Skins

[Aubs]

Enclosed in silence, seven figures slowly walked out of light and into the bleakness of night. The dark skies above, accompanied with the awkward intensity among them and the several figures trudging along behind them made the moment more than fierce. For Nate and all his friends the night before had been the perfect moment in most of their young lives. A high only achievable by the most expensive prescription drugs and alcoholic beverages, they were all each on the top of their own little world when things came crashing down and soon hours later they each had ended up in the slammer. While there initially had been nine of them locked in confinement, two of them were lucky and wealthy enough to find their way out in a few hours tops. For the rest of them though, being bailed out by their parent’s in the dead of night on Halloween of all nights surely had to have been the most excruciating thing ever. Nate had been on the top of that pyramid. Being the sole leader of the pack, he usually found himself being the head at all the trouble. Though, this time, he wasn’t sure if he was or wasn’t the cause of everything..

As the group scattered from each other and made their ways into their own cars, Nate began to ready himself for hell. Patting down his leather jacket to make sure he had everything still inside of it, his brown eyes stared out of the passenger windows. Listening to his father starting up the engine, Nate sighed to himself.

“Nathaniel, you have some explaining to do!” his mother announced, as she turned around to give him a stern looking at. Her expression had been the most concrete he’d ever seen it look. He’d been in trouble before, but never like this.

“What kind of explaining?” Nate inquired dryly, not really having a care in the world.
“Don’t play dumb with me Nate, you know damn well what I want to know!” His mother’s voice rose inside the car as the three of them sat there in silence.
A few minutes later, Nate finally spoke again. “It’s not like there’s much to explain anyway. I winded up in jail- the end. There’s not really that much of a story to tell you.”
Turning back toward her son, Nate’s mother Diane raised her hand up high and swung it across, slapping Nate in the face.
Yelping in pain, the young boy scowled at his mom and turned to look out the window.
“This isn’t some joke. This is your life we’re talking about! You’re seventeen years old; you can’t afford to screw your life over now. As much as me and your dad do for you Nate, this is how you repay us? We give you a place to eat, sleep, and live and this is really how you repay is? Seriously Nate? Think of your little brother, do you really think this is the example you want to set for him? Being in and out of jail?”
Up until that point, Nate hadn’t even bothered to think about his brother, Luis. Not that he could be much of an influence on the boy anyway, considering the amount of trouble his brother did. And got away with.
His mom could tell he’d ventured off into his own world, so she continued speaking.“ It’s not as simple as being in the wrong place at the wrong time, especially with the group you hang out with-”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What it means,” Robert, Nate’s father began not bothering to turn back at all. He’d had his vision focused on the road, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to put his two cents in. “-is that we’re not going to take this ‘nothing happened' bullshit that you’re trying to feed us. You better start talking up or otherwise I can turn this car around and we can take you back where we picked you up from.”
“Where, the hospital?” Not taking the conversation seriously, he figured one more joke wouldn’t hurt. That was until he got another slap to the face. He sighed to himself once more. “Fine.. I’ll talk.”
“Good.” His parents spoke in unison.
“Not like I have much of a choice anyway.”
“Either start talking now, or me and your mom’ll start thinking of shitty boarding schools to ship you off too. That sound good with you, Diane?”
“Sounds perfect actually.”
“Okay, okay! Here’s what happened..” He looked at both of his parent’s eyes ahead of him through the rearview mirror. “I guess I’ll start with Friday, during lunch. So me, Cole, and-”

[Aubs]

Friday, October 29th, 2010

-Color Index-
Nate: [DimGray]
Amara: [Crimson]
Cole: [Orange]
Brit: [HotPink]
Jamie: [DodgerBlue]
Maylin: [OliveDrab]

Seated at a table in the outskirts of the cafeteria, Nate along with Cole, Amara, and Jamie had been discussing what they planned on doing for the upcoming weekend when trouble in the name of Britney shifted her eyes over in their direction. The vixen turned over, ignoring her group of popular counterparts and walking toward Nate and his friends. No one really understood why Britney wasted her time with a group of misfits, but she was so popular that everyone overlooked it. That is except a few friends of Nate of course.

Rolling her eyes as Britney approached the group, Amara groaned. “Why exactly does she hang out with us again? I mean, there’s not a real reason other than the fact that Nate and her are definitely fucking around.. She has no real reason for being around us, right? None of us like her.” Amara wasn’t one to hide her true feelings. Speaking her mind wasn’t always her greatest attribute though. It got her in trouble plenty of times.
“A,” Cole butted in, wanting to keep the peace a little. “She’s right there.”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I couldn’t see past the glittered overtones and distinct smell of high-strung bitch.” She played with the ends of her super curly hair. “Wait a minute, I guess I was looking at Britney all along.”
“Amara, please-” Britney began, hooking her hand against her frail hips. “I mean, I know you’re a lesbian and all a severely tacky butch one at that, but you’re not my type. I like real boys, not girls wanting to be them. I wish you would stop hitting on me,”
“Believe me, you’d know if I actually hit you.”
“God, you’re so touchy. No wonder you’re not only so unfortunate.. but so unpopular. You're a hotmess.” The two girls glared at each other in silence, as everyone at the table watched them.

“Can we at least act a teensy bit civilized for a second,” Jamie inquired, getting in-between the two girls before a fight ensued. And how everyone knew how much Amara had wanted to tear Britney limb from limb. She gave each of them some time to calm down before she continued. “Alright, we cool now?”
“Mhm,” Amara grunted, taking a sip of her lemonade.
“Good. So I was wondering if you all were up for going to Ford’s costume party on Halloween. I heard that his parents are going to be out of town this weekend.”
“Aren’t his parents always out of town anyway?” Nate questioned, finally making his mark into the conversation. “It’s not like it’ll be something groundbreaking or anything. That is unless he has lots of piff, a shit load of liquor, and-” he stopped, looking over at Britney. Plenty of ass to have. He finished the thought and smirked to himself.
Britney smiled, “A lot of what?”
“Huh?”
"I was-"
“She was asking you, "A lot of what?" Nate. You never finished your sentence. We're all on the edge of our seats just waiting for you to say something. Brit wanted to know what you wanted a lot of.” Amara commented sarcastically soon after. She knew what Nate had been getting at, but wanted to see him slip up around his “girlfriend.”
“Oh,” Nate responded, knowing Amara knew where he was going with his comment. “What I meant to say was I hope he has good food. ‘Cause the last part we went to had pretty disgusting food.”
“He does have a point there.”
“True.”
“Yeah."

The five continued to talk about random things for the next couple of minutes, from costumes, television, Facebook, and a few other things when someone accidentally knocked into their table. As each one of them moved their eyes over, they noticed that the face hadn't belonged to anyone noticeable at all.
"Noob alert."
"Oh god, I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"

They all stared at the girl, not really wanting to waste the time to respond. All of them except Brit of course who saw this moment as an opportunity of her own.

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

Britney smiled coyly, picking up her oversized handbag from the seat beside her and gesturing at it to May. "Oh, it's ok. You can sit here, if you'd like!" Her mood seemed to switch drastically, her tone cloying and smile seemingly genuine as she patted at the moss green cafeteria seat. Honestly, Britney thought that the girl looked overly weird, but it was obvious that the girl was easily influenced. Perfect.

"I'm Britney, just by the way. I have a feeling we'll be good friends." Her smile was bright as she absentmindedly ran a hand through her flaxen blonde hair.

"Ah... Uhm... Thanks." May seemed slightly uncomfortable as she sat down, especially so as the blonde began to play with the metal beads in her hair, not seeming to mind that she was invading the other's privacy.

"Oh, please." Amara snorted indignantly, seeing right through Britney's facade, "Just leave the new girl alone. She doesn't need any of that glittery brainsucking disease that's obviously taken you over at this point."

"Why don't you just shut that stupid mouth of yours for a moment, Little Miss He-She, and let me help the new girl make some friends!" The girl's mood shifted for a moment, but she snapped right back as she turned her attention back to May. "Sorry about that 'It' over there. She obviously doesn't know her place." Amara rose slightly, obviously angry, but Jaimie merely grabbed her by the shoulder, rolling her eyes knowingly and with agreement. "Don't worry about her, you know she can't be stopped for the world. That peanut-sized brain can't comprehend people getting annoyed with her. The girl relaxed slightly at the other's words, although begrudgingly, and turned away, deciding to ignore the blonde... well, for now.

Meanwhile, a boy similar in appearance to the blonde rushed over, lunch tray in hand and slightly keeled over in exhaustion, as he'd obviously sprinted over to the table. "Aw, sis... You promised me you'd actually save me a seat today!"

"Yeah, so? There's a new girl. It'd just be rude not to give it to her."

Obviously just noticing the other girl, the boy smiled slightly, although shyly. "Oh, uh, hi. I'm Christian. Sorry, didn't see you there.... I-it's nice to meet you, though!"

"Oh, yeah. I'm Maylin, nice to meet you too..." The girl seemed slightly more comfortable with the boy, and she smiled in return to him, eyes squinting slightly.

Britney coughed loudly, grabbing both May's arm and the attention. "Anyways... Let me introduce you to everyone. The girl who wears her hair like she's still five is Jaimie over there; the ghetto, boyish looking girl is Amara; Cole is the, like, really lanky one; The guy that looks like he'd like to kill us all is Elias; Ford is that guy that smells like he's smoked a truckload of weed; That freaky blonde guy is my unfortunate brother, Christian; aaannnddd.... that amazingly attractive guy here is my Nate." Although her tone was still sugary, an edge of protectiveness grew in it, and she proved her point by interlacing her fingers with his, scooting as close to him as she could.

Out of absolutely nowhere, two stocky guys in football jerseys stalked over to the group, seemingly pissed as one grabbed Christian by his collar. "Hey, nerd, we told you already, give over the homework sheet!"

"Oh, god.." Christian was obviously flustered as he was pulled to his feet, "I told you, I already turned it in!"

Pushing the guy to the cafeteria floor, the bigger guy raised a fist, growling, "You little-"

"Brock... Jared..." Britney cooed, hips swaying slightly as she walked over to the dumbfounded boys and placing a hand on each of their shoulders, Why don't you boys head on back to the table, and I might just have a bit of a surprise for you two later..." Her smile was suggestive, and the boys both seemed to get what she was saying as one of them discreetly grabbed her ass and the other winked as they nodded without a word, leaving...

Turning back to the group, the girl smiled in accomplishment, tossing her hair over he shoulder. "What can I say? I know how to get guys to listen to me.

[Ms.Fiction]

If I fix this car tonight for this guy, then I’ll have a few hundred to spend on some good shit this weekend…

Elias looked up from his thoughts at the sound of his name; Brittney was talking to some new chick, Miley? Monica? Misty? Something like that, he didn’t really care enough to know her name. He studied the girl, taking in her features. Pretty in an exotic way, she’s definitely worth at least a little fun.

He watched as two football players came up and grabbed Christian by the collar. Brittney immediately stepped in, using her good looks to persuade them. He felt a slight hint of jealousy, but quickly masked it.

“"What can I say? I know how to get guys to listen to me."

“Brittney, you know what would be more impressing? If you would actually use some intelligence to get your way.” He said pausing for a second a, small devil-ish smile in place,
“But, I highly doubt you’d achieve much with that.” He finished, and gave her a wink with a charming smile.
“I bet I could impress you in more ways than intelligence and good looks.” Brit stated, her voice suddenly verged on the edge of seduction and playfulness.

“Watch out for this one, new girl. See how she works?” Cautioned Elias.
“Oh, I’m sure she’s not that bad”Maylin stated, glancing anxiously at Brittney and Elias.
“Elias, her name is Maylin. You shouldn’t refer to her as ‘the new girl’” Britt said, agitation in her voice. Maylin’s expressions showed that she felt a little uncomfortable now, as if she were being torn between the two. Elias caught on quickly.

“I know her name.” Harshness filled Elias’s voice as he lied. He looked at Maylin and his eyes softened, bringing a smile to his lips.

“Well new girl, if you need any help with anything, just let me know. And I’ll be sure to help you in anyway possible.” Subliminally he suggested a little something else in his words.

“Anyways, Nate, you should really get a grip on your girl.” Elias alleged; wanting to change the subject before the new girl could grasp what he had just said.
"I can’t believe you let her run lose like that. If you’re not careful, she’ll fall into someone else’s arms. Someone… more appreciative of her good looks so to say.” Getting under Nate’s skin was number one on Elias’s list of things to do.

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

Britney smiled slightly, sitting back down again as she looked over at Elias appreciatively. "I don't work on lock and key, though. Plus, Nate knows that he's my favorite... Even if there are some pretty hot guys around here, you know?" The girl was fully aware that the Filipino boy was probably hanging on those words. Honestly, she didn't give a crap. Elias might have been looking pretty good at that moment, but she was and always would be emotionally invested in Nate.

Hm... This shirt makes my boobs look really small.. Thank god Mom and Dad actually agreed to pay for the boob job I've been begging at them for.... Britney looked down at her thought, prodding at her chest lightly and pulling her bra up in an attempt to push them up a little.

Christian looked over, noticing his sister's sudden enrapture with her... womanly features, and in an attempt not to embarrass her (as if that was even possible to) he tapped her lightly on the shoulder. Of course, Britney's one-track mind didn't notice him, as she never really paid attention to her brother in the first place... But then the one person guaranteed to piss her off managed to get her attention.

"Oh, look. Looks like Little Miss Princess is trying to figure out how the magic body-changing doctors are gonna get those things on her chest bigger... I guess she doesn't realize that it's all plastic, like a Barbie doll. She's practically as empty headed as one any-"

"Hm, well at least I don't look like one of those retarded Bratz dolls! Though those things are even more attractive than you are!" Britney growled vehemently, pulling her hair back into a high ponytail, practically on top of her head.

It was at that moment that Christian noticed that both Elias and Nate were.... Staring at his sister's chest. Probably from Amara's ranting about Britney's sudden enrapture by them. Subtly glaring at the both of them, especially Nate, the blonde grabbed his sister's sweatshirt, covering the mere tank top that she had on in an attempt to hide her a little.

[Rose]

Long after Elias had looked away, Maylin found herself still staring at him, caught up in his good looks and not understanding how the hell he could even be talking to her. At her old school, the only reason a guy like him ever talked to her was to make some dyke or hippy joke, or at least knock over the thick novel she was holding. But now here she was, surrounded by attractive, seemingly popular people. She found herself hanging on every word, scooting forward in her seat.

Maylin didn’t even mind when Britney started messing with the metal beads in her hair. Though she questioned why the beautiful blonde was interested. Were they weird? Were they ugly or something? And then Elias’ words clicked, or at least, what they could mean. Maylin stared at Elias again, her eyes wide, and when he turned to look at her she nearly gasped as their eyes met. Blushing madly, Maylin looked down at her plate, pretending to be interested in the pile of vegetables and untouched meat there.

“Oh, look at what you did, Elias. Maylin, don’t you pay him any mind. He’s a hungry monster, like any boy...except my Nate.” Her voice was light, breezy, and she laughed. May laughed too, only because she thought she was supposed to. She picked at her vegetables again.

“I’m sure he’s harmless,” She managed to say, looking up with a lopsided smile. Her blond streak of hair fell in her face and she blew it away. After all the commotion with the football players, however, Maylin quickly shrank back into her shell. She’d already had some problems at this school with their type. But Brit had power over them…she could make them disappear. If Maylin learned to be like her…well, she could be just as powerful. May let herself sink into thought as everyone else chatted away, comfortable with each other even as they argued. May just kept her head down, determined not to get caught staring anymore. She didn’t eat, either, too nervous to touch the steamed vegetables with cheese that she normally enjoyed.

((I’ll play the other characters more when I get to know them a bit better. I don’t want to fuck stuff up. My next post will be better, I swear. I just had to get in. >_> ))

[Aubs]

Embracing the scenery for what it was: a bunch of silly bullshit being said back and forth between friends, Nate sort of found himself floating in the middle of nothing. Not really thinking, but not really paying attention to reality, he was in a state in which he almost could have thought he was high himself but surprisingly for how early it had been he hadn’t been. He was sure Ford had to have been light-years away.

“Oh, he’s definitely far from harmless!” Britney gushed, sending a flirtatious wink over in Elias’ direction as everyone at the table continued to converse with one another.
Amara groaned as she leaned over in her chair in Jamie’s direction. “God, I can’t take this bitch no more. Not only is she killing any buzz I could had thought about having, but now she’s sending winks over to E with her wonky ass eye like we want to watch her do it in the open.” She whispered under the loud chitter-chatter. “If it was even possible, she gives her hoedome even more of a bad name.” Jamie giggled, nodding her head in agreement. “Seriously girl, I can’t agree more. I mean like, soooo obvious that she’s fucking around with the whole school. I would feel bad for her-”
“But then you remembered who she was.” The two burst out laughing at each other, causing the table to get silent for a second.

“What were the two of you talking about?” Nate piped in, finally getting free from his abyss-esque state. He gulped down his red gatorade and twiddled his fingers gently against the plastic table.
“Don’t worry about it, it ain’t nothing important.” Amara acknowledged, darting her eyes at Britney as she stood up. “I’m out.” She grabbed on to her black backpack and slightly pushed in her chair.
“Mar, wait for me. I’m coming too.” Jamie jumped up, following her best friend out of the room as the two proceeded into the hallway.

Britney could have jumped with joy she’d been so full of glee. Even though she hadn’t spoken after Amara had left the room, something that had been pretty surprising considering all the bad shit about the girl she could have gotten away with in the moment. Nate stopped his tapping. “So we’re all going to Ford’s party on Halloween then, right?”
Maylin looked up from her plate that she still hadn’t touched. “Party?” she calmly stated quite confused.
“Oh yeah, Ford’s having a party! Anyone who is anyone, like me of course, is going to be there. You should come! I think you'd have fun!”
“I hope you were exaggerating there,” Nate responded with a smirk. “You weren’t just comparing anyone to you, were you?” He milked Britney for what she was worth. “I mean a girl like you is a dime a dozen.” - Or if we’re really being serious here, girls like her are like pennies; they’re everywhere. Lose one and it won’t take too long to find another one. He playfully looked at her, undressing her with his eyes.
“Awwwh, that’s so sweet!”
Cole laughed, while Elias clinched his fist and Christian rolled his eyes..
“Of course I am.” Nate commented, smiling. “So, since we’re all doing this party thing, what are we going as?”
“Going as?”
“It’s a costume party, dumbass. We do have to wear a costume.”
“Well you don’t have to,” Ford piped in for the first time this conversation.
“Oh, nice to see you’re present blockhead,” Nate acknowledged jokingly, casuing Ford to casually shrug. “I mean what’s the point of calling it a costume party if you don’t care if people are wearing one? That’s fucking stupid, don’t you think?”
“Eh. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.”

Meanwhile, in the hall...

“You know what?” Amara began, as she and Jamie walked further down the hallway. “I’m seriously wondering why I haven’t put my hands on Britney right now. I should have won an award for how long I’ve kept myself from actually doing physical harm to that girl. Whatchu think?”

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

Christian frowned, narrowing his eyes at Nate slightly. That guy was up to something... And if that something included using his sister, then Christian was far from ok with it.

Britney, on the other hand, was practically dying from happiness. What could she say? Her assumed "boyfriend" had totally just made the sweetest compliment, like, ever, and now he was practically shooting love arrows her way with his eyes... Well, she thought it was love, at least. "Like, why wouldn't you want to dress up? I mean, first of all, it's, like, fun and junk. And then if you're hot enough, you can actually show off in it... Well... I guess that gives some people a reason not to." Her voice was airy, almost like she was stating fact rather than opinion as she brushed her long mane of golden hair with her fingers vainly. Turning to Maylin, she asked, "Do you have a ride? Well, you wouldn't know where Ford's place is, so... I can give you one! Like, I just got a new car for my birthday, so I have the resources and stuff..."

"Well I, uh..." Maylin was just about to make an excuse as to why she couldn't go to the party, but stopped herself. This whole costume party thing... she'd never done that shit before. It'd be a good chance to get closer to the others, make some friends... Her parents wouldn't even know she was gone until she was out the door, and even then, she doubted it'd cause any serious concequences... "Y-yeah, sure." She finished lamely, and inwardly cursed herself for not sounding cooler.

"Oh, great! I'll grab your address later, then." It was then that she noticed that Nate was stealing glances at her discreetly with a little smirk that made her wonder what he was pondering the meaning of. Smiling back at him, she leaned into his chest, scooting over to get closer. "Oh, If only I knew what was going on in that adorable little mind of yours..."Her cheek stopped right over his heart, and she sighed in contentment, pausing for a moment to relish in the slight pounding of it. The tension, meanwhile, was building with others. Christian fought the urge to pull her off of him, Elias was clenching his fist so hard that his knuckles had turned pure white, and although Ford seemed pretty calm, it was obvious that at least something was bothering him...

'

[Duvet de Mot]

The gears in Ford's smoke-filled mind had been lazily turning round for some time throughout the table-wide conversation, not making headway toward a solid conclusion of any sort on any subject. What did he care whether or not people wore costumes or whether they liked the food? Sure, costumes would make everyone trip harder on whatever they were smoking, popping, snorting or shooting, and the food would make everyone happier but it was hardly his concern what they did or how they felt as long as they had fun. Wait... There was an opinion.

Ford casually turned his head toward the rest of the table only to catch sight of Britney leaning forward and speaking to Nate, while Christian and Elias watched on.

Those two, man... What's up with them?

It was annoying that they gave each other that look at the lunch table, not even touching on their pet names a baby talk. Ford couldn't help but to find it-

Fucking annoying as shit...

They'd eventually break up. Maybe I could swoop in before one of the jocks... But who am I to be with her? I'm useless...

Ford shook the thoughts from his fumed up head and broke into the conversation.

"Hey, if you kids could give it a rest, I need to know what... "favors" you need for the festivities... Or whatever..." Ford spoke with a little more force than he'd meant to, interrupting not only Britney's fawning, but Elias and Christian's frustrations, so he overcompensated by losing steam through the rest of his sentence, falling apart into a generic "whatever".

Having been interrupted with the pleasant surprise of a free night of Ford's services, Britney chimed in first, beaming at the not-so-distant Ford. "Good to see you're with us, Beddy." Britney's attempts at humor had never impressed anyone, though they often laughed along just to keep her happy. This included the fact that she had taken to calling Ford, 'Beddy', after he'd become her main dealer, trying a cute variation of "buddy" and Ford's real name, but it just ended up sounding like "Betty" to everyone else (much to Ford's chagrin), though no one ever commented on it. "Just have some of my usual waiting for me."

"Yeah, anything you want. What about you Elias?" Ford did a quick one-two as he sucked up to Britney and moved onto the next person at the table before he got pulled into Britney's trap. He'd rather just be sitting there without a word, but this was important shit. What was a good party without a bit of catering?

"Perc's, I guess. S'long as it's on the house. I don't wanna bill for this later." Elias had taken to sitting back and watching the fireworks for the past few minutes, casting a foreboding glare at Ford for dragging him back into the conversation, even briefly.

Ford shifted uncomfortably for a moment. Elias was his best friend, but sometimes he wondered whether or not he was next on the hit list. Ford regained his composure after Elias' eyes had blazed at him and shot back, "Jesus, you know I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't covering it. Chill out." Now, that was funny. Elias had never chilled out as long as Ford had known him. Probably never would. He turned his attention to Cole next, "Cole'll probably just be cutting into my supply of Rhino with Amara and Jamie."

Cole simply nodded as Ford moved on to Maylin. "Britney invited you, so I guess you're going. Pick your poison." Maylin's face went blank as she became nervous. "Um... I-I don't really know..." She adjusted her hair nervously as Ford sighed and then replied, "Just come over and I'll hook you up. We'll start you off on the simple shit. Honest."

Nate interrupted Ford's impromptu head count, reaching across the table and flicking his hand. "You forget about me, smokey?" Ford smacked Nate's hand away, a grin on his face -the first one of the entire lunch period, too-, "If you'd calm down for second, I was getting there, and no, you don't get to choose. I found a new tab that you might like. It's called Ziggy. A new product called Stardust mixed with X. Good fucking shit, man. Makes you crazy confident and trips you out at the same time. Sound good?"

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Since the prompt disappearance of Amara and Jamie and with Nate's attention elsewhere (mainly the blond girl who was one leg-twitch short of sitting in his lap), Cole quietly sat back and allowed the conversation to flow, tracing patterns in the questionable slop that passed as food. He nodded at Ford's question, his stomach flopping in a familiar and uncomfortable way as it always did when they planned their weekends in the cafeteria. Call him paranoid, but it never seemed like a genius idea to talk about what they were doing in a crowded room.

Stifling a yawn, Cole looked up at the new girl; Maylin, or whatever she'd said. Like it mattered; once Brit lost interest the girl would be forgotten and shunned, as with most of Brit's toys. Still, she had a unique look that would be fun to draw. His fingers actually twitching towards his jacket pocket where he had a few pencils stashed, Cole quickly propped his chin in his palm, sighing the smallest amount to make the movement carry.

"Dude, we boring you?" Nate said with a smirk, smacking at Cole's arm, making the boy jerk as he nearly fell face-first into the table, earning a laugh from the group. His cheeks reddening slightly, he elbowed his best friend in the side. Hard. Being a skinny bitch had it uses, such as killer elbows.
"Dude, you're such a cock muncher," he muttered back, a small smile passing between them to show it was all fun and games. Brit inflated, her eyes narrowing at Cole before she opened her mouth, her tone sugary sweet and dangerous.
"Cole, don't call him that. I can testify that definately isn't true," she simpered, snuggling into Nate's side with a look that could rot teeth and make someone loose their stomach contents. Shaking his head slightly, Cole quietened down once more, acknowledging Nate's apologetic smile with a nod.

(Pointless post, I'm sorry! Just getting a feel for some of the characters

[Eva]

Jamie scoffed and ran her hand through her hair briefly. "Don't even stress over her. Bitches like her are a dime a dozen, they're not even worthy the trouble of raising your hand." she said dismissively. Jamie glanced at her nails and sighed.
"I'm so not looking forward to the party, Mar." she said.
"What's wrong with the party?" Amara asked, a hint of 'what chu talkin bout' in her voice.
Jamie played with her sleeve a bit. "It's gonna be a bunch of burnouts and closet addicts smashing together and seeing who freaks out first and ruins the mood. You know how I am about tweakers, Mar. They ruin any chance I have of getting a decent high." she complained. Looking behind herself, Jamie saw nobody, so she went closer to Amara and said, in a low voice,
"So. I think Elias was totally eying me today." she gushed quietly in a giggly voice.
"Girl. Do not even start with that mess." Amara replied quickly, her face full of warning. Jamie shook her head. "No no no. I mean, God, I wish he weren't such a you-know and even if he was interested I'm not. I'm not shallow, right?" Jamie looked at her best friend, eyes doubtful.

[Aubs]

Nate wrapped his arm around Britney’s fragile frame, snuggling her from the side. On his face, a lone smirk began to form as he casually copped as much of a feel as he could muster without seeming obvious. Hell, at this point he hasn’t even cared if everyone else could see. Glancing over to Cole, he mouthed off the words, “Sorry bro,” before speaking out with, “You would know, huh?” to Britney. “You know me better than anyone, don’t you?” he teased, his words oozing with as much suck-uppery as possible. “And I think I know your body-” he traced his fingers lightly against her shoulders down her left arm. He seductively continued down, ignoring most of the people at the table. [Christian especially, who had been outraged]
Britney laughed. “You’re such a tease.” She puckered her lips out and leaned in to Nate for a kiss.
Though he hadn’t wanted to kiss her, he had to keep up appearances; with Brit especially. He himself leaned in and pressed his lips against her’s. He surprisingly didn’t fake the kiss either, making it worth its while, going for the full one hundred percent, though he was taken back when she brought tongue action in. Damn, she’s going full throttle. I gotta give it to her. She's smarter than I thought. He slowly backed away from her lips, biting his own as he leaned back in his chair. Britney was surely attempting to make Nate her own. It was terrible that Nate already had the plan for himself towards her the moment they’d met. If only she were years ahead.
“You two done now?” Christian spoke out on edge, glaring at Nate. “Some of us actually were eating, you know?”
"Whoa, calm down dude. It was just a kiss. don't act like you were watching HBO soft core porn or something, Jesus-boy"
“Christian, stop being such a prude. God.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, with any person I want.” As she spoke, she made sure the words cut like the sharpest knife she could hold on to. “You don’t own me.”
Nate smiled. No, but I do.

The bell rang, letting everyone know it was time to prepare for their next classes. Everyone wandered off into three groups of their own. Nate and Cole walked off together, as Britney, Christian, and Maylin went off to do their own thing, and Elias and Ford were left behind in the caf.

“Ugh, I don’t know why I let her get to me,” Amara admitted, continuing to talk to Jamie as the two girls walked further down the hallway. “She just makes me want to hit her, you know?” She placed her hands in her bountiful amount of curls and played with her hair some.
“Don’t even stress over her. Bitches like her are a dime a dozen, they’re not even worthy of the trouble of raising your hand.” Such brilliant advice from a friend as great as Jamie was. She was always the voice of reason Amara had needed to hear from. They were like sisters from another mister. Ebony and Ivory. “Girl, I would seriously hug you right now. But I don’t need people talkin’ ‘bout I’m some kind of lesbian.” The two girls laughed in unison.

"I'm so not looking forward to the party, Mar." Jamie spoke out, causing Amara to give her the side eye. "What's wrong with the party?" Amara asked, a hint of 'what chu talkin bout' in her voice. “How are you already turned off, we just found out about it today.” Amara worried for her friend. If she already was uninterested in the party, then surely Mar had no real reason to be interested in it either. They were ride or die bitches for each other. She looked over to Jamie, who had been toying around with the sleeves of her shirt. "It's gonna be a bunch of burnouts and closet addicts smashing together and seeing who freaks out first and ruins the mood”
Amara stared. “Okay, and how the hell is that different from any other party we go to, J? It’s not like we have much of a choice around here. I don’t see what the problem is.” She quickly took her hand from out of her hair and into the pockets of her large hooded jacket.
“You know how I am about tweakers, Mar. They ruin any chance I have of getting a decent high." Jamie proceeded to go on, as the two girls stopped at a locker. Jamie turned toward it and turned the dial of the lock. “I seriously cannot deal with someone fucking up my high, A. You know how I get.” She unlocked the lock, opening the door to the locker to get out some books.
Amara took a look at herself through the mirror. She then moved her eyes over to Jamie and laughed. “Yeah, I definitely know. We got into it the last time. I don’t know though, if we come across the problem of people fucking up our high then we can assess the situation.”
“You’re right.”
“Of course I am,” Amara joked, as the two girls walked off from the locker.

Jamie turned around to check to see if someone was behind them before leaning in to Amara. “So, I think Elias was totally eyeing me today.” as if it were some type of secret that no one needed to have heard about.
“Girl. Do not even get me started on that mess.” Amara replied, lowering her eyes. She knew how her friend was. “No no no. I mean, God,I wish he weren’t such a you-know-”
“Psycho or gay? 'Cause I think he may be both. You see the way he looks at Christian like he's a piece of fresh meat.”
“AND- even if he was interested I’m not. I’m not shallow, right?”
“Shallow, no? Smart, hell yeah! You could do so much better than him, girl. Elias is the lowest of the low. On a scale of one to ten, he’s a negative infinity. His ass would snap on even the nicest of people, bitch. Don’t think you can change him. This is not a movie from Lifetime, girl.”
Jamie sighed. “I don’t like him Mar.” she lied through her teeth.
“Aha, shut up. I know you do. I saw your posts on his wall on Facebook; you’re sprung. Leave his ass alone now before you get in too deep and you end up missin’. And I be damn if I’m doing interviews on Nancy Grace because there’s a white bitch missing and the last person she was seen with was some Filipino boy with anger issues. You got me?”
Jamie giggled. “You are a mess.”

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

Britney smiled, feeling Nate's breath against her neck as he pulled her closer and pressed his face into her hair. “You would know, huh? You know me better than anyone, don’t you? And I think I know your body-” She shuddered slightly as his hand slid down her arm, and a soft groan came from her throat. Smiling in a daze, she giggled, "You're such a tease...!" It was the perfect opportunity in her eyes, so she leaned in, allowing him to kiss her. It was almost l ike a fight for dominance, and she let it escalate before he pulled away from her. Licking her lips slightly in an attempt to remove the remaining lipgloss from her mouth, another giggle erupted, this time giddier and almost high on excitement.

Christian was not amused by seeing his sister totally eating face at the lunch table. His words came out somewhat sharper than he'd intended, a scowl on his face. “You two done now? Some of us actually were eating, you know?” His touch of frustration was lost as easily as it came, though, when Nate replied to him, tugging the girl closer to his side (if that was even possible).

"Whoa, calm down dude. It was just a kiss. don't act like you were watching HBO soft core porn or something, Jesus-boy"

Fuming, Britney glared at her brother in contempt. “Christian, stop being such a prude. God. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, with any person I want! You don't own me!” Feeling Nate's hand in her hair, she glanced over at him with a grin. Even as the bell rang, she stayed for a moment, pecking him on the cheek. "I'll see you at the party, baby. I'll come ready, too..." Grinning, she winked at him, hoping that he understood what she was saying.

And he did. Very much so.

"Good. Hope you wear a costume..." By costume, he pretty much meant 'Anything I can see your butt in when you bend over'. But heck, he was trying to make her feel good enough to where she'd actually give him what he wanted. Repeatedly. Britney only smiled coyly, dragging May off with Christian tailing them both.

"Oh my god. Nate is seriously the best boyfriend ever. I swear, I'm going to marry that boy someday. Oh, imagine it, Mrs. Britney Adelle Graham..." The girl had obviously fallen hard, and by the way she swooned, Christian could really tell how easily manipulated she was to Nate.

"Brit... Nate isn't good for you." Christian grabbed his sister by the shoulder. " I really think you should leave him."

"God, Christian, stop being such a jerk! Nate and I are meant to be, you're just jealous! What do you think, May?" Britney looked over at her companion expectantly, eyebrows raised.

[Ms.Fiction]

Elias ignored Ford’s comment; after all, this is ‘chilled out’ for Elias. Well, for the most part; he crossed his arms over his chest and slouched back in his chair. He watched as Brittany and Nate crawled on each other like hungry leeches. It definitely made his stomach swirl with disgust. What does she fucking see in that prick anyways? He thought as he watched him interact with Cole. Elias asked himself just as the bell had rang and they parted ways and went into the other direction.
“I hate Nate.” Elias stated, his voice edgy as he glared at Nate’s back.
“ I was thinking, is there a way you could get me some cocaine, or some really good ecstasy?”He asked, his mind flashing towards Britt.
“Enough for two?”
Ford looked at him, “Planning on bringing someone else, Eli?” He asked, with a wink, “Not exactly. Can you get it or not?”He asked, agitated.
“Sure, man, I’ll look into it. I should be able to finding some good stuff.” He said, in his usual easy manner and watched Elias carefully, as if he were a ticking time bomb.
“Okay. I’ll catch you later dude. Gotta go fail this next class.”Elias said with an easy manner.

If I can get Britt away from Nate, just for a little bit and talk her into trying the cocaine or E that Ford gives me, then maybe I can finally get her where I want her. Maybe then she’ll realize Nate’s nothing compared to me. Elias thought as he walked down the hallway, playing out a scene in his head for this weekend.
Hm. If not, then I could always get that new girl, Miya, Maya, whatever her name is. To come home with me. [color=white[He reasoned out in his head, knowing either way, he wasn’t going home without a girl, after all he is Elias Delgado.[/color]

"You're a mess." Jamie’s voice snapped him out of his own mind. She’d been leaving him facebook posts lately, and was always looking at him oddly. Maybe she’s sick. He looked her up and down. She’s got a nice ass, and nice tits. She’s not bad looking, kind of kidish, but definitely bangable.
“Hello, ladies. Elias said with a charming smile placed on his lips as he walked over towards Amara and Jamie.



Err....I tried to get the last paragraph to work out on the coding and it didn't and this is kind of a crappy post, I jut didn't know where to go lol... sorry!

[Aubs]

“About earlier,” Nate began as both he and Cole slowly walked down the hallway, which had been fully crowded with large numbers of people at that point. “I’m sorry dude, I should have said something. But you know how I am with Britney.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and grimaced. “I don’t really need her, but you can never have enough backups. It’s even better when the backups assume they’re the only one too.”
Cole shrugged. “I don’t know man,” his eyes remained down at his feet. “I’m more surprised you haven’t gotten caught more than anything, but that’s just me. I wouldn’t really call me an expert at that sort of thing though bro. Call me clueless, but I don’t really see the need of having more than one girl on your arm, you know?”
Nate understood his friend’s words, but he just wasn’t going to let him slide that quickly. This was just not an opportunity he was going to pass up on. “Dude, that was the most gayest thing I think I’ve heard you say ever. We might have to take you to the nurse to get you checked out.” He playfully nudged Cole, to which caused Cole to fight back. “Seriously though, we need to get you laid more bro. You’re starting to get all sentimental on me. You need some good pussy and you need it now.”
Cole laughed, then suddenly stopped. “How do I sound?”
“Like a lonely virgin who’s only need in the world is to fap off to as much porn as he can..” The sarcastic boy joked, as the two of them headed into the library to skip their last class of the day.

Cole didn’t respond as the two of them entered the quiet room, causing Nate to turn back with a questioning expression on his face. “Wait, don’t tell me.. you’re still?” He didn’t say the word aloud, being kind enough to give his friend enough courtesy towards his privacy for once.
“No, I’m not. I’ve.. done it.”
The two boys stopped in an aisle of books. Nate still didn’t know what to think. Something told him to believe his best friend, but he knew that there was maybe more than what was going on. He didn’t say anything, instead opting to smirking. He took a look at Cole, his brown eyes flashing; showing that he knew. “Alright man, whatever you say.”
Sighing in almost a whisper, Cole rolled his eyes. “Fine, so maybe I haven’t. I don’t see what the big deal is about it anyway. There’s more to life than pussy, you know?”
“That’s because you’ve never did it before, Genius. Trust me, you’d definitely get why it’s all I talk about if you got the opportunity. It's the greatest thing you've never tired, but promise dude it'll have you going gaga.” Nate shuffled his hand through his messy locks. “What I don’t get is how you’ve kept this shit from me for so long, bro. We’re supposed to be friends, aren’t we? You just dropped a bomb on me.” Nate wasn’t really shocked at all, just curious on how his friend was able to keep the secret to himself for so long. Though, he couldn’t blame Cole. Their friends weren’t exactly the silent type when it came to secrets. “I thought you fucked Marie at the State Fair last year? You two were in the house of mirrors for a long ass time.”
“I drew a portrait of her nude for her. Plus, she wasn't in to me anyway, she's a lesbian. I think she'd messing around with Kelli on the cheersquad.”
Nate’s mouth flew open. “No shit?!” he shouted in dismay. After realizing he’d been in the library, he covered his mouth and laughed. "Now that is a threesome I'd love to be in the middle of. Damn, just the thought of it is making me sweat."

“So how’s the hunt?”
“The hunt for what?” Amara inquired, turning towards Jamie as the two of them headed up the steps.
“The hunt for a man, girl.” Jamie replied back, serious as ever. They hit the last step and headed out of the door to the rooftop of the school building. “Remember when I was over your house last week we talked about you liked someone and was going to do something about it?”
Amara groaned. She hadn’t even remembered that conversation at all. “Uhh, no. The hell are you, an elephant?”
“And how was the fat joke even necessary?” Jamie asked, hooking her hands against her hips and glaring. If there was anything she hated, it was jokes about people who thought she’d gained weight. [Which she hadn’t at all!]
“It wasn’t a fat joke, bitch. It was a ‘how the hell do you even remember that conversation and I don’t’ one. I don’t even know what you’re referring to..” She flipped her curls over her shoulder. “I’m cool rolling solo,”