Role Play Here

    Anastasia glided on into school with a happy smile on her face, looking over at Carter next to her. They were friends, but only friends. Nothing more. She had befriended the half-Irish-half-god boy when he first came to Avalon High when he was but a shy little freshman. They were in the same grade, despite the age difference. But Anna was soon going to turn eighteen.

    She smiled at him then went on to her locker. Opening up the creaky door, a mirror hung on the inside of it, surrounded by pictures and other various decorative things. She wore a golden, wheat-themed headband that held her bangs back and a bracelet that was themed the same as well. Her hair was indeed the colour of golden wheat, the thing most associated with the harvest. She wore a deep blue dress and white TOMS. She loved to wear dresses. 

    Pulling out books and notebooks out of her backpack, she set them up neatly on the shelves in the small locker then reached in one last time into backpack to retrieve her drawing pad. She carried that thing to all her classes, drawing when she was bored. Often her hands were smudged with charcoal and pencil graphite. Anna was excited about the day. It was all new and gave her more opportunities to converse with people she hadn't the day before.

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    Emilee leaned up against her locker, reading one of her books. Her dark hair was tucked behind one of her ears while the other was left to loosely hang down and cover one of her eyes. She didn't like to converse with people that much unless she liked you, in which she'll gladly take up a conversation. Occasionally she'd look up and scan her surroundings and observe all the other people who were roaming the halls waiting for classes to start. All she wanted to do was go practice. The little golden sword hanging around her neck always reminded her of such.

    It didn't matter whether it was ninety degrees outside or freezing cold, she wore jackets, hoodies, and long sleeved garments. She'd roll them up, sure, but usually they were down. Without her arms covered, she just felt too exposed. Of course she had regular shirts, but she'd rather wear long sleeves. It'd take a bit of coaxing to get her to wear something that was sleeveless. Today, she wore a grey sweater, skinny jeans, and red TOMS. She took her backpack, that was used for school and not, to all her classes.

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    Nix playfully pushed some of his friends as he walked down the hall with them. He hadn't a care in the world about school. All that mattered was fighting and war. Some of his friends hit them with their elbows, pointing outside to Jenni. They wouldn't leave him alone, teasing him about going out there and talking to her. He almost punched one when they wouldn't shut up. Finally he gave in, pushing away the other four boys and nonchalantly walking outside to her.

    "Hey there pretty brown eyes," he said flirtatiously, jerking his head to the side to clear his eyes of his jet-black fringe. It was a wonder how he could see out of all that hair that occupied his face. It framed it nicely, but it was usually messy. "Playin' Disney princess out here are ya'?" he teased, referring to how she saved the bird from it's sticky imprisonment. He was an ass. You could tell just by the way he stood. Not to mention the way he looked at girls. Up and down, down and up, constantly.

accepted Sibster

Jenni

Smiled as the bird lifted off, and left her hand. She bent down and grabbed her bag from the ground, as she slung her bag against her shoulder. She started to head to school, when she noticed NIx standing infront of her. She rolled her eyes and sighed, he was basically known as the hot bad boy, that broke alot of girls hearts. Her brown eyes peered up at him. Can I help you Nix? I kinda have to get to school and no, that was just second nature for me. I love animals.

    Nix smiled at her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You can always help me with something, darling," he rhetorically replied. He then switched gears, pulling out only one hand from his pocket. "Daughter of Persephone," he said gesturing to her, then gesturing to himself, "Son of Hades. Somethin' is bound to happen between us, yeah?" He gave off a little laugh. "I mean, it's practically inevitable." He'd always had a spot for Jenni somewhere in his cluttered mind. Even with all the other girls he'd been with, she was always just lingering there in the back of his mind.

    He took a good three steps, diminishing the distance between them. He was significantly taller than her. Reaching nearly six-foot-three, the dark-haired-blue-eyed boy peered down at her with a goofy grin. "What'dya say?"

Jenni

laughed one of her fake laughs, but he couldn't tell. Well, sorry Nix, I only help poor unfortunate souls. She pulled her hair behind her ear, gazing up at him with her brown eyes. She shook her head and smiled Yes, I know I'm the daughter of persephone, but that has nothing to do with Us. Besides, don't you have other girls to bother with. She watched as he stepped closer, and held back the blush. No! I will not let him seduce me like that. She smiled up at him I say...Good Bye. With that she pushed past him, and walked towards the gates, rolling her eyes at his friends, who were watching.

    Nix scoffed. "No, you're the only one I'm interested in messing with right now." As she pushed pass him, he stood there for a second, picking at the skin of his bottom lip with his teeth. He turned around and jogged after her, passing her up and turning around to face her, stopping her with a hand on her shoulder. Blue and purple veins were visible going up from his wrist on his pale, fair skinned arm. His hands were large and a bit calloused.

    "What do you have against me, Brown Eyes?" he asked, scanning her flawless face with his blue eyes.

Jenni

Sighed as she rolled her eyes, and put her hands on her hips, running her hands her hands through her hair. "Well, for starters, you could stop calling me Brown Eyes. My Name is Jenni. And seccond, I'm not like my mom, I'm not gonna sit here and be seduced by some god, or in your case a ego tistical, spoiled little rich boy. Now if you will escuse me, I have Latin class." She walked around him, leaving him speechless.

   "I know your name is Jenni. It's just, you have gorgeous brown eyes..." Nix cut in. But she continued anyway. "Egotistical? ... ...Ha, no she's right on that one," he thought to himself. "But spoiled and rich? My family was never rich. And probably never will be." He only blinked a few times at her harsh comments and stayed where he was, letting her walk pass him. But he jogged after her, passing her up and stopping in front of her. "I don't know where you got your information from, but most of that is wrong. You know that? Maybe you're the spoiled rich one."

Jenni sighed, and smiled, feeling satisfied at her staying strong. It was already hard enough as it is, not being pulled into those stormy gray eyes. She shook the image of Nix out her head, and sighed as he caught up to him. "Please, save it. Your dad is God of the underworld, king of riches, and the dead, I'm sure you get all kinds of stuff. Plus, you're like roaylty here, they treat you like a king, and so do most of these swoony fan girls, but I'm not like that." She started to move, when he called her the spoiled rich one. Her body went rigid as she spun on him and let it out. "Me? Rich? Spoiled? Ohh Skull boy, you have it all wrong. For your information, I don't really have a family. I was born a orphan, my father died when I was born, mom just left me in a flower basket, that ended up in a gutter. And for the past 17 years, I've been tossed from foster home to foster home. So again, I suggest you read more up on the girls you try and get with, because guess what, I'm not a damsel in distress, I'm a damsel, that does her own thing, and makes her own fate." She turned, her auburn with gold highlights hair, swishing, smacking him in the face with fluff, as she walked off, to her class.

    Nix didn't follow her this time. He only stood with his hands in his pockets, reflecting on what she had just said to him. He couldn't help who his father was. He was an ass--his father. He hadn't given him or his family anything, except the title of a demigod. He wasn't going to mess with Jenni for right now. Obviously she wasn't in a very good mood, and all boys know not to mess with girls when they're in that kind of state. So he went and sat on one of the campus benches, not caring whether he'd be late to class. A familiar voice made him look up.

    "You know you can't talk to a girl that way, silly," Anna said, walking up to him with an armful of books. She gave him a soft smile and stood next to him while he continued to sit. Anastasia knew Nix well. They'd gone to grade school together back in their town.

    Nix looked up at the girl and gave a smile. "Hi Anna." He paused. "...Am I really that big an ass?"

    Anna took a seat next to him. "Well...yes. But only at times. ...Those times seem to happen more than not," she mumbled. "but back there? With Jenni? That was one of those times. Be nice to her, like a normal boy. Maybe she'll repay you with kindness and not so harsh words."

    Nix looked over at her with his bright blue eyes, not saying anything. Anna only gave him another smile then stood up. "I've gotta get to class. Which you should be doing too. Be normal, okay?" She began to walk away, back into the school, leaving Nix once again in silence and with his own thoughts.

Jenni sighed as she slid into her seat. She thought back to the whole scene this morning. She felt bad about how she acted, but it just really made her angry, on how he would come up and try that whole flirty mojo on her. She rolled her eyes, and sighed again, having a mental war inside herself. Finally, deciding that she would apologize. She asked to go to the bathroom, and left the classroom quickly, after she got permission. She ran down the hall, looking for Nix.

    Nix straightened his back from bending over and getting a drink from the water fountain that was across from the class room he was supposed to be in. The door was closed and the little window on it was high enough so that whoever was sitting down wouldn't be able to see what was going on behind it. He looked down the hall to see Jenni. "What're you doing out of class?" he asked, though he was in the same situation as her. She looked like she was walking with a purpose.

    "Be normal, okay?" he thought to himself. "Apologize." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned fully towards her now.

Jenni sighed with relief, as she saw Nix. She stopped, as she watched him closely. He was drinking water, and watched as he flipped his hair. Noticing the way his hair fell in his eyes and how his muscles formed in the shirt, and how good his ass looked in those jeans. Noticing herself blushing, she mentally cursed her self as he turned around to face her. She sighed and took a deep breath, walking over to him.

    Nix jerked his head to the side to clear his bright blue eyes of his jet black hair. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, keeping his thumbs out. His shoulders tensed, as well as the muscles in his arms, biceps flexing against the plain white flannel shirt he wore. He bowed his head in a shameful way, shuffling over to her. He looked up once he got close enough and gave a half smile.

    "I'm...sorry," he began. "about earlier. I know I'm an ass, and sometimes it just happens to show itself more when I'm around you...for whatever reason." He had been avoiding eye contact with the brown eyed girl, either staring at his feet or off to the side. Always there was something about her that had always made him just lose all his self-control and become this completely un-normal person.

Jenni smiled as he apologized, and tried to not show his face. Even though she was shorter than him, standing at 5'1, she could see his blush a bit. Before she knew it, she found her hand reaching out and pulling his face to face her. She looked into his eyes, and became a loss at words, and to make matters worse, she ended up pressing her lips to his delicately. Suddenly, everything faded into nothing and it was just them. Her lips felt right, as if they always fit there. She pulled back, realizing what she had just done. Her hand flew to her mouth, before she turned and fled, her face painted crimson red. She mumbled a quick "Sorry."