Well…I have a few people I kind of know, but they’re busy.
I’m pretty new, so I don’t know a lot of people.
I’d accompany you if I wasn’t such a dubious character myself.
No, I wasn’t, if I was I wouldn’t be as badly injured though.
Yeah I was not gone for a month, I wish I was though. Where were you?
I was given the impression that we’re free to do as we please here. Or perhaps that only holds true for the others.
I was, dear boy, in London.
Arden rolled her eyes and scoffed. “So you are the kind of bloke that prefers the cock. I will be sure to remember that, when I look you in the year book to figure out who you are.” She said tilting her head ever so lightly to the side as a smirk slid unto her lips. “So are you a top or a bottom? because you look like a bottom to me.”
She watched him struggle with lighting his cigarette before reaching out, snatching it from his lips, taking his lighter and in one quick motion lit it before taking a puff and handing it to him, a look of victory in her eyes. “Seems like you shouldn’t be smoking if you can’t even get it lit.”
Had he not been used to the uncouth ways of the student population in this forsaken and unknown educational institution, the dark-eyed senior would’ve commented something scathing, or, had she caught him in one of his episodes, her mouth would’ve been bleeding before she could finish her sentence. But Hayden merely eyed the half-lit cigarette warily; wasn’t she just exchanging bodily fluids with the older girl earlier?
"You," the boy finally spoke as his eyes lazily moved from the cigarette being shoved to him up to her arrogant-looking face, "You talk too much." He fished for another cancer stick from his silver casing before walking past the girl, his other hand shielding the flame from the wind as he took a lungful of the nicotine.
"You can have that; you might need it, seeing I so rudely interrupted your exploits."
Well, I need company right now! I don’t want to do things alone and what better way to get people to do something than…you know, asking?
You can ask your friends.
You have friends, don’t you?
I got in a car accident up in Seattle, a pretty bad one at that too.
And maybe not as long as you…I’ve only missed this week. I’m gonna try to go back on Monday and see how I feel.
Ah. Were you the one driving? Hazel Pruett must’ve been very concerned.
Maybe not. I’ve been gone for a month or so I think.
Didn’t say it’d be easy, but I’d rather go down trying to fight rather than cowering in a corner.
I’d put you in my list then should I go on a murderous rampage one day. Your workshop should provide a splendid backdrop for a chase and fight scene.
OKAY. I want to go somewhere. Someone should go somewhere with me. I’ll drive!
…Where is there to go around here?
You really shouldn’t declare things like that. You might attract strange people for company.
Well that’s lame, although I guess nothing much ever goes on around here anyway.
What happened to you anyway?
Not that I’m concerned, I just assumed you’ve been gone for as long as I have by the way you spoke.
I’m coming home tomorrow. I expect banners, balloons, flowers, gift baskets, the works.
Just kidding, but I would love it if someone would catch me up on what I’ve missed at school. Not school work, my parents already contacted my teachers and got all of that. Just in general, what’s been going on?
I’ve no idea Osmund. Nobody ever seems to know what’s going on around here.
It’s too late but I’d like to join in on the fun. That’s all the rp-ing I can do for now, should be back later.
Camella looked up and pulled away from Arden who opened her eyes and blinked confused before looking in the direction that Camella was. Arden stared wide eyes before looking at Camella who smirked and said she would text Arden later before heading back through the door and off the roof. Causing Arden to glare at the boy, and cross her arms.
"Any other guy would have enjoyed the show and not interrupted it. " She huffed and moved that hair out of her eyes as the wind whipped it around. "So sneaking up here to have a smoke, great idea except it is really windy up here. Bet you can’t get that thing lit either. Good." She scoffed. "What is your name?" She snapped as she stepped closer to him.
"I’m not just any other bloke," Hayden replied curtly, his gaze fixed on the vaguely familiar student with a scowl on her face. He took a side step to let the older girl pass, her smirk still evident as he helped her with the stuck door. It took some effort but the door finally opened and there were only the two of them.
"What good would it do if I gave you my name? I’ve no use for yours."
He miscalculated the wind that afternoon but he was adamant to get at least one stick lit up that he made another attempt to light a cigarette. He’d ignore her scoff, the way her lovely face scrunched up to a taunting look; her sexual frustration was enough damage.