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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 14, 2009 14:36:01 GMT -5
By lunch time, Gray was so ready to get home and jam with his bandmates. It was dumb that he had to waste his time learning stuff that wouldn't even benefit him in the long run. Music didn't need geometry or science to make it work. It was art. And it wasn't something anyone can teach you. Unless Jimi Hendrix or AC/DC were the teachers, Gray knew he just wasn't cut out for scholastic achievement.
All he wanted to do now was get to the back of the school and get himself high enough so he would be in a haze for the next couple of hours.
Rolling up a joint, Gray looked around the compound and found no one who would likely report him to the authorities and he lit up his smoke and took a long drag from the stick. Leaning against the wall, he looked like the epitome of a cliched high school gonna-be dropout with his hoodie, tattered jeans and ratty sneakers. Not to mention the cigarette between his lips.
It took a lot longer than he thought to get the high he had sought out earlier from his joint. He must have bought a bad stash. "Damn..." he cursed softly as he took the last long drag before sitting down on the floor to kill the whole thing.
He shook the contents of his bag to find more but there was none. "Now I'm bored..."
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 14, 2009 14:40:14 GMT -5
Half the day through, Liz was really starting to regret showing up for classes today. In science class, she had been called on to answer some sort of stupid question, one of which she was not paying attention to. Her snarky answer had also not helped to endear her to the teacher, who spent a good couple minutes lecturing her on the value of a good attitude. She even caught Nolan Ahlstrom watching the completely embarrassing scene. After than, Liz had to endure a parade of dorkiness as the theatre nerds in her drama class felt the need to share what they had been working on. Liz was glad her scene partner had more wisdom than she and had stayed home ill, granting her another day until she had to get up in front of everyone and look like a loser.
Even band had sucked, and so Liz was glad when lunch rolled around and she managed to find a few joints in a baggy tucked deep into one of the pockets on her jacket. That was one of the things she loved most about her olive drab army jacket she had found at a thrift store. It had tons of pockets and she was always finding good stuff she had forgotten was in it. She made her way out back of the school, hoping to find a clear spot where no one would notice her.
Luck was not with her, or so she thought at first. As she turned the corner, a boy was in her typical spot. Upon closer inspection, however, he was smoking something that was most definitely not a cigarette. Liz smiled, a rare occurrence, and made her way towards the boy. The smile vanished as she walked; she hardly wanted the boy to think she was at all happy or anything stupid like that.
“You're in my spot,” she declared. “That means you owe me some of what you're smoking, or you can take a hike.” It looked like he had taken the final drag, but hopefully he had more. And if not, and he left, it would be just as fine with Liz. She would be perfectly fine smoking in peace. But if she could get better weed than what she had, well, that would be all the better.
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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 14, 2009 15:59:08 GMT -5
He didn't like being interrupted under any circumstances. His bad day had turned worst when a girl's voice invaded his ears. First, his stupid weed didn't give him a kick and then he couldn't find his extras. Now, this girl is yelling in his ears about this being her spot. He turned to his left and stared at the empty space before doing the same to his right.
"Wow..." his tone was immediately condescending and thick with sarcasm. "I really don't see your name here, girly." He leaned forward and started to scoop back the contents of his bag straight into it again before leaning back against the wall. Squinting upwards, he couldn't quite see who he was talking to. But it didn't matter. She was ruining his already messed up day.
"So unless this miraculous spot you're talking about has 'Property of Bitch' written on it, I ain't moving." He chuckled a little at his own stupid brand of humor while stoned.
When the girl showed no signs of moving, Gray got up with just a slight difficulty and immediately towered her. "You're seriously annoying the crap outta me right now, girly." He sighed. The girl was cute...and familiar...why was she familiar? Shaking his head, he continued to stare her down.
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 14, 2009 17:27:18 GMT -5
Liz hadn't really noticed quite how big the boy was. Not that she was afraid, at least, she wouldn't let him know that. As he towered over her, Liz stood her ground and did her best to act nonchalant and said, “Gonna keep staring, creepo?” She leaned up against the wall and looked away from Gray as if he wasn't even there.
“Looks like you're all out. Sucks to be you,” she calmly muttered as she pulled out the baggy and snatched a joint from it. A lighter appeared from another of her many pockets, and she made sure to push the sleeves of her coat back a little bit before lighting up. The coat itself was a bit too big, and she had singed her sleeves while high or drunk a number of times. She managed to light up with no incident, for which she was glad. The last thing she'd want to do was look like an idiot in front of the tool who was crowding her space.
She took a puff and glanced over at him. She hated herself for noticing that he had a really nice body, and that he was kinda cute. She forced those thoughts out of her head, focusing on the fact that he had just been a complete dick to her. She enjoyed a good challenge, however, and relished in the fact that she didn't even have to say anything. All that was necessary was to do what she very much enjoyed, and that was to get high. She smoked, and he lost out. The corner of her mouth curled upwards slightly. It wasn't a smile, but it was close.
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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 14, 2009 17:42:47 GMT -5
Raising one eyebrow at her staring comment, Gray had half a mind to flick her forehead but knowing that the move would be deemed as completely immature, he held back and stepped a few feet backwards to allow her space. The girl was damn good-looking for sure and if she wasn't acting like a complete ass hat, Gray would have tried to flirt with her more.
As the situation stood, Gray was at a loss. If he walked off right then, he'd look a fool for backing off but if he stayed, what could he do? Steal her weed? He wasn't high enough to do that. So he decided to call stale mate and sat back down on the ground, his one leg stretched out in front of him and the other bent at the knee. He rested his arm on the propped up leg and looked forward.
"Why did I come to school today?" He grumbled to himself before hitting the back of his head on the wall several times before realising that it actually hurt. "Weed any good?" he looked up and asked. He wasn't sure what her response would be but if it was negative, he'd just shrug and continue to sit in silence but if the response was positive, he'd have a better time than he was having then.
He hoped the girl wouldn't be a total douche and spare him some.
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 14, 2009 19:22:30 GMT -5
Liz waited for the boy to come back with another quip, to call her a bitch again, anything. She knew she could be quite bitchy, and though she didn't always mean to, she didn't mind the fact that it was how she was perceived by many. It kept a lot of the tools at the school away from her. It was also inevitably a good determination of whether someone was cool or not. If they could keep up with her, it earned them a modicum of respect.
Thus it was that when the tall boy simply sat back down near Liz, she was a bit disappointed. On one hand, she felt like she had for the most part won and cowed the boy. On the other, however, she was hoping he'd fight back a little more. She didn't want to admit to herself why she was hoping for that, though.
She began to soften a bit when he echoed her previous thoughts about today's attendance. It seemed as if the boy had the same attitude towards this mandatory waste of time as she did. She stole a glance back down at him, hoping he wouldn't catch her looking. As he began to speak again, her head snapped back to place, looking away from the boy.
“Yeah,” she stated with just a bit of aggression in her voice. “It's fucking fantastic.” She took another drag. The small stick was about halfway toasted, and it wasn't very big to start with. It also wasn't very good weed at all, but Liz had no qualms lying to the boy and throwing it in his face that she was now the one with a smoke. She turned to him and blew the smoke down towards him, being just a bit more of an ass hoping to get a rise.
The boy didn't look to happy, though, and the softness that had begun in Liz grew a bit more. She was lonely with Jonah gone all the time now, and though she had some other friends, none of them were even half as close as Jonah. In this boy sitting next to her, she felt a small amount of a kindred spirit. They both hated being here, and they both liked weed. That should be just about enough, shouldn't it? Liz didn't let herself admit her hormones were also involved. Liz sighed, and lowered the half-blunt down in front of the boy.
Stupid fucking hormones.
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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 14, 2009 20:17:23 GMT -5
Looking up when the girl swore, Gray wondered how on earth he missed seeing this girl around. The earlier sense of familiarization was gone, replaced by a sense of wonderment. Had he really been going around school without bumping into this girl?
When she blew the smoke at him, he frowned and called her out for it. "You're seriously an ass, you know that?" He said, a lot tamer than he usually was. Too bad she was a girl. He couldn't hit girls. He respected them too much to hit them. Physically anyway. Screwing with their heads was basically the highlight of his week. Except for nice girls. He had a thing for nice girls. And because they're nice girls, there was no reason to not be nice to them.
But this girl...she needed to be smacked down a peg or twelve. And then she gave him the stick. He grinned and took it. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all, he thought to himself before taking it into his mouth and sucking in a little of it. "Ew." He gave it back to her and tried to take in fresh breaths. "You have bad taste in weed, girly." He spat out the taste.
"You don't have that many friends do you?" Gray concluded when he looked up at her again. It was a waste, her good looks. He wasn't a very smart guy but even he knew that if this girl didn't have the looks, no one would even think twice to look at her. He knew that sounded mean and completely superficial since this was the first time they had met, but she wasn't a nice person.
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 14, 2009 20:54:19 GMT -5
“No shit?” Liz asked facetiously. She knew she was an ass, in fact she enjoyed being a huge pain to some other people. In fact, one of the things she liked most about Jonah was that he would not only call her on it, but he would fight back just as hard. This guy, however, didn't. Still, he did have a little fight in him.
She wasn't expecting his reaction to the weed, however. She had assumed he knew how to smoke. “You don't have to be a little girl about it, it's all I got. Be thankful, ass.” He was being quite rude for a dude that just got a free drag. That's what Liz got for being nice and for a brief second letting her head get clouded with the thought of a boy. Just like all guys, they rejected you and threw it back in your face. “I don't see you throwing down for any more.”
Liz was starting to get pissed off, and not in the way she liked to be pissed off. This guy got under her skin and she didn't like it. Added on to that was the fact that she couldn't tell where he was coming from. One second he'd be okay, and the next he'd be a total prick. She was also quite mad at herself for letting her guard down. His next question, however, really put her over the edge.
“How the fuck do you know?” she yelled, her voice instantly full of tension. All she had wanted to do was step out back and chill out and this guy was seriously messing with her. “And what would you care anyway? You just sit out here to mooch people's smokes and act like you fucking own the place? You're the asshole here, just because you're hot you think you can...” Liz's voice stopped immediately when she realized what she had said. What the hell had gotten into her? The mouth that had just been ranting at the boy was frozen open, and Liz was caged by the terror of her own stupidity. She had called him hot. She wasn't high yet, she wasn't out of her head, she was just pissed off and not thinking.
The joint dropped to the ground as Liz spun around, no longer caring about the smoke or relaxing, just intent on getting the hell away from the school.
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Post by Grayson Shepherd on Dec 14, 2009 21:21:34 GMT -5
"Oh but I like being a little girl about weed." Gray made a face at her before standing up and patting down the side of his jeans to maybe miraculously producing a fresh batch of weed. He raised an eyebrow when she suddenly burst out in a tirade that lost it's fire when she admitted to have been checking him out.
Gray couldn't remember the last time someone called him hot and even though he knew he was on some level attractive, it was pretty weird to have a girl who was pretty much ragging on him call him hot. Which pretty much explained why he suddenly burst out laughing. "What the...hey!"
She was walking off with her spliff on the ground. He grabbed his bag and followed her. "Dude...you don't just call me an asshole and run away. Jeez." He laughed as he walked behind her to catch up. "And what is this business about calling me hot? You're not too right in the head are you?"
She was clearly pissed off and it was obviously because of him but he couldn't help but make her that much angrier. It was the least he could do after being dissed by a girl.
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Post by Liz Davies on Dec 14, 2009 22:59:01 GMT -5
Liz felt entirely ashamed for what she said. Her face was burning red, and though she was trying her best to hide it, the red cheeks easily gave away how she felt. So when she heard the boy following behind her, her head stayed down and she looked completely away from him.
“I can do what I want,” she snapped. Who was this guy to tell her what to do? She was already mad enough at him, and he did not have any right to be so mean. Sure, they had a bit of a banter going on, but the no friends comment had been below the belt. It got to her, and she faltered because of it. So when he called her on it, it put her over the top.
Liz spun on her heel and smacked the boy as hard as she could right on his chest. “I am not crazy!” she roared, this time pushing with both hands on his chest. But the reality was that she was tiny compared to the boy, and he barely moved. “And I did not say anything like that. You must have... you heard wrong.” It was a pathetic attempt at a defense, but now that it was out of her mouth, Liz realized she had to stick by it to the death. “Typical male, thinking all the girls want him. Too bad your dick's bigger than your brain!”
Liz realized her last comment had been a little overmuch. It helped calm her down a little bit, and she stood waiting to hear his response. If he got pissed off, well, she probably deserved it. Her voice became softer, and her shame was evident. “Just, just leave me alone dude. Go bother a cheerleader.”
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