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Setting down her school bag and her binder at one of the tables in the library, Marilyn was grateful that she had an easy French AP class. The kind that used computers to listen and learn the language. Of course the computers were limited. And the populars always got to the computers first, even when they would just sit around talking and texting. They just had to sit there in front of the computers and make it seem like they were doing their work. Shaking her head slightly she headed back among the shelves, scanning over the review books. She needed to start studying for the SAT's if she planned to get any sort of decent grade on them.
Mason entered the library and went straight to the computer, it was near the table where Marilyn was at. He sat down at the computer and was about to turn it on when he read the little note on it that said the internet service was currently down and the computers couldn't be used unless it was only to type something up. Mason turned off the computer and turned to leave, but as he was walking away, he tripped over the chair's leg. Luckily he caught himself on the table. But he accidentally knocked over Marilyn's binder. "Sorry." He said, picking it up and putting it on the table.
At the sound of her binder making that loud clap noise when it hit the ground, Marilyn jumped and turned her heart pounding at an increased speed. Of course when she turned around Mason was bent over picking up her binder and she shook her head, "It's nothing to-" Her words died on her tongue as Mason had straightened, and when she realized that it was him. Her eyes widened and she was pretty certain that she was blushing profusely. Shaking her head she just ducked her head and turned back towards her books, wishing her hair was down instead of in a bun so that it would shield her face.
"Cat catch your tongue?" Mason asked with a raised eyebrow and curious expression as he sat down next to her. "You're a little pink." He joked, holding his fingers about an inch apart to emphasize the word "little". "Pink's a nice color on you." He added, as he started to leaf through her binder to see what she was working on. It was some other language. If he had to guess, it was probably French. In other words, Mason had no idea what all the work was. Mason was more of a Spanish guy. He attempted to say some of the words aloud, failing miserably.
Marilyn scrambled in her mind trying to think of something plausible, something that wouldn't make her sound like an idiot. Hearing his mispronunciation of the words she reacted like it was a second reflex or something. "filou. Like fee-lu. It means Trickster." She automatically translated, and felt her blush start to recede. Of course Mason would compliment her on it, he was such a nice guy. Which was why she was so head over heels for him that she was pretty sure she was walking upside down.
Mason tried to pronounce the word again, the way she showed him. "Fee-lu." He said, sounding it out slowly. He then tried one more time saying it the correct way. "Filou." He smiled. "I certainly hope that you are not a filou. There are too many girls like that around here. All those dirty tricks, back stabbing and crap. It'd be nice to know there's one sane girl around here." He said, smiling at her before looking back down at her binder and leafing through it some more.
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Marilyn had merely shook her head in response to Mason's comment, of course his eyes were on her binder pages so he wouldn't see that. And at the almost snide but still classy voice that Luc commented in she felt herself flush all over again. This was really not her day. Too much attention and it was only the morning. She dreaded to see how the rest of the day went. It was highly unnerving just to be in the same room as Mason, let alone Mason and the popular Luc? Hmmm yeah...nerves were shot for the day.
"Oh shut the f*ck up, Luc." Mason said simply as he turned the page of another worksheet, noting the large, cursive hand writing of Marilyn. He noted how girls always seemed to have much 'rounder' and 'curvier' handwriting than guys, who's writing was very pointed and often messy. Even most guys' 'neat' writing seemed to be messy. Most of the time it was illegible and looked like a chicken ran over the page. At least with most girls' writing it was easy to make out the words and determine what was written.
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Well that was a surprising comment from Mason, but I mean......maybe he had a reason? I mean the populars were rather mean. And it wasn't really Lucious' place to be commenting on things like he had....still. She just bit her lip before giving a small shrug with her shoulders, giving a barely perceptible flinch at the nickname that Luc used when he spoke to her. "Nice shoes, Luc." She commented instead, since she was looking down at everyone's shoes.
Mason finally became bored with Marilyn's French work and closed her binder. He leaned back in his chair and scanned his surroundings. Marilyn's comment on Luc's shoes made him glance at the guys feet for a minute. They were some weird type of shoes he hadn't seen before. Mason couldn't help but role his eyes slightly. Luc was always obsessed with his looks. He probably spent a good three hours getting ready for school to look the way he did everyday. At least that was what he had heard once. Mason knew it was a bunch of bull sh!t. Luc was crazy if he had to spent a few hours to get ready just for school. Mason would prefer to get some more sleep instead. "I haven't talked to you in a while, Marilyn." Of course he probably rarely acknowledged her before. "How was your break?" it was all he could really think to ask, even though it had been a few weeks since break. But he supposed it didn't really matter since he never really had a conversation with her before.
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With the exit of Lucious Marilyn gave a slight sigh of relief and she looked over at Mason with a rather curious expression on her face. He'd never talked to her before. So this whole......cover up thing as if the was friends with her or something? It was obviously some sort of dig at Luc. "Busy." she said simply as she started to pick up her stuff, shuffling her papers. "You don't have to talk to me, Mason. You're probably busy with people." she said simply biting her lip as she felt guilt knaw at her insides. She knew she was unpopular. But so unpopular that the nice people had to force themselves to talk to her? Gee.....that made her feel great.
"Now is that your way of avoiding the question? Or is it your way of hinting that you actually don't want to talk to me. Because either way I have to say I'm hurt." He said, putting his hand to his heart dramatically. "And if I didn't want to talk to you, then I wouldn't be sitting here in the first place." He said with a smile. "So let's try that again. And if you want me to leave then just say so. I don't like to play the guessing game. How was spring break, Marilyn?"
Marilyn shook her head and her eyes widened as her cheeks colored at the idea of actually offending him or something. "I-It was busy." She stammered a bit at the beginning and then bit her lip hesitating as she picked at the corner of her binder a bit absentmindedly. "And yours?" she asked curiously wondering how interesting his vacation was. Chances were that it was far more interesting than hers. Looking at his eyes she couldn't help but be happy that he was paying attention to her.
Mason had to think about it before he answered he really just avoided going home at all because during the break Felicity had been held captive at home and he did not want to be around or hear the yelling and screaming. He wanted to pretend it never really happened. So he avoided heading home. But when he was, he could hear Felicity's cries and whimpers through the door. "It was okay. Didn't do much except hang out with the guys from the team." He said, mentioning the lacrosse team which was his spring sport.
The team. Ahh yes the guys on the lacrosse team. Too bad Marilyn had no idea how to play the game or even the rules. She'd never been able to watch any of the sports games at the school. Her grandfather always made sure she came straight home and got right to work. "Must have been fun." She said simply falling silent, how did one continue a conversation? Did he even want to keep talking to her? She must have been quite boring to converse with. Frowning slightly as she thought she almost forgot that Mason was even there before she suddenly, and almost randomly asked a question. "Are Felicity and you close?" she asked curiously. They were step siblings weren't they? But she was a popular 'popular' and he wasn't. Meaning that she was willing to crush someone's social reputation....and Mason always just seemed to be helping people.
((*cough* Mason is technically a popular *cough*))The question threw off Mason a bit, and a sudden look of surprise came onto his face. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked, before shaking his head. "Sorry. We just get along and stuff." He said. "Don't get that question asked much." He said. And he didn't. Most didn't talk about Felicity if he was nearby. He had almost made it like a rule among his team mates that he didn't want to hear about her if he was around because he knew it would only make things awkward because he knew exactly what they would talk about.
[meant like Felicity has the witch gene xD I edited it to make that more clear xD]Surprised by his reaction Marilyn felt curiosity prickle at her mind. Why wouldn't people ask about her alot? They were related....well step siblings, but that was still rather related. Odd.....he said they got along, but whenever they were around one another both of them had their muscles tensed so tightly it must've been quite painful. Not wanting to pry though she just shrugged her shoulders. "Well that's good. At least that means you'll always have one friend in your life, no matter what happens."
(Sorry! I thought I replied!!!) "Yeah, no matter what." Mason echoed, repeating the words quietly for himself. He doubted that. If anything, he was sure that Felicity would make sure to keep him in jail or something. He decided it was time to move off this topic. He heard enough of Felicity when she was home and mentions of her always made him hear echoes of her crying at home. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?" Mason asked casually as he started to tip his chair.
[haha don't worry bout it xD it's all good]"No. No siblings, I think I scarred my parents for life and made it so they never wanted any more kids." Shelving one of the french books she had been looking at, Marilyn bit her lip thinking. He seemed to have a rocky relationship with Felicity. Odd.....maybe she'd have to talk to Felicity later and see what was going on. I mean not that it really made her like him any less, but she did want to know if there was something that made them dislike eachother. Or if it was just the fact they weren't blood related. Returning to the table she sat down and then raised a brow, "So not to sound rude, but why are you talking to me? I mean in the past two years we've had four classes together and you've never once even sneezed in my direction."
Mason smiled at her comment about siblings. He found it kind of funny and she seemed to say it like a joke. When she asked the question about why he was talking to her, he shrugged. "We run in different social circles. I just never had an opportunity before I guess. Sorry about that." He said casually as he brought his chair back to the ground. He really hadn't noticed her before but apparently they had had four classes together? Well he learned his new fact of the day. But Marilyn seemed to be one of those quiet girls, which would have been the reason why he didn't exactly register her existence till now.
Thinking for a moment on his words she nodded, after all it did make sense. Mason was basically part of school royalty and she was barely even well known enough to be considered anything other than a rock in the kingdom of high school. "You know....you're really nice, Mason. Sometimes I- I have to wonder why you hang out with all the populars." She bit her lip, keeping her eyes on her binder, after all that was way out there to say. Very bold and very much not really something she should be voicing her opinion on, especially since they weren't friends or anything.
Mason arched his left eyebrow at Marilyn. Nice? That was not something that he herd too often. Jackass, bipolar, maybe. Just the word nice? Yeah, not so much. "Well I don't think you've seen my other side Mar." He said, easily giving her a nickname. "Count yourself lucky. Here's a tip. If you ever see me pissed off, stay out of my way. Things aren't as pretty then." He said simply, as he stood up. "It was nice talking to you. I'll see you around." He said, walking away.
Watching him leave Marilyn couldn't believe that Mason ever got mad. Well yes he got mad but she'd never seen him yell at anyone, or even act snide. She'd seen him storm into a classroom and sit down, but he'd never been bothered and she figured that was just due to a bad day. Everyone had them. Five minutes after he left, Marilyn gathered her stuff and then left the library as well. She sorta wished he hadn't shown up to talk to her....now she was going to fail the french test today for sure.
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Technically, Cale had a class right now. Well, not really; he was meant to be the TA for his French teacher---the only one who actually liked him and saw him as more than a stupid child who liked nothing more than to cause hell to everyone around him. Which in some ways, that was exactly what he was, but that was a well-known fact and not something he often dwelt on. The tall boy was sat on the floor, leaning against one of the shelves in the foreign language aisle. This was a pretty quiet place and usually unoccupied since most people didn't check out the language books past the first few weeks of the year and everyone else didn't usually read these kinds of things for fun, so it was a nice quiet place that he could use to just... relax. Even if his timing was far from impeccable. Although he was fairly immersed in his reading (he was trying to fix up a lesson plan for this new person he was supposed to start helping soon, though he wasn't entirely sure of the details yet) it didn't keep him from looking up and blinking at the girl who interrupted his sense of calm. In the lighting, his hazel eyes appeared dark, but that didn't stop them from glinting warmly. "'Ello, love," he greeted the vaguely familiar blonde girl, his accent thick, "are yeh lookin' for somethin'?"
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He took her obvious distraction as a way to buy time and study her. It wasn't as though he was checking her out (though he was a boy and she was a very pretty girl so you couldn't blame his momentary distraction) but more like he was trying to figure her out a little; whether she was a Popular or not and whether she was artsy or calculated and whether she was bold or shy. Cale normally had a memory that was almost infallible when it came to people; he could remember a face for years before they'd begin to fade, but for some reason this girl didn't appear too familiar to him.
It wasn't as though he'd been around this town for too long, having moved here just after freshman year, but surely he'd have recognized her? She was vaguely familiar, though, and also apparently stuck in a concentrated reverie because she yelped when he spoke, her face the picture of surprise. The thump of her binder followed not too long after and it caused a small smirk to turn at his mouth, laughter in his eyes. How could she have missed him? It wasn't as though he had been hiding, but hey---she had been pretty engrossed in whatever it was she was looking for. Catching her misty slate gaze fearlessly, Cale arched an eyebrow as he tucked his books under his arm and lifted himself to his feet, adjusting the flannel he had on over a white v-neck; pretty much standard attire for the boy.
"Oh really," he laughed, glancing at the pink dusting across her cheeks. Her blush was easy to see, and it didn't surprise him either. "It hadn't ever occurred to me tha' yeh might 'ave been lookin' for a book at the library." Casually, he ambled over to where she was so he was standing next to her, looking up the shelf and humming thoughtfully under his breath at her specification. "AP French, 'ey? Moi aussi. Good choice." He smirked again, reaching up to the top of the shelf and trailing his finger along the spines of the books on the one higher than where she'd been looking before he pulled one out. "I think this'll give yeh the 'elp that you're lookin' for," he told her, holding it out to her with a small grin.
It wasn't as though he'd been around this town for too long, having moved here just after freshman year, but surely he'd have recognized her? She was vaguely familiar, though, and also apparently stuck in a concentrated reverie because she yelped when he spoke, her face the picture of surprise. The thump of her binder followed not too long after and it caused a small smirk to turn at his mouth, laughter in his eyes. How could she have missed him? It wasn't as though he had been hiding, but hey---she had been pretty engrossed in whatever it was she was looking for. Catching her misty slate gaze fearlessly, Cale arched an eyebrow as he tucked his books under his arm and lifted himself to his feet, adjusting the flannel he had on over a white v-neck; pretty much standard attire for the boy.
"Oh really," he laughed, glancing at the pink dusting across her cheeks. Her blush was easy to see, and it didn't surprise him either. "It hadn't ever occurred to me tha' yeh might 'ave been lookin' for a book at the library." Casually, he ambled over to where she was so he was standing next to her, looking up the shelf and humming thoughtfully under his breath at her specification. "AP French, 'ey? Moi aussi. Good choice." He smirked again, reaching up to the top of the shelf and trailing his finger along the spines of the books on the one higher than where she'd been looking before he pulled one out. "I think this'll give yeh the 'elp that you're lookin' for," he told her, holding it out to her with a small grin.
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Swallowing from her position crouched on the floor, she slid out her hair tie, feeling her blonde hair already begin slipping from the sloppy braid. Twisting her hair up into a high ponytail, a few ash locks fell over her ice blue eyes. Blush still igniting along her high cheekbones, she cleared her throat before her irises flicked back to look in the direction of Cale. The moment his gaze clashed with hers, Day glanced away, only able to hold his stare for a little less then a fraction of a second. She didn't do well under the spotlight, as should have been obvious at that exact moment. Instead, Day focused on fixing up her binder. Though in all honesty, she just needed something to do with her hands. She flushed further, stacking the fallen papers into a neat pile. Flipping open her binder, she stuffed them into the front pocket before shutting it again. "I realized after the words escaped my mouth: That probably wasn't the smartest thing I've ever said." She shook her head at her own honesty- Maybe she shouldn't have actually said the words aloud? Did it just call more attention to the fact that she was a bit socially awkward? Or that could very well be because of a certain tattooed guy, eyes constantly sparkling with mischief. At the mention of a book, indicating he'd pulled one down for her, she let her gaze flicker toward the direction of his hand. Only to see that he was holding AP French for Dummies. Because, clearly, the world hated her. "Merci, monsieur." The words were murmured softly up at him before she stood, cradling her binder against her chest. Silky hair sliding over her shoulder, she gently slid the book from his fingers, eyes sparkling gratefully.
So Cale wasn't entirely sure as to how he was supposed to react to this girl. Most people looked at him---the tall, inked boy who seemed to lack any common sense and jumped into everything head first and looked sort of like he'd wrestle a bear with his bare hands if he really wanted to---and expected him to be totally experienced with people. In some ways he was; he was a fairly good judge of character if you looked at it in one way, and he was good at at least pretending like he knew what he was doing. But everyone he hung around (which was maybe two or three people, at most) was exactly like him: bold. Giving consequence no meaning. So to be in such close proximity with someone like this little blonde with the softest, most earnest voice he'd ever heard was... unnerving. The best he could do was just keep pretending like he knew exactly what to say. (In reality, Cale had the social skills of an isolated rabbit. It just never seemed that way, from the outside.)
A small smirk lifted his lips---well, at least she was honest. Most people would probably try to act like they'd never said it or retort back with something sarcastic and completely unnecessary. Cale shrugged in response. "It 'appens t' the best of us, so don't worry," he said, a slight chuckle lacing his words. His teeth dug into his lower lip as he watched her lift herself from the floor, holding her binder to herself as if it'd shield her from something. He probably should have helped her up---that was what a gentleman would have done. But then, Cale wasn't really sure if he could be considered one of those. "Tu n'es pas bête," he assured her after a moment. (view spoiler) And then, without even hesitating---"Yeh 'ave the prettiest eyes, bird. I feel like I should know yeh, but I don't." That was Cale; completely and utterly shameless and then lacking confidence, all at the same time. He extended his inked fingers towards her, one side of his mouth tipping into a smile. "... 'M Cale," he told her, eyes twinkling. But she probably knew that already.
A small smirk lifted his lips---well, at least she was honest. Most people would probably try to act like they'd never said it or retort back with something sarcastic and completely unnecessary. Cale shrugged in response. "It 'appens t' the best of us, so don't worry," he said, a slight chuckle lacing his words. His teeth dug into his lower lip as he watched her lift herself from the floor, holding her binder to herself as if it'd shield her from something. He probably should have helped her up---that was what a gentleman would have done. But then, Cale wasn't really sure if he could be considered one of those. "Tu n'es pas bête," he assured her after a moment. (view spoiler) And then, without even hesitating---"Yeh 'ave the prettiest eyes, bird. I feel like I should know yeh, but I don't." That was Cale; completely and utterly shameless and then lacking confidence, all at the same time. He extended his inked fingers towards her, one side of his mouth tipping into a smile. "... 'M Cale," he told her, eyes twinkling. But she probably knew that already.
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Hearing his accented words again, something like a small smile hinted at her lips. Possibly suggesting that it could be a pretty sight, though the upturn of her lips was so small, it was barely noticeable. "Glad it's not just me, then." The words were said softly, quiet amongst the otherwise silent library. Because Lord knows people were trying to study- Nevermind the fact that she didn't have much confidence in what she was saying. At his French words, she blinked, lips parted in confusion. The part about tu n'est she could understand- it meant 'you are not.' But that's where she got lost. Hopefully, the book Cale had just given her would help. Another blush crept over her cheeks and her eyes lowered, thick eyelashes covering said irises. "Th-Thank you." And now she was stuttering. Classy. The fact that he didn't know her by name didn't strike her as odd- Day had always slipped by unnoticed. Or so she was told. "Je m'appelle Piper." She smiled slightly, proud she at least knew that much. "But you can call me Day." Slidding her hand into his larger one, she glanced down at his inked fingers. Her pale skin clashed with his dark tattoos, sort of like night against day.
His sneakers echoed down the school hall, and the heels of his sneakers emitted squeeks as he emerged into the school library. Hair mussed very boyishly, and the faint formation of dark circles under his eyes; he was evidently tired. When he was tired, he was cranky. When he was cranky, he wasn't the timid boy most people who enrolled in Salem High School knew of. He was a stubborn brute, whose thoughts often came in speaking terms during this condition. A minimal amount of tears began to form as he stiffled a yawn. There was another nightmare he had last night, which gave him no choice but to keep himself busy through the previous night. Hence why he's so moody today. Aven walked through a section of the library, and scanned over the binds of the large assortment of books. It was like dieing and coming back to life again for those 'bookie' type of people. They had every genre imaginable - fantasy, mystery. Everything. But Aven was not an avid reader; he was a writer. His hand shoved into his pocket then pulled out a small crumpled piece of paper his English teacher had given him yesterday. Smoothing out the many wrinkles and creases he had formed, his pae eyes quickly skimmed the titles. It didn't take him long as he found the three books he needed; simple recommendations. Aven walked to another part of the library and sat at a table. Glancing up at the clock, he considered he had a lot of time on his hands. So he simple cracked opened one of the books in his small pile, and read the first page.
Jonquil decided to go to the library after the yearbook incident,which indeed shook her nerves. This wasn't her next class,but she had permission to do so. Having severe asthma and all. And besides,she felt like it. Her sneakers squeeked on the tile and wood floor of the library,looking for a right book to read. Her hands went over the spines,reading the titles along the way. The Shining,War and Peace,The Princess Bride,and Doctor Zhivago were among them. Nothing interesting to suit her tastes.Eventually,she came upon Farenheight 451 and Pride and Prejudice. Perfect.Neither of them she read beofore,and both seemed interesting.And she took 2 more with intruging titles. She ended up geting 4 books,and sat in one of the chaira,and kicked her feet up on the table,and craked open Farenheit 451,starting it and leaving it in her lap. But a boy nearby caught her eye.What would he be doing here? Mostly girls came into the library,and the few boys that did she never seen. And this boy looked pretty....nice. Educated and ...pretty nice. That's all she really wanted.Yet she couldn't say hi to him,too caught up in reading.((Sorry it's not as...huge.))
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Somehow, she smiled. It was tiny and barely noticeable but Cale caught it and it was weird to him, because he never made anyone smile. Well, except for Melissa---but that was different because the mental bird was always smiling, though not always for the right reasons. "Yeh aren't alone," he responded, a half-smile tilting one side of his mouth. Almost abashedly, he turned to the shelf and tucked in the book he'd been taking notes from earlier in its appropriate place. The boy looked over, his slight grin widening. "Yeh 're not stupid, silly bird," he supplied, tacking on the almost endearing title as though he knew more about her than just the fact that she was horribly cute. And he couldn't remember the last time anyone had struck him as genuinely 'cute'; Cale didn't often associate himself with prospects of that because he usually couldn't stand naivete. But this wasn't that---this girl was just... soft-spoken. Or so he thought; it wasn't as though he was absolutely sure. "I was jus' tellin' yeh the truth," he responded, shrugging. Cale took the time to sit his pencil on top of his ear before he took her hand into his, giving a firm squeeze and maybe hesitating a moment before letting go. "Enchantée," he said. "So... yeh need 'elp with French?" Cale asked curiously, tilting his head a bit and leaning against the shelf.
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Somehow, she smiled. It was tiny and barely noticeable but Cale caught it and it was weird to him, because he never made anyone smile. Well, except for Melissa---but that was different because the mental bird was always smiling, though not always for the right reasons. "Yeh aren't alone," he responded, a half-smile tilting one side of his mouth. Almost abashedly, he turned to the shelf and tucked in the book he'd been taking notes from earlier in its appropriate place. The boy looked over, his slight grin widening. "Yeh 're not stupid, silly bird," he supplied, tacking on the almost endearing title as though he knew more about her than just the fact that she was horribly cute. And he couldn't remember the last time anyone had struck him as genuinely 'cute'; Cale didn't often associate himself with prospects of that because he usually couldn't stand naivete. But this wasn't that---this girl was just... soft-spoken. Or so he thought; it wasn't as though he was absolutely sure. "I was jus' tellin' yeh the truth," he responded, shrugging. Cale took the time to sit his pencil on top of his ear before he took her hand into his, giving a firm squeeze and maybe hesitating a moment before letting go. "Enchantée," he said. "So... yeh need 'elp with French?" Cale asked curiously, tilting his head a bit and leaning against the shelf.
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Day's light blue eyes searched his from where she stood a few inches shorter then him, her wide eyes giving her this expression of naively innocence. Blinking, she looked down at the book he'd handed her and flipped through a few pages. Under Foolish Assumptions, the first statement definitely applied for her: Your a French student looking for an in-depth, easy-to-read reference. Or I'm just trying not to look like an idiot in AP. The thought was enough to make her laugh and, as it was, another smile hinted at her lips. At his comment, she looked back up at him and one corner of her mouth tilted up. "I'm sure a few people would beg to differ." Like perhaps her parents, who still didn't understand why she'd gone out by herself that night. It wasn't like she could exactly give them an answer, either. She flushed slightly at his nickname, pink staining across her cheeks. Day blinked at his use of the french word, no doubt looking like a big question mark was scribbled across her forehead. "T-That would kind of be an understatement." She shook her head, a lock of blonde hair falling over her face from where it had previously been swept back behind her ear. That clearly meant he didn't know her story though: Which was refreshing, to say the least.
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Getting a bit distracted, Aven looked up from the book he took out from the shelves and glanced at Jonquil. Who was in fact, seated only a few tables away from where he currently sat. Aven knew every popular kid in the school exactly, despite how popular the individual may be. Once you were a popular, you were always a popular unless you got kicked out or some other rash and mindless event.
And this Jonquil, Aven did not know her well except where to spot her face. Currently, a mask did not shield his face form the public. But the jist was, no one really knew Aven existed, and he planned on keeping it that way. Being in The Brotherhood took commitment, and once you're out you were out. Aven did not like any popular kid in Salem High. They were all the same. Aven chewed on his lips, forcing down a sudden sneer. It would be uncalled for, and would probably draw attention to himself; something he never liked doing. And geez he must've really been feeling like an ass today because he did not appear so shy at the moment. The male collected his books in his arms and stood up from his seat. Aven then left to attend the meeting he was supposed to attend.
((It's fine.(view spoiler)))Still reading,Jonquil glanced up and down to the boy over there. She wasn't sure of his name-something with an A-but he piqued her interest. His name wasn't tossed around as much as hers. You would think that was a something to be proud of.For her,it wasn't. She hated being so well known. But with a famous father,that was unheard of. Jonquil always wanted that in some deep part of her,and it surfaced many times. She yearned for a life of being unknown.Or a little known. But she never liked her popularity. She never fit the typical image of a popular girl. Snooty and rude were things she was not.And she definitaly wasn't in perfect health. In a way she was redefining that role and it was harder than it looked. She looked up and saw him chew on his lip. That for some reason interested her. And when he stood from his seat,she went right near him,dropping her book and folding the page prior to it. Joquil's face broke out in a smile,since she wanted to make it seem she wasn't going to be snooty or something. Or as if she didn't care.
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Eventually he reached his favorite spot and he didn't hesitate to sit on the floor, sinking his shoulders back into the shelf comfortably. He flipped to the most recent folded page in the latest worn out paperback, an almost smile playing his lips with the action. He could already feel his mood sobering, feeling better about today's events than he had been beforehand.
Still reading,Jonquil sat in the same spot she had been before that boy left.She was still reading Farenheit 451,and twirling a peice of her hair with light streaming through the window and cloaked her in a somewhat bright light.It made her look somewhat angelic,despite the fact she wan't always an angel. What happened today so far swirled in her mind.The parking lot,one event made her feel so much.Alexis,the girl she despised.Perry,the boy.Perry So strange that one name could make her feel so much. It's like they were more than friends. A shiver ran up her spine,and she turned a page. No way would she want that....would she? Could she be able to get him in the first place.Quil shook the thoughts from her mind as if getting rid of trash. And again,she tured a page.
When Perry walked into a room, he didn't walk. He strutted, not in that ridiculous peacock like way, but in that way that was clearly oozing confidence, as if nothing could ever hurt his ego. Dispensing his book into the slot, Eye of the World, he paused and looked around the library, his eyes scanning over each individual. Nope. Didn't know him. She smelled like glue. Hmmmmm nothi- but wait? Jonquil? Spotting the girl reading he couldn't help but smile to himself as he walked over bending down and kissing the side of her cheek. The moment she looked up he winked at her, the grin on his face clearly showing he didn't mean to make her uncomfortable by it. "Hey Quil," He greeted softly taking a seat next to her.
While flipping through pages,Jonquil heard footsteps. It could be anyone who happened to be walking in to just be here. Sure,she was personable, but not everyone was suited to her presence and personality. She looked up a little over her book,and yet saw nothing,maybe a litle something. Jonquil was too afraid to even look up all the way and see who. It wasn't really fear that wasn't making her look. It was who it was going to be that didn't make her look. The warmth on one side of her cheek did,and she looked to a winking..Perry.Of course. But he did smile,and he didn't mean anything awkward about it. He even used her nickname."Oh,hi P-Perry." She greeted back at just the same tone.And for some unknown reason,she stuttered.Quil put her book and feet down,and turned to him with a smile."What brings you here?" (((view spoiler)
[haha it's all good. Perry himself tends to create feelings in others that they themselves cannot explain....ka-chow ;) ]Perry couldn't help his smile widening a bit at the edges, "Well.....I came here to return a book. And then when I saw you I couldn't help but come over and talk to you. It would've been rude of me to stay away." He shrugged and leaned over, reading the cover of her book, "Huh. Fahrenheit 451? Is it a good read? What's it about?" He asked curiously. Of course Perry had noticed how she stuttered when she had spoken his name, and of course he noticed that kind of glittery look in her eyes that was close to a mixture of shock, awe, and pleasant surprise. All those little hints added up to one thing, Jonquil enjoyed his company. Perhaps even in the way of having feelings towards him, as he looked at her, the light did wonders for him. It illuminated him, creating almost an outline of glowing light around him, his dark waves appearing darker and incredibly soft in the light, while his blue eyes remained attentive and yet joyful at the same time.
((Yep. ;) ))"Yes,it would've been." Jonquil replied,almost stoicly. Perry was worse than a stranger. It was someone she knew.Even worse than that was the fact that he and her worst enemy were 'together'.She took the book from off the table,holding it gently. Quil had been reading all this time,of course. She just wanted to hold it."Oh,i think it's about burning books. It's a bit confusing to me,but i have to read more to be sure about it." Quil got out quickly before coughing. Apparently holding it did almost nothing.Looking at him now make sparks go off in her mind. Loud,frequent and noisy sparks.The light added an certain air to him,and she had to look down before she was going to stare for at least a minute."So...that's it." Quil added,putting her book back and fumbling with her hands
[actually him and Alexis are just friends in the same social group xD]Percy raised a brow, a trick that had took him quite a long time to master, too. Still he was a bit concerned about that cough of hers, "You okay? Sick or are you just agitated by the dust?" he asked curiously concern filling his eyes, the blue looking soft and concerned as he watched her. Reaching out he gently placed his hand on her forehead as if feeling for a fever. "And burning books? Hmmm doesn't sound like a good thing at all, burning books never leads to good things." He commented smiling slightly at her, as if teasing or sharing an inside joke with her.
((Ohhh.kk..(view spoiler))) "Y-Yeah." Quil said softly,coughing again a little."I'm fine.It's p-probably dust or something like that." She smiled on the inside due to him raising a brow,and that happend despite the fact Jonquil had what felt like knots in her stomach. Those knots got tighter when his hand went to her forhead. Even a small touch like that made the sparks in her mind go off again. It was so odd. They sort of knew each other,and yet this was happening. Life is a funny thing. Quil managed a laugh at his comment."Nope.It never does." Her eyes had a certain sparkle to them when she said that,as if she was feeling better about the whole situation that was happening.
"you feel a bit warm." Perry mused and then shook his head and shrugged, "I'd offer you my jacket, but as you can see....I'm not wearing it." Perry was indeed without his jacket, a rare sight indeed. He almost always had his leather jacket with him and to be without it? Well it definitely helped show off his arms from all that football training, but still it was a bit odd. He had already removed his hand but he frowned slightly, as though concerned, "Do you want to go to the Nurse? I'll walk you there. I would hate for you to be sick whilst at school."
"R-Realy?" Jonquil murmured. "I don't feel sick at all though." A pause.And during that time,she noticed he didn't even have a jacket with him. "And i didn't need the jacket anyway." she replied,then shrugged. In truth,she would've liked the jacket. Quil had always seen him wear it,and now it was downright odd that he wasn't wearing it. "I-I feel fine.." Jonquil sttured. It truly felt like something was wrong now. She could barely get words out,and she wasn't sure if it was a real illness causing it or something else. "Don't worry about me." Quil then aqueezed her eyes shut and pincher her brow. "It's just a headache."
To the left side, there are computers lining the wall, next to the library help desk in the open space as one enters the library. In the back in another help desk, which is for technology. To the right area there are shelfs. Since the ceiling is high, there is another sort of floor above the shelves on the bottom, students simply climb the small set of stairs to get there. To the far right, are small cubicle type desks for students who wish to study independently. In the middle, towards the front are more comfortable couches/sofas for students who many simply want to read. In the back, just in front of the technology help desk are normal wooden tables and chairs. That is the back half of the library.
In the front half, are some more couches next to the entrance and then beyond that are desks with computers for classes when they come. To the side of the room, is a small class room where some classes come and gather before going to the computers. There is another classroom, filled with computers in the back of the library.