Making Use of a Good day (Open)

[Jade Edwards RCO]

The lecture from his parents when he got home last night had been one that would likely stick with him for some time, his father had understood why the teen had wanted to drive, but his father had been clear that it would not do him any good at all if he was back in the hospital, because of his own stupidty. Jade was dressed in dark denim jeans this morning with a plain grey t-shirt, his hair stuck up at odd angles this morning.

He wasn't in any particular mood to sort his hair out, so he had a beeny hat on his head to complete the look, he looked completely out of character for his usual articulate self, this Jade was the one who really didn't care about how he looked, he was in some discomfort from his shoulder and his mood was darker than normal. His thoughts turned to Jeremy and he distinctly hoped that the boy could find him and cheer him up a little, he had told his parents that if he couldn't drive he would need something more reliable than his brother to get to and from school. Thus he now had a driver and a limo for the forseeable future. It freed his brother to not have to drive him home, and it allowed him to not have to take public transport around the city.

As the limo pulled up at the front of the school Jade grabbed his bag and stepped out of the car.

"Call me when you want to be picked up." the man said Jade nodded before heading into the school. Jade stalked the hallways of the school as he headed for his locker, he waited until the person he sshared it with left before sorting his day out. He was far from happy, the stubborn Irishman wanted to be able to drive again, he missed his freedom. When he was done at the locker he headed into the cafeteria and ordered himself a decent meal.

Taking a seat as far from the doors as possible, but still had a view of the rest of the school as they came in or not. His frustration at being stuck with a limo rather than his own car, was showing all the more.

[Jessica Pruitte]

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It was almost impossible to miss the angst rolling off the guy who'd sat down not far from where Jessica herself was brooding in a dark and dramatic manner. While she wasn't being forced to take a limo to school, her fate was... worse.

She had parents.

Glaring at him, mostly because he was there and it made more sense to glare at an actual human being rather than the walls or one of the pillars hoping that they'd combust, or crumble because it would make the whispers of "liar" and "thief" go away. Not that those two words weren't perfectly accurate descriptives, but still. Jess was sick of it.

After her arrest things had just gone down hill. Not that she'd had any real fall out from the arrest, her parents had seen to it that it was swept quietly under the rug, while implementing very strict, very unhealthy inhibitions on their runaway thief of a daughter. She was as suspicious of them as they were of her, but both sides were justified in their thoughts, not that either would ever admit to being even half-way wrong about what they did or didn't do as child/parent in their respective relationships.

So she glared. Silently willing the stupid looking beanie on the guy's head to burst into flames. Or for him to choke on the glop the school considered a breakfast. Though his looked more appetizing than the meal she'd bought.

The cafeteria staff must be in on the punishments then. They'd been bought off by her parents, they had to have been. Jess was convinced that her folks had hired and/or paid people in the school to report back about her. To follow her, and to make certain that if she put one toe out of line, they'd be called.

Meddling parents. Always ruining freedom. And youth.

[Jade Edwards RCO]

Jade's mood was not improving when he realized that someone was watching him, and trying he was sure, to glare him into the ground. Oh he wasn't the only one who was allowed to be annoyed, he wouldn't describe himself as angry, he just missed his car and being able to drive it. What was the point of owning a super car and not being able to drive it after all. The girl was attractive, and had the air of someone who pretty much had everything they wanted, snap he thought moodily. What could possibly have got up the girls rear end to leave her in a snit, possibly being denied her favourite pampering retreat this coming weekend.

"Is their something I can do for you." he snarled finally having enough of being glared at, his food all but forgotten, remember just why he hated school food. Cursing his parents for insisting on him getting in a limo, with orders not to stop of anywhere. Seriously were they trying to kill him through the terrible food, so that his siblings could inherit the family fortunes or rather control over the fortune. "Seriously either say what ever is on your mind or bugger of." he sneered at her.

Any one who knew him would have known that he was being out of character, he was not nearly as rude as this usually. What he needed was his boyfriend to come and calm him down, but that didn't seem to be happening at the moment.

[Jessica Pruitte]

The accent startled her enough that Jess looked away in embarrassment. She had been trying to stare him into combustion; but when she looked away and saw, through the cafeteria doors, Felipe and… some smiling gorgeous girl with her hands all over him, her mood soured right back up. HE was supposed to be HER friend.

It wasn’t like Felipe was her property, but a very ugly, very keen sense of jealousy washed through her and settled in the pit of Jessica’s stomach. He’d smiled at her. In the few seconds she’d seen them, Jess couldn’t help but have noticed (or imagined?) the smile and exchange between Felipe and the other girl. Her glare returned twofold and she resumed her stare-down of the Irish guy.

Nothing was going to turn this day around for her.

Nothing.

“Unless you know anyone in the IRA, then no. There’s nothing you can do for me.” Except roll over and die. Men. Women. Teenagers. They were all the same! She just couldn’t trust anyone, but herself. Couldn’t rely on anyone, but herself. It would always come back to hurt in the end. As was evidenced by the display.

Life was better off alone, then you couldn’t expect anything from anyone and end up disappointed. You couldn’t be let down.

But alone was so lonely.

“What with the stupid beanie anyway. It looks ridiculous.” Maybe she could get a rise outta this guy.

[Jade Edwards RCO]

Jade glared at her when she brought up the IRA, highly affronted at the accusation thrown his way, he was a morally standing Irish teen, who hated to be affiliated or held in the same sentence as the IRA. Any one would be if they were being asked if they were a terrorist, or if he knew of any. American's were at times in his opinion, the most annoying people he had ever met, that included Australian surfer dudes with egos to match the size of their surf boards.

"No I do not no of nor am I a member of the IRA." he snarled at the girl clearly grated on his nerves, and the already moody teenager was now in what could only be considered a raging mood. Where the hell was his night in shining armour when he needed him, he thought to himself

When the girl asked about why he was wearing the hat he thought once again, that the girl was being insensitive to the situation the idiotic girl had created in the first place, after all he had simply wanted a quiet breakfast, instead what he got was an annoying girl asking stupid bloody questions.

"I'm wearing the hate because I want to, now last time I checked there is no law against wearing a hat in the world." Jade snapped his accent thickening as he grew in anger, as it always did, making him harder to understand as he built himself up into a storm. "Whats with the idiotic questions, or is it an IQ matter, do you have an IQ lower than that of the average goldfish." he said mockingly.

[Jessica Pruitte]

“Methinks he doth protest too loudly,” Jess mumbled with a wicked grin. Sometimes having the memory she did sucked. She couldn’t just ‘forget’ things like most people. Once she’d seen it, or heard it, it was stuck. Well most things. Occasionally something would roll off the girls shoulders and she’d be able to push it out. She wasn’t Rain Man by a long shot, thank god, but the image of Jonell and Felipe was burned into her retina and pushed her own mood that much further.

“In the world, no. In school yes. Don’t you know how to read anything other than Gaelic?” She had no way of knowing if he even KNEW what Gaelic was, most people didn’t, and she couldn’t assume that just because he was Irish meant he knew the language. Even though she’d been joking (halfway) about the IRA and hoping he’d known someone so she could send them, or him after.

“IQ? Oh sweet cheeks,” her voice was falsely saccharine, “I know more than you will ever forget.” The sad thing was that it was true. She would give anything to forget half of it though. Seriously. She was, truly, a freak of nature. It bugged her, more than she’d ever admit.

Except maybe to Felipe.

Felipe. Or not. He wouldn’t have time for her anymore now that he was with Ms. Popular.

[Jere Warner]

Jeremy had gone into school early to pump a little iron in the school's weight room. A good half hour later and his muscles ached yet in a good way. It was time to get a little something, no matter how disgusting, from the cafeteria.

Keeping it light and healthy, he took a small fruit bowl, small container of lemon yogurt and a bottle of water. He scouted around for a place to sit when his eyes fell upon the boy who said the wonderful words the night before. He reached up and rubbed the chain Jade had given him just before saying I love you.

He started towards the table, and heard the accent coming from Jade. That meant trouble was brewing and it was involving him. He hurried over to the table where Jade was sitting arguing with a girl.

He set his tray down and put a firm hand on Jade's shoulder. "Babe whats wrong?" It was clear that the girl was causing trouble and pushing buttons.

There was strength in numbers. He looked at the girl and with a good solid stare. "I think you should go and bother someone else for a bit."

[Jessica Pruitte]

“I? I should go bother someone else for a bit? I’m sorry, but douche here sat down near ME. I was minding my own business up until that point.” Douche one and douche two were apparently a) friends or b) more than friends. Or, there was a third, far less pleasant option C) paid off by her parents to try to push her into ‘setting a toe out of line’. Well Jess was just about through with all of this parental crap. She’d been just fine and dandy on her own.

Thank.You.Very.Much.

There was a lot of anger in this one, other wise relatively small girl. She was about average height and weight for a girl her age, but the anger. If anger could be weighed… she’d make that Numa Numa kid look like Courtney Love. Or maybe Courtney Love’s pinky finger. Richard Simmons would cry his little eyes out and try to ‘save’ her. She’d have to squish him, of course.

“How about you and the IRA denial boy here go somewhere else? Big cafeteria and I just don’t feel like being cooperative.” She was being, at the very least, honest. Itching for something to happen, anything, Jess was almost at the point of begging someone to do SOMETHING because she was suffocating under her own thoughts and insecurities.

[fryn]

Takumi had been late leaving home that morning and, as such, had run all the way to school. He'd left his bento on the kitchen counter - much to his annoyance - and having only realised as he arrived at the school gates he knew he didn't have time to go back for it. The annoying part was, he hadn't been late after all and, in fact, the clock back home had been showing the wrong time. He had a good 15 minutes to kill before his first lesson.

He dumped his books inside his locker and nodded to a few faces he recognised. Logic told him the cafeteria would be bustling at lunch time and so he'd grab a sandwich now and save it for later.

He wandered into the room, spotting a familiar face instantly. The last time he'd seen her she'd been sitting opposite him in the principal's waiting room, under similar arrest.

Takumi strolled over, a ready smile on his face and totally oblivious to the drama unfolding. "Konichiwa, Jessica-chan!" he greeted. "It's good to see you again. How are you?" He looked at the two boys and offered them a smile as well. "I am Takumi," he informed them. "It is a glorious morning, isn't it?"

[Evan Hughes]

He woke up late, as usual, and hadn’t quite got around to filling up his emergency food supplies, so it was a hungry Evan who made his way to school. He only had time to either get dressed or eat before he left home, and though he would normally choose food over most things, he figured that going to school with holey pyjama bottoms, no boxers underneath and messed up hair wouldn’t go down too well. And Brittany wouldn’t be impressed if a tonne of girls jumped him after all.

So even though he was starving, at least he looked good in his usual worn Converse sneakers, old jeans and a bright red and white Hawaiian shirt. It just felt like a Hawaiian shirt day. His hair was even a little bit straightened, he managed to run a comb through it for about five seconds. He had been putting in his about thirty seconds a day on average more effort into his appearance since he and Brittany starting going out. Had to make an effort after all.

He figured it would be safe at this time of day to go to the cafeteria, grab anything he could stuff his face with in class. He hadn’t been there often as of late, for protection, but he figured it should be okay now, and his rumbling stomach seemed a rather important issue not to address.

The moment he entered the room, the room where lots of drama seemed to happen to him, Evan spotted a familiar face and excitedly bounded over to him. “Hey Taki!” he greeted enthusiastically and squeezed his friend’s shoulder. “Looking forward to our jam session? It’s gonna be great!” And then he spotted another face, a not so friendly face, his mouth dropping open. He said nothing, though he considered telling Jessica about his efforts during the school shooting, or getting Taki to tell Jess about it, maybe putting a bit more emphasis about his efforts ‘possibly’ saved her life. But Evan remembered their last encounter, and she hadn’t given him any time to explain then. So he did the brave thing. “Bye Taki.” he smiled, quickly turning heel.