eyes. "Pfft. I don't strive for A's in gym all the time like you do, at least. Is there such a thing as advanced gym? If there is, I bet you've advanced it five times." He retorted back just as bitterly as she did. Mr.Ross soon caught on and turned around coming back to the two trouble makers, Kass and Brexton. Annoyed he leaned over Brexton's desk, but kept his eyes directed towards Kass, too. 

       "Is there issues that you two would like to discuss privately out in the hall with me? Because Im sure we can solve whatever issue there is in detention, too." His voice came out harshly as he spat the sentence to the two. Brexton just looked up shaking his head. He then looked over to Kass to see what she'd say to the situation. He hoped she wouldn't rat out on him. 

Biting back a few harsh retorts,most about him being a stereotypical Jock,Kass shook her head and offered a smile that may have seemed just a tad to innocent. "No sir. Just discussing the worksheet, comparing answers." she lied, smoothly. Tucking a small lock of hair behind her ear, she glanced up at Mr.Ross and shot a glare in Brexton's direction.

Mr. Ross gave a smug look, turned around, and walked off, ready to come back if he needed to. Brexton looked over at Kass with a small laugh hidden in it, for he had got the last word with her. But before anything else, the bell rang for second period, and Brexton stood up, hurrying out the door, dropping of his sheet before he left the class. Lazily he trotted through the hallways as he had five minutes to spare, waiting around until he could go to his next class, but then remembered that he had one of those resource periods in which to screw around in. Walking up to his locker, he grabbed out his iPod, ready to listen to music during the whole period. 

Kass stood quickly, dropping her sheet on Mr.Ross's desk. Quickly, she walked out not wanting to waste a minute of her next period, which like Brextons, was basically open. She hurriedly shoved anything besides her binder into her locker and  pulled her lap-top out of its carefully concealed spot in her locker, just incase someone somehow got into it. She pulled her headphones from her pocket and headed out to a outside table. Sitting on it, she plugged her headphones in and turned on music, typing while listening.

Brexton was heading outside to enjoy some fresh air and was about to sit down at a table until he caught site of Kass. "Ah, no." He grunted standing back up and moving to underneath a tree, glaring at Kass like a two year old from the safety of underneath his tree. "My tree." He grumbled sarcastically, only slightly meaning it so no one would come and bother him. He sometimes wondered if being a Jock was all that great. It seemed that a lot of people didn't like them, just like the popular girls. This sort of annoyed him to an extent that made him cringe with annoyance, yet again. Oh how the small things made him ticked. 

Kass saw Brexton out of the corner of her eye and smiled impishly. She snapped her laptop closed and stood, walking over and plopping down next to him, meaning to bother him. "Oh hey Jockbaby, you're under my tree." she teased, her headphones still in. While she'd come over to bother him, she cranked up her music and completely ignored him. Her headphones let her music be heard incredibly easily, but she obviously didn't know, or just didn't care.Going back to typing and listening, she chewed on the inside of her lip.

Brexton scooted away from her, looking at her with a fake, snobby smile. "There's thousands of trees here." He reassured her with a snap, not caring whether she heard him or not. Going back to locking his eyes on his iPod and playing games on it while listening to his music at a high level, too. Why did she have to take her sports so seriously that being called upset was such a horrible insult even though  he thought he was stating the facts. I guess these thoughts were apart of his snappish, jock mind that was proven right by every stereotypical person, or people who hated jocks, which now seemed to be Kass. Thinking about it, he looked over at her content self typing away at her computer while blasting her own music. With a sigh, he leaned his head against the tree trunk, looking up at the sky that had leaves and branches scattered through it like a artist painting in somebody's living room. It was a beautiful day....to be asleep in his bed. 

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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. 

'Tis fine. Just don't know who her crush should be. XD Any takers? Haha, JK. xD

Sierra nodded her head silently, standing up with her perky, self-centered, attitude. "What class is he in?" She asked curiously, popping another bubble and chewing it back in her mouth with ease. Then she thought about her crush, and shrugged her shoulders "Who's my crush?" Her voice now was serious as she quizzed her best friend who she thought her crush was. Not really caring if she knew, she just was curious to see if she knew, because Sierra never told anybody who her crush was. (Okay, seriously. Maybe Angel? XD)

Happy with what Dave's answer was, Brent opened up the front doors and lead the way into the school building. With a happy sigh, he looked back examine Dave for a moment before he spoke. "I'm glad you've decided to actually go to class. Most people like us wouldn't of said yes, or either that I'd be walking in alone with a black eye. Or worse." He smiled only slightly as he whispered loudly to Dave, trying to figure out a way not to get caught and slink in to his class. He now realized he had missed first period, and that his second period was in its first ten minutes. He wondered what his teacher would think, and he wondered what class Dave had, too. 

EternallyBeautiful at April 20, 2013 at 12:47 AM

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.

Lela: Smiled and turned off the car as she put everything back and grabbed her coke, keys and purse. She walked inside the school, fixing her top. She adjusted the bow that matched the cheer outfit she was wearing right now. She smiled and waved at a guy on the basket ball team. She got really mad when someone smacked her on the butt. She turned around and slapped the guy behind her. It was Devy. Really Devin, Don't touch my ass unless you wana get yo ass beat. She turned back around and walked towards Lunch. 

Evie: Finished and gathered her stuff as she walked back outside. She went down the stairs and headed to her locker as she put up her bags. She started walking towards the Lunch room. She undid her pony tail as her auburn/blondeish hair cascaded down her back. She put it back up  into a tight bun as she walked into the lunch room and met her best friend Lela. Hola chica, where's Gabe?

Lela: Bonjour gurl. I don't know. He said he was on his way. She pulled her ponytail to the side and put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes as she got a text from Devin. She ignored it. 

Gabe: Walked into the lunch room and hugged Evie and Lela. Heyyyy Gurlssss He smiled and adjusted his snapback. He grabbed a tray and went into the lunch line with Lela and Evie. 

"Ooh, sounds like a party! Wish I could have had the pleasure of attending such a fantabulous event." Leda wasn't as good at the art of BSing and the language of Sarcasm as much as Gilbert. But the young grasshopper shall learn all in time. "While you were gone there was--" The teacher had shushed her, coupled with saying her name in a way that meant you better shut the hell up. Leda held her tongue and looked down at her pencil before giving a wink to Gilbert with a silent laugh. Now it was time to focus on the board, since she needed all the help she could get when it came to math.

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Oliver gave a small wave to the boy before he ran off then resumed leaning against the heater. He kept his eyes on the strangely happy Gabe, giving an amused chuckle as he continued to watch. Morning people were hilarious. Yet abnoxious. He was not a morning person. Never had been. Never will be. He could fall asleep standing up if it was early enough. Resting his head against the wall, he waited for class to be over so he could go to art. His favorite class that he actually enjoyed showing up to.

•Name: Chelsea Marie Klaus

•Nickname: Ce Ce (thats what everyone calls her) Chelsh

•Age:16 (10th grade)

•Gender: female

•Sexuality: straight

•Clique: loner

•Favorite Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axpO86pGHAM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdbyG2MrBHk

•Crush: nah

•BF-GF: nope

•Looks:

•Name: Cian Walker Hanes

•Nickname: C-man

•Age:17(11th)

•Gender:male

•Sexuality:straight

•Clique: jocks

•Favorite Song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HX1-Ghwe-0g

•Crush

•BF-GF

•Looks

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Brexton scooted away from her, looking at her with a fake, snobby smile. "There's thousands of trees here." He reassured her with a snap, not caring whether she heard him or not. Going back to locking his eyes on his iPod and playing games on it while listening to his music at a high level, too. Why did she have to take her sports so seriously that being called upset was such a horrible insult even though  he thought he was stating the facts. I guess these thoughts were apart of his snappish, jock mind that was proven right by every stereotypical person, or people who hated jocks, which now seemed to be Kass. Thinking about it, he looked over at her content self typing away at her computer while blasting her own music. With a sigh, he leaned his head against the tree trunk, looking up at the sky that had leaves and branches scattered through it like a artist painting in somebody's living room. It was a beautiful day....to be asleep in his bed. 

Kass closed her eyes, stopped typing and just boredly tapped her finger on the side of her laptop. She took a deep breath, yawned and then perked up again, typing away quickly and listening to her loud music. Even when she was typing, another part of her was always tapping, like a foot or her spare fingers, just under the keyboard.Her legs were out, but slightly bent so the bottom of her foot was on the ground and her ankled were slightly crossed. Naturally, when Kass had become snappish she turned on her teasing.

_Unicorns123_ at April 21, 2013 at 1:03 PM

•Name: Chelsea Marie Klaus

•Nickname: Ce Ce (thats what everyone calls her) Chelsh

•Age:16 (10th grade)

•Gender: female

•Sexuality: straight

•Clique: loner

•Favorite Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axpO86pGHAM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdbyG2MrBHk

•Crush: nah

•BF-GF: nope

•Looks:

 

•Name: Cian Walker Hanes

•Nickname: C-man

•Age:17(11th)

•Gender:male

•Sexuality:straight

•Clique: jocks

•Favorite Song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HX1-Ghwe-0g

•Crush

•BF-GF

•Looks

 

OMG YOU USED JUSTIN FUCKING SEXY BIEBER FOR Your GUYS LOOKS. PLEASE LET  ME  BOW DOWN TO YOU!

& Siba I don't know how to respond.

Oliver had silently enjoyed his second period before going on to lunch. He didn't normally eat lunch. Partly because the food here was awful and he was too lazy to make his own and bring it. He went and took a seat at a table by a wall, kicking his feet up on one of the other chairs and pulling his black hoodie over his head to cover his eyes. This was his time to just relax and not give a shit about anything at the moment.

(I still have Evie open, Devin and Lela.)

Gabe: Noticed the boy he ran into earlier. Hold on guys. I have to do something. He walked over towards where Oliver sat and sat down beside him. Heyy Oli 

Evie: Got in line and smiled. She watched him make his way over to the boy with the hoodie on. She tapped Lela's shoulder and nodded to where Gabe was. She smiled and giggled. Our little boys growing up. 

Lela: Turned away from a conversation with one of her cheer friends. They were discussing try-outs for today. She turned towards Lela and looked at Gabe and smiled. AWWW he is.

Oliver lifted up the hood of the hoodie to look at whoever was greeting him. Oliver rather hated for anyone to call him "Oli" for whatever reason, but it was okay the first few times if you were new to him. But if it persisted, he'd have to shut it down. Letting his eyes focus from darkness to the bright lunchroom, he found it was the boy from earlier. The smallest of smiles was cast onto his face as he lifted the hoodie all the way off his head and let it fall back down onto his back. "Ah, hey." His blue eyes shifted from the charming boy standing befor him, to his friends across the room, then back to him. "It's good to see you again. I didn't know you had this lunch."