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Everett entered the room, setting the guitar down and pulling the camera out of his bag. His mother had asked him to develop some photos - it was for this present for his dad, a scrapbook of sorts - and school had been the best place to do so. If it showed up on his mom's card, his dad would find out and be curious. Or, of course, Everett could do it at school. Quite frankly, though, he was totally confused by this, and he was really hoping that someone who knew what they were doing would come in and be able to help him with this, because he was clueless.
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That's when she looked up, for the first time realizing she wasn't alone. She wasn't entirely sure for a second, but then his face clicked in the reddish light and she recognized the slightly attractive figure as Everett. "What goes on, Rett?" she asked, being more polite than anything. She couldn't remember him doing anything outlandishly terrible to her in the time they'd spent together before.
"Hey, Jen," Everett said, giving a little wave. He held up the little canister in his hand. "Um, so, this is really embarrassing and all, but my mom is planning this present for my dad that involves getting photos developed from when I was younger and, well, I uh, don't know how. Would you be able to help me? Because I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing and I'd really hate to ruin this." He gave her a sheepish smile. He wasn't really close with Jenner; but they knew each other, both being popular at the school. Mostly, though, Everett tended to keep to himself, spending most of his time with Dahlia, if anyone.
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"Um, I'd like it done the right way. I mean, I'm sure that my dad would love it either way, but... I'm honestly afraid of what would happen if I tried to do it myself," he said, emitting a small laugh. "I'd probably get all the film tangled or something or mess up somewhere along the way. Like I said, I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. I mean, if you don't have time to help or anything, that's totally fine. I mean, I could probably take it somewhere or something."
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"Thank you so much, really," Everett said sincerely. He knew that Jenner wasn't really as involved with the other Populars, and really, he'd never been close with her. Or any of the Populars - Dahlia being the exception, of course, because, well, she was his girlfriend. Whether or not it was just because Jen was in a good mood or if she was feeling nice or whatever, Everett honestly had no idea, but when someone like Jenner offers her help, you accept it, no questions asked.
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"Of course. Are cake pops an appropriate means of payment? My sister insists we have a baking day this weekend, so... I hope you're not allergic to gluten," he joked, then paused, paling slightly. "Please don't tell me that you're allergic to gluten or else I'm going to feel like a horrible human being."
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But hey, if she asked you for help, you gave it to her. If you asked her for help... well, you wouldn't--unless it was under special circumstances. If she offered? You were lucky... or she wanted something. Either way, Jenner had to be in an approachable mood.
Everett shrugged. "Well, either way, I'll figure some way to pay you back. I - oh God, this sounds like I'm offering you prostitution services or something. God, no. I - nevermind. I'm going to stop talking before I make a total fool out of myself. That is, if I haven't already." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Non mi intendevo in quel senso... non è questo che volevo dire..."
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"I realized that the whole thing about 'paying you back' could be taken the wrong - and an extremely not-accurate - way, and especially given the type of people at this school... I wanted to clarify. But if you ever need help with anything or something like that, I'd be more than happy to help out. Especially if you take Italian," he offered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Lovely, Everett thought. She didn't even take it the wrong way. And now I look like a pervy idiot.
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She was only nice to people who deserved it, which in her eyes were a sure few. It wasn't often she encountered someone so kind hearted; when she did it was a good and bad thing. Jenner stifled her pride and smiled, shaking her head. "I hadn't really thought about it that way." she said, a little awkwardly getting into the motions.
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"Thank you for doing this, Jen, really," Everett said, offering her a smile. It wasn't exactly often that you found Jenner in a mood like this; he was well aware that he was pretty lucky to have gotten her help. In fact, this was the nicest she'd ever been to him - not that they'd gotten into any disagreements before; Everett avoided any conflict that he could. "It was nice seeing you. I'll see you around, I guess," he said.
"Thank you for doing this, Jen, really," Everett said, offering her a smile. It wasn't exactly often that you found Jenner in a mood like this; he was well aware that he was pretty lucky to have gotten her help. In fact, this was the nicest she'd ever been to him - not that they'd gotten into any disagreements before; Everett avoided any conflict that he could. "It was nice seeing you. I'll see you around, I guess," he said.
----------------------------------------Markus looked around the hallways furtively before slipping into the developing room. He shut the door behind him and swept the room with a glance. Empty, just the way he wanted it. It was getting increasingly difficult for him and Taylor to meet up during school. The Brotherhood had eyes and ears everywhere. They had lasted this long without being caught and all he could hope for was that their relationships stayed secret until the end of the year. Then Markus would have graduated and would no longer be part of Salem's ridiculous caste system.
He leaned against one of the counters while he waited, wondering whether anyone had left any incriminating pictures lying around. It's not like he would ever do anything with it if he did find one - he didn't care enough to actually take action - but it may brighten his day a little. He twisted his eyebrow piercing around absentmindedly; it was a habit that drove Taylor crazy, bu she wasn't here yet, so he didn't have to worry about annoying her.
Taylor walked down the hall towards the developing casually and slightly determined, as if she had every right and purpose to be there, when really she should have been the last person to go into the developing room. She didn't even have a camera to take pictures, let alone develop any. But if anyone asked her, she would just say that she was picking up pictures for her friend or something. No one could question it, as she knew plenty of people who would ask her to get their pictures for them. And if she got lucky, she could actually emerge with a few pictures from the room is she was absolutely positive that they belonged to someone she knew. But the developing room was the only, really private place that she and Markus could meet. There was the stupid brotherhood thing that seemed to have tabs on everyone. She remembered last year when some popular was found out to have gotten some freshman pregnant. The news was every where within seconds. Somehow the brotherhood even got the report that confirmed the girl was pregnant. Yeah, that was a bit more extreme than her and Markus's situation. But it didn't make her any less anxious about their relationship.
Slipping into the room, she locked the door behind her. Most kids did that if they were working on developing some photos because the light would ruin them and most didn't want to risk it. The lighting was extremely dim within the room, but she could just make out Markus's feature. She gave his a smile and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a kiss in greeting. "Miss me?"
Markus looked up when the door opened and smiled when he saw that it was Taylor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. "I always do," he replied. "I assume you got here okay?" he asked. So many times their secret meetings had been ruined or almost discovered by people who just got in the way. There was always that one friend who wouldn't leave or that one person who forgot their binder in a classroom and nearly walked in on them. Their relationship could be a exhausting at times, but those moments that they did get alone made it all worth it.
((sorry for the late reply))Taylor's forehead was against Markus's as she met his eyes with a smile. "Of course." She said simply. "You should come over sometime. My parents miss seeing you around." Taylor said, inviting him over to her place. It was the one and only place where they could really be open about their relationship. Her parents absolutely adored Markus and Thayer was Thayer and he didn't seem to have any objections with their relationship, nor would he ever dare tell anyone at school and the two younger ones didn't even understand their relationship. It was the one place where their secret was 'safe'.
Markus smiled. "Sure, I haven't been over in a while," he said. He liked going over to her house, her family was great and he could trust Thayer not to tell anyone about them. It was nice not to have to hide the fact that they were seeing each other. Of course his parents knew about their relationship as well, but their family was often in view of the public eye and his parents were weird about it anyway. Markus tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "So, now that we have some time alone together, what do you want to do? I was thinking we could develop some photos or maybe just stand here until this class period ends," he said. "Or, we could always do this," he said, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers once again.
Taylor smiled against his lips for a moment before kissing him back, moving forward until they were pressed against each other. It felt so nice to be back in his arms with their lips kissing after so long. This whole brotherhood thing was a pain in the ass. They couldn't even be a public couple without worrying what the brotherhood would do. Sometimes the pranks were petty, unimportant things. But other times they got too out of hand and the outcomes were irreversible. So it was better to keep it under wraps until he graduated. They kissed for a few minutes until they were both out of breath and she pulled back with a grin. "You know, we should switch it up. Let's try to do something productive in here." She said, her eyes wandering over to chemicals over the tables.
Markus opened his eyes when she pulled back, in his opinion, a little too soon. He rose an eyebrow and followed her gaze. With a mischievous smile, he turned back to her and kissed her jaw. "You know, I can think of a lot of ways we could be productive," he said, his hands playing with the hem of her shirt. It was clear after a few moments that her mind was elsewhere so Markus reluctantly pulled back. "Fine, what's your definition of productive?" he asked, looking back over at the chemicals.
Taylor turned around and leaned back into him, wrapping his arms around her. Her eyes wandered around. "Hmm, I don't know. We should have brought something to develop. It could have been fun." She said with a shrug. Alas, they didn't have any film or anything to develop. Well, there was plenty of film here they could have used, but she didn't want to end up ruining someone's work because she was clumsy, which would definitely happen knowing Taylor. "Since my idea of being productive fails, let's go back to yours." She said with a grin, tilting her head back to look up at him.
((Oh my gosh, I just had an idea! What if someone left their camera in the room and while they're making out, they accidentally bump into it and end up taking a picture? The picture would be blurry, so nobody would know it was them, but it would be pretty obvious that it was two people getting it on :P))
((OMG! That would be hilarious! Yes! :P ))
((Yay! It might take me a while to post though, I'm on my phone right now.))
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((OMG YES! haha, now I'm hyper and excited))
"Yes, let's," Markus said, pulling her back toward him. Their lips met again and he ran his hands through her hair. He moved over a little and lifted her onto one of the counters. "I like my idea of productive much better," he murmured, kissing her neck gently. They got a little more, ahem, enthusiastic and Markus' hand brushed up against something. He pushed to the side impatiently, he kind of needed both of his hands free. ((We can timeskip :P))
((haha, good.))About three minutes before the bell was supposed ring, Taylor pulled back. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. But I'm competing tonight. Remember Twigs?" She said, referring to some guy at the skate park who's legs were so thin they were easily comparable to twigs. And since she didn't know his real name, she had nicknamed him twigs. "Yeah, he's placed a bet with me for fifty dollars. Will you be there?" She asked, her eyebrows raised and eyes hopeful.
Markus laughed when she mentioned Twigs. They had met a couple times and Markus didn't think he had ever heard a word come out of his mouth that wasn't dripping with sarcasm. "Of course I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it," he said, and it was true. Luckily, the skate park wasn't a popular hangout for students from Salem. Anyone from their school who did happen to be there would probably be too high to remember seeing Markus and Taylor together anyway. "Unfortunately, it's time for us to go back to class," he said, pouting a little.
Taylor frowned. "It is isn't it? Well I'll see you tonight. You can come home after I kick Twigs' ass." She said with a grin as she stood up. She started to smooth out his shirt and hair. She put her hair into a simple high ponytail, and put her sweatshirt back on. She gave him one last kiss just before the bell rang. She unlocked the door and slid out the door before him, giving him on last smile. Since everyone was just leaving their classes and focuses on getting to class on time, no one noticed her emerge from the dark room.
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Jen wore a simple tank top and jeans, not rocking anything Gucci. It just felt like one of those simple days where she didn't feel like trying as hard as everyone else. So be it, she was more comfortable in jeans sometimes than skirts anyways. Especially when she was in here, developing pictures. The roll of film she worked with today was from her time in the forest, the one she'd been procrastinating on developing till this moment.
Ben was at his locker when he noticed Jen slip into the developing room in her simple tank top and jeans, yet still managing to look like the sexiest chick in school. He smirked. He'd been meaning to talk to her. He was sure that she was probably still holding a grudge from the incident in the library. But he was already over it. Ben wasn't one to spend too much time on those sort of things. No, he definitely had one of those 'fuck this shit' attitudes and move on. Which was why he'd been wanting to talk to Jenner. There were things he wanted to say and ask. Things that needed to be said now or never. So casually walking towards the developing room, he opened the door just enough to squeeze in. Closing and locking the door behind him, he took a small step towards Jenner and grabbed her waist, leaning forward so his lips were just beside her ear. "Fancy meeting you here." He said, the smirk on his face evident in his voice.
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"I wouldn't say fancy, I think the term your looking for is unwanted." She remarked, not bothering to whisper like he had. Jenner could still play along though, even if she was super mad at him, her first instinct with anyone was always to flirt--get their guard down. Jen leaned back into him, turning her head a fraction so she could nearly see his lips.
"I could always leave." Ben replied, matching her tone, taking a step back as she leaned back, causing her to fall into him rather than gracefully lean back which probably was not what she wanted but oh well, he liked it. And he wasn't exactly hiding his amusement as his smirk grew into a smile. He wrapped his other arm around her waist. He set his head into the crook between her neck and shoulder, her skin cool against his. "So, what are we working on here." He asked, raising his eyebrows at the film in her hands, squinting to see what they were. The setting was obviously the woods, it was hard to tell who was in the center other than the fact it looked like a guy, unless it was a girl with no/short hair. Other than that, it was too dark and film made it difficult to make out details.
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She pushed the film under the chemical, hiding it from view. "It's nothing." She muttered, a light blush coloring her cheeks. So what if she couldn't hide all of her emotions? Jenner glanced at him over her shoulder, almost looking vulnerable. He was seriously the last person who she see her film cuts. There was this little urge she couldn't stifle every time she saw him, the camera in her hand automatically turned in his direction and snapped, seemingly if its own accord. She probably had enough candid shots of Ben to be pressed for charges as a stalker.
"Are you still upset about what happened in the library?" Ben did not consider himself at fault about that incident at all. How was he the one playing mind games when she was the one who made most of the moves on him when no one was looking, then act like a complete stranger when they were back in this hell hole commonly known as Salem High. Sure, he would flirt around with her and maybe play along with the whole thing, but that was only because that's who Ben was. He wasn't one to hide behind his emotions. Well not completely. At school, (the first few days after it happened) he tried to talk to her, only to be given the cold shoulder before he got the message. A social peasant like him didn't belong with the social princess. It just wouldn't work. Not in public at least. But that was then, this was now. For once in his life Ben was going to be serious, or as serious as he could get. (There was only so much he was willing to do. And he wasn't willing to put himself 100% on the line). "If you want an apology, then you shall get the grandest of semi grand apologies." Turning her around and holding her hand he got down on one knee. "Please accept my offering of peace with this..." He looked around for a minute before grabbing a random bottle of chemicals "...bottle of, uh, Cha-ree-lical-something and forgive me for what had happened in the library."
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"So, why'd you follow me in here anyways? You waited this long, what finally pushed you over the edge?" She asked, turning around to lean on the sink as she watched him. She was serious though... They hadn't talked in over a week, and now suddenly he was turning on the charm? He had to have some type of motive.
Ben smirked with victory, and stood up. He walked to the sink with her, and put his hands under the cool water under hers. Admit-tingly, he hands were starting to sting from whatever chemicals she had doused herself in. But it wasn't enough for him to make a huge deal out of or really care for that matter. Though, the smell of all the chemicals in the small cramped space was starting to give him a headache, and make him slightly nauseous. Once again, that could wait. Having been slightly lost in his thoughts before Jenner being Jenner pulled him out of it. "What am I here for. Now that's a good question. Maybe I just couldn't resist you in that sexy gettup today." He said, in a voice which seemed to be his serious-honest voice. Though with Ben... being Ben, it was difficult to tell. After a short pause he shrugged. "Nah, that was in part the reason."
Shutting off the tap of the water, he ran his wet hands through his hair to unnerve himself for what he was about to say only being sure of the seven words he would speak in the end. The rest he was going to wing. "Okay, so ... there's what? A month of school left for us? And a week of that will be exams, or vacation if you're excused. And then a week for Prom. So more like 2 and then there's all the graduation stuff. So basically, a month and then we're all done with this shit. No more high school bull shit to go through. So why not end it the way you want instead of the way people want it. What I'm saying is, we've been chasing each other back and forth for over a year now. We have a month left of high school, so why not end it our way instead of living by the rules. It's not like we'll get this chance again. There's nothing to lose." He took a deep breath before reciting those seven words. "Will you go to prom with me?"For once, he was serious. And there it was, Ben putting himself on the line.
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((Here I was, expecting a reply. -___- ))
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Jenner watched him, the longer her spoke the more her face became red. It's not like he'd be able to tell--the room was red lighted to begin with. It was just the way he said their history, putting it all out there? It made then sound kind of immature, not to mention her petty attitude. Most of the push-and-pull had been her fault. Not only had she randomly given him the cold shoulder, but she had led him on a lot as well--always having the intent to really be with him, then chickening out when it mattered most.
He was wrong though, she had everything to loose. Maybe he just didn't see it that way? "That wasn't very romantic." She pointed out, but she hadn't said no... Or yes. Jenner watched him carefully, trying to dictate whether this was just some sort of game--or whether he was really asking for her to give them a chance.
"I'd actually love to. On one condition?"
Ben watched her carefully, eyes searching for any indication of a response. Be that response yes or no, it would be better than this 'loud' silence. Wasn't there some song with that in it? Maybe it was a Taylor Swift song. It sure sounded familiar. And dammit, the lyrics were now playing in his head on constant repeat. I've never heard silence quite this loud. Fuck you, Taylor. This was exactly what was needed in a moment like this. Was there anything she hadn't written about? Damn you distracting thoughts. It was only when she spoke again that the thoughts vanished. On instinct, he grinned at her first comment. Not that, it being not romantic was a good thing. It just meant that he kept the promposal thing Ben-i-fied. Plus if it turned into something like a Nicolas Sparks book turned movie, that would just be freaking weird and awkward. There it was again, those stupid distracting thoughts. And of course they had to do with chick-y stuff. Damn Natalie. She always made them watch those stupid thing when she was around.
When she spoke again, he let out a sigh of relief, not having realized he was holding his breath. He rose an eyebrow, waiting for her to go on and realizing that it was his turn to speak. "Hmm, uh, yeah. What condition?" Smooth, Ben. Very smooth.
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"I'll let you know." She shrugged. The truth was, Jen wasn't entirely sure she wanted to voice her condition yet. She didn't want to ruin the moment. It didn't feel like the right time, not here. "You should probably go, I have things to do." She added, implying she couldn't do them with him there, posing as the perfect distraction.
Jen paused, realizing that might have been rude. Oops? "Or you could stay, if you really feel the need." She smirked, running a hand through her ponytail. She met his eyes, that devilish glint in her gaze shining brightly.
But don't worry, they usually appear later(: