The Seven [Inactive]

Jax laughed a bit at the new kid who walked in. Cry baby that's funny. I wonder if he's gonna cry. He said it with a smirk and looked at the kid for a while and then looked to the teacher. The teacher was a dick for sure so this class would be fun with all these kids who were used to getting into shit. Jax hadn't been banished from the football team yet even though he had already been threatened a million times.
 
Skyler started to write in her notebook, not really notes but just little doodles. Things that happened in the past, present, and future. The rebels sitting in one area, nerds sitting in another, all these people sort of have a group they belong to. Except her, obviously. She was always the odd one out, it's like everyone had their own friends and cliques without trying. While Skyler would try so much, letting people have her stuff, smiling about it. While she doodled she just waited for the teacher to do a role call, or something. Skyler shook her head I'm probably just thinking too rough, it's always rough on the first day. What could happen? She thought to herself while looking at the clock and back to her notebook.
 
Aeryk jumped, startled by the unexpected voice so close to him. He froze, his jaw dropped, unable to respond. These people were savage! At a loss for words he looked back at his textbook, thinking it would make them go away. It seemed to work for the most part as the loud girl left the room. Silently he wished for the rude boy to do the same, his grip tightening on his pencil.
 
Marcus looked at the new kid with a grin from cheek to cheek. He then rotated over in front of the kid, and looked at his eyes. " Come on new kid what's ya name?" Marcus's eyes looked down at the text book, and he snickered while shaking his head. " Your seriously going to do this work? Hah, its not like Dugan is gonna even check it. Then again it seems like Dugan already doesn't like you." With that Marcus pulled the text book out from under the kid's hands.
 
He had been determined not to respond, but without his text in front of him, he had no choice. "My name is Aeryk," he said, barely louder than a whisper, "And I would appreciate it if you would please give me my book back." His gaze stayed at a downward angle, avoiding the mean one's eyes that he could feel staring at him.
 
" Well Aeryk, my name is Marcus. See was that so difficult to do. However it would be lovely if you spoke up. As for you textbook…. I think you can get it from Dugan's desk. You have two able bodied legs." Marcus took the text book, and gingerly laid it down next to Dugan's computer within the front of the class. Once he was happy with the placement of the textbook, he turn on his heels, and looked at Aeryk. " Well Aeryk, ya gonna come get the book?"
 
(Sh*t im really late wow, sorry)


Jim was late. Stomach churning, internally screaming, he gaped in horror as the offending alarm clock blared. He wasnt used to getting up for school this early, especially considering he wasnt used to getting up for school at all. He was ready in no more than 7 minutes, but had to stick around and help the younger kids at the Home get ready for preschool (which lucky for them started much later, he envied). He so wanted to just ignore them and let the others deal with it, but he knew helping was the right thing to do and acquiesced.


Heart pounding with guilty anticipation, he stepped into the main office of the Highschool he couldnt even remeber the name of, only to find out that hey, they didnt really care. accepting his schedule with shaky hands he stood a bit in the doorway to regain his composure. phew, he was sure they were gonna yell at him. he really hated getting in trouble. He chided himself, promised to set the alarm extra early tomorrow, and moved on.


Lost in the twists and turns of unfamiliar hallways, he made it earlier than anticipated, a pleasant suprise to an otherwise ruthless morning. He thought things were finally turning around, only to discover a dilemma at the first turn! Sigh. He took in a deep breath and walked up to who appeared to be the bully here. he had only walked into the doorway a minute earlier, but the jist of the situation was pretty clear, and as intimidated as he was, he wasn't going to allow people to just do as they wish with no regard to consequences, especially when the consequences of said one's actions involve people being uncomfortable and hurt.


Posture in check, the picture of calm, he walked up to what seemed like the teachers desk upon further inspection, picked up the stolen book and placed it in the distressed boy's hands. Wow he really wanted to just run his heart was beating so fast. not that anyone else could see that, composure still in tact.


he turned to the boy whose book he returned, and spoke quietly, taking into account that he probably wasnt very bold and he shouldn't pressure him with loud booming words.


"If this boy," he pointed to whats-his-face, the bully guy, "bothers you again, please notify me so i can remedy the situation." 'sh*t why did i use fancy words they probably think im stuck up, tone it down' he scolded himself. Ah well. That was done. He nonchalantly began looking for a seat to take as he thought of that ordeal as over and done with, and wasnt expecting anyone to reply, though by the looks of it that other kid was rowdy, and he wouldnt be suprised if he had just 'started something'. oh well.
 
[Wow, page 2 when I went to bed]


Naomi nodded in agreement to his statement. It was true, kissing her was never a punishment and if it was, it was one she enjoyed more than anything. She looked at him, eyes full of mischief before she suddenly grasping his shirt collar and pulling him close, just barely an inch between them. While things hadn't worked out between them, it was still fun to mess with Dallin because she knew his pride wouldn't allow him to just let her walk away if she were to start something.


"He refused me," she said with a low laugh. "He missed his change. Though... he might be of some fun to me still, we'll just have to see. I think he's a junior. But you're right, he should know better. We had a class all of last year, apparently, he learned nothing."


She seemed to get even closer as they talked, smirking up at Dallin once it was clear that there was only the miniscule amount of space left. Her whole body was pressed up against him, one leg hooked behind his to ensure that he wouldn't try to pull away. "Everyone knows better than to refuse me," she purred.


[@Renn Skye]
 
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Jax let out a laugh and saw the new boy come in. How good of you. Do you have a business card by any chance? He chuckled and said something rude under his breath. He didn't have anything in his backpack besides one random notebook and a computer. What else would anyone need for school anyways? Jax never paid attention and he still got A's from cheating.
 
Vince tapped his fingers on his desk lightly, watching Jax out of the corner of his eye. Everyone was being such a jerk to Aeryk and it was sort of starting to irritate him. Vince turned in his chair and looked at Jax. "Why you have to be such a d*ck to him? What'd he do to you?" He gave Jax his best look of disapproval, wincing on the inside. Since when did Vince stand up for people?
 
Overheaing the other boy's comment, Jim's lip twitched downward. 'oh god. was he talking about me? am i overdressed? no its probably cause i used fancy words, i need to tone it down d*mn it. okay stay cool. he probably isnt even talking to you' Jim stole a glance to find that indeed, the boy was looking in his direction. 'crap'. "Sorry, I don't tutor, but if you find that your failing already you can talk to guidance." That kid looked like he was failing alright. Where were his books? It looked as if there was barely a calculator in that backpack of his! He took a seat and turned away, hoping that kid wouldnt pursue and leave him alone.
 
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Aeryk didn't even have time to reach with these animals! One minute he was being scared half to death, the next his belongings werebeing taken from him and then returned and now it seemed the room's discussion was solely on him. For the first time in the history of forever, he dared to think that his mother might have been right about something. "I don't know if I did something wrong," he braved speech, looking around at those whose eyes were on him, "But I didn't mean to."
 
Jim immediatley turned to him. ''you didnt do anything wrong," he insisted. "Its not your fault some people don't have any manners, or respect for ones belongings. "
 
Jax finally turned to Vince and set a rude look on his face. Why are you such a d*ck? You are hypocritical too. You start to be rude to me for no reason and then accuse me of being a dick...He rolled his eyes and turned the front. He shook his head disapprovingly. When he was rude he didn't enjoy it, he just liked to see the other person's reaction to his comment. Vince was hilarious with how he reacted. He could totally take him.
 
"Yeah hypocritical.." he said picking up his notebook and examining it closely. Inside, his rage was just about to boil over. Jax really was pushing him to his limit. Vince turned his notebook wiping some crumbs off the back of it, smiling oddly to himself. He had to deal with this guy, Jax though he was so much tougher than Vince but he thought otherwise. Looking at his notebook a final time, Vince lifted it then without warning, smacked Jax full in the face with it.
 
Jax pretended to cry and hold his face as if he were just slashed in the face with a knife and then took a deep breath. Wow I totally hope that won't leave a mark. Anger issues much? He grinned and got out his only notebook and slammed it into Vince's face harder. He put it down and grinned. See? If that didn't hurt you then it didn't hurt me. Lets not start this.
 
"Cold is bad but food is good," Zech thought while finally opening the doors to the school. The long hallway floor was covered in footprints from all the mud that was tracked in, making yet another obstacle. With a low whine forming in the back of his throat, he wiped his boots on the (uselessly wet) carpet placed at the door. Some good that did.


The teen then clutched his bag possessively as he worked his way down the hall. Other late students (probably ones who weren't feeling the first-day vibe) looked at him oddly. Their shoes formed annoying squelches while they walked the area, and the sound was just beginning to bug him when a high-pitched voice interrupted him.


"Do you need your schedule?" A perky, middle-aged women asked from behind a Student Services counter. Her bright white suit momentarily blinded him as he continued speaking. "If you tell me your first and last name, I can help you out!"


A small conversation started between them as Zech gave the lady the needed information. She soon handed him the expected white sheet, and he mumbled a thanks before promptly walking off, not once glancing at his schedule. That lady was too happy.


"Maybe I can stay in the cafeteria for awhile..."
 
jason opened the door and walked in the school it was a new year a new start and another boring year.


when jason walked to his locker he saw 2 of his friends sitting and talking about how bad and unpopular nerds are he didnt even liked those guys but friends made school interesting.


at least more interesting than a vacation with his parents in australia.


he saw that he had english as a first class.


his grades were good but he was mostly bored in the classroom he was mostly sitting in the corner of the class with popular football players and basketball players they only wanted them in their group becouse he had rich parents with a big villa and 6 cars and then he yeard the schoolbell.


he slowly walked to his classroom.
 
Dallin Azmat Haben

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"Everyone below you, which I am not," Dallin murmured, his voice a low purr that carried within it all the power of a panther under the smooth velvet of it's fur.


His right hand came up, the backs of his fingers grazing her cheek in an imitation of a lover's caress. He leaned in closer, sliding his face against hers cheek to cheek until his lips came to rest along the shell of her ear, destroying what small space she had left between them. His left hand came up along her back, following the trail of her spine and settling at the base of her neck, his fingers curling around that gentle arch, slipping into her hair and curling to hold her fast. He pressed his body closer against hers, pressing her backwards, borderline threatening with the pressure and the closeness. If she wanted to line herself against him, he'd let her, but within his own actions he carried no sensuality, no lust, but pure power, a promise that he could bend you, could break you if he wanted to, but didn't care to stoop so low as actual action. The hand along her cheek slipped down, hooking about her waist and pulling her in yet further, sharp in it's movements, his arm hard against her like the wrought iron bars of cage.


It was in this way, with this threat of his form held hard and oppressive against her, with his fingers curled into her hair and the skin of her neck in the imitation of intimate touch laced heavily with the reminder that he could so easily snap, with his lips so close to her ear that she could doubtless feel the heated breath set between his words that he reminded her, "Watch yourself, Naomi. I am so much more than one of your playthings."


(@SetMeFree )
 
Naomi seemed lost in all of his touches yet perfectly engaged at the same time. With each adjustment of his, she too moved, almost always into his powerful touch or grip. There was clearly the possibility that he had forgotten something about her. It mattered not to her whether or not his touches were delivered with any emotion at all, as she took them to be lustful anyway.


She laughed softly at his comment, hands falling from his collar to his chest to push at him, only to smirk at the resistance and knowledge that neither of them were going anywhere. Her eyes glittered like gold as she looked up at him. "Silly, boy~ Seems that you've forgotten that I like it rough. Look at what you've gotten us into," she purred.


With a quick glance around, she leaned into him again. Her lips danced down his neck before settling at the crook of his neck. Smirking once more, she nipped at the sensitive skin there. It was quite the vampiress move and of course one of her favorites since it would bring most guys to their knees. However, she knew better than to expect that from Dallin.


[@Renn Skye]
 
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Aster soon came back into the classroom silently, sitting down in her desk again and giggling to herself as she heard Mr. Dugan running into the classroom and to his desk. She looked over at Mr. Dugan and smirked. "Something wrong, sir?" She asked innocently, giving him a puppy-eyed look.
 
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