Realistic or Modern Welcome to Elk-Wood High!~Currently Accepted

[ReverseTex]

God damn it. That was his single thought when he woke up in his dorms bathtub. He had been to a small party the night before, and by the looks of himself it went well. He groaned, slowly getting out of the tub, and making his way to the closest. He was beyond late to his first class, so he wasn't going to hurry. He changed from his dirty clothes, to a more suitable outfit, tshirt, jeans, and converse. He threw on a hoodie as well, and went back to the bathroom. He rubbed his thigh, sleeping in the tub didn't help with that, but that could be fixed for now. He pulled his pills over, popped a few, and brushed his teeth. Afterwards he fixed the mess of hair he had into something a little better, and rubbed his face. He left for the kitchen, and grabbed a Gatorade, half of his cute for hangovers, the other was a burger, but it was to early for that.


He was now walking down the halls, his first class was art, one of his favorites, all he really did was talk. He came upon the classroom, and walked in casually, as if he wasn't late or anything. The class was almost over, great no work today.



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[Arya Barnes]

Sam caught a glimpse of another person entering the classroom and saw it was a boy. She had done enough interacting today and she wouldn't even know where to start. Talking through a note was easy, but face to face was a lot harder.

 

[EllaaaEllaaaa]

As the bell rang for second period the kids spilled into the hallways as Mariah hurried to get dressed.


She rushed looking back at her schedule, she groaned at the sight


"Ughhh why math, why not science or something, but math right after my favorite class" She sighed as she quickly walked back to her locker placing her gym bag there heading to her second class.

 

[Peach Tea]

Miles walked out of History, and walked right I've go Mariah and grinned "hey there beautiful~"

 

[EllaaaEllaaaa]

Mariah spun around to see Miles standing there. She winked at him


"Well, Well look who it is" She gave him a very flirtatious smile


"You following me or something or do you really have math as well?" She bit her lip seductively teasing him a bit

 

[Peach Tea]

"Why of course I do darling!"Miles laughed "I need to escort you, so no one tries to take you away!"

 

[EllaaaEllaaaa]

She laughed. "Yeah okay whatever you say" Mariah allowed him to escort her to their math class.


She hoped they had more classes together, i mean come on the guy was definitely just like her. Fine as hell, smart , and hella flirtatious but she wondered if it went deeper.


"So how was your first period?"

 

[Peach Tea]

Miles rolled his eyes. "Well a I had to set a little bitch straight but that's all" he brushed blonde hair out of his eyes


Andy ran to her locker and opened it and looked at her schedule "where the hell....?" She slid to the floor, and buried her face in her knees. She didn't want to cry, but tears clouded her vision as she sat there. "I wanna go back to Texas...."

 

[EllaaaEllaaaa]

Mariah laughed "Why what Happ-" As Mariah was in mid-sentance she noticed a girl crying at her locker. She nudged Miles "Should we go check on her?"

 

[Peach Tea]

Miles looked over and froze. She was the girl he had "set straight". "Nah... I'm sure she's good, look class is starting...!"

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Sticky came out of band practice feeling a little bit better. He saw the girl from earlier crying and went over to her. "H-h-h-hey..." Sticky muttered, sitting next to her. "A-a-are-are y-you o-ok-okay?"

 

[Peach Tea]

[QUOTE="Quiet Is Violent]Sticky came out of band practice feeling a little bit better. He saw the girl from earlier crying and went over to her. "H-h-h-hey..." Sticky muttered, sitting next to her. "A-a-are-are y-you o-ok-okay?"

[/QUOTE]
Andy jumped and quickly wiped her red eyes "I-I-I'm fine..." She stuttered, sniffling. "Totally f-fine..."

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Andy jumped and quickly wiped her red eyes "I-I-I'm fine..." She stuttered, sniffling. "Totally f-fine..."

"You s-sure?" Sticky asked softly, genuinely concerned. "Y-y-y-y-y..." Sticky squeezed his eyes tightly as he struggled with his stutter. "Y-you don't seem f-f-fine."

 

[Peach Tea]

[QUOTE="Quiet Is Violent]"You s-sure?" Sticky asked softly, genuinely concerned. "Y-y-y-y-y..." Sticky squeezed his eyes tightly as he struggled with his stutter. "Y-you don't seem f-f-fine."

[/QUOTE]
"It's nothing.... I-I can deal with t-the jerk f-face myself..." She wiped her eyes, then froze, realizing what she said. "I-I mean..."

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

"It's nothing.... I-I can deal with t-the jerk f-face myself..." She wiped her eyes, then froze, realizing what she said. "I-I mean..."

"Someone bullied you?" Sticky's stutter was gone in that moment. "Who?" He was intense, at least more so than usual. If there is one thing he doesn't stand for it's a girl being bullied.

 

[Peach Tea]

[QUOTE="Quiet Is Violent]"Someone bullied you?" Sticky's stutter was gone in that moment. "Who?" He was intense, at least more so than usual. If there is one thing he doesn't stand for it's a girl being bullied.

[/QUOTE]
"N-no one alright..?" Andy quickly looked away "it wants bullying.. The person was just... "Setting me straight"..."

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

"N-no one alright..?" Andy quickly looked away "it wants bullying.. The person was just... "Setting me straight"..."

"I know what that means." Sticky whispered, rubbing his neck. "L-l-look, I just w-w-want to h-h-h-help-p you."

 

[Peach Tea]

[QUOTE="Quiet Is Violent]"I know what that means." Sticky whispered, rubbing his neck. "L-l-look, I just w-w-want to h-h-h-help-p you."

[/QUOTE]
A confused smile crept onto Andy's lips "but I-I don't want you to have to get involved... I can handle it.."

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

A confused smile crept onto Andy's lips "but I-I don't want you to have to get involved... I can handle it.."

Sticky nodded. "ok... I-if you ev-ever n-n-need help..."

 

[Peach Tea]

[QUOTE="Quiet Is Violent]Sticky nodded. "ok... I-if you ev-ever n-n-need help..."

[/QUOTE]
"Thanks..." Andy jumped up and hugged Sticky.

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

"Thanks..." Andy jumped up and hugged Sticky.

Sticky was shocked for a moment and hugged her back. "N-n-no probl-pr-pro-probl-pr-- problem." Sticky said softly, struggling with the last word.

 

[Peach Tea]

[QUOTE="Quiet Is Violent]Sticky was shocked for a moment and hugged her back. "N-n-no probl-pr-pro-probl-pr-- problem." Sticky said softly, struggling with the last word.

[/QUOTE]
Andy smiled "can you uh... Can you show me where the gym is...?"

 

[Arya Barnes]

Sam was happy as she walked out of her first period and headed to her next period class, History. Art was always involved in history in someway and that made her happy. Maybe one day her art would be taught in a history class. As she passed her locker, she saw a boy hugging a girl that was teary eyed. She didn't know what was going on but was glad the girl had someone to hug her. She was almost skipping and this point and then she realized that she had paint all over her hands.


"That's great!" She muttered angrily to herself and turned to go towards the bathroom to try to wash some of it off and promptly slammed into the teary eyed girl.

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Andy smiled "can you uh... Can you show me where the gym is...?"

"Y-yeah." Sticky said softly. Then another girl ran into Andy and Sticky held onto Andy protectively. He knew it was an accident, so he wasn't going to react much more than a pointed gl--


Holy shit.


Sticky felt his mouth go dry. She was... beautiful. Andy seemed like a nice girl, a friend, someone to help and be helped by. This other girl seemed different. But Sticky didn't linger on her. Andy needed him. "L-l-let's get y-you to the gym."

 

[Arya Barnes]

"Sorry!" Sam called as the pair walked away. Her cheeks were flushed when she looked in the mirror as she washed her hands. The boy was... There was no word that she found to describe him. He would make a really good art model, she thought as she headed back her history class. Maybe he would be in that class.