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Yay! So... what would the plot be? ^.^
If we're going for something basic, there could be a nerdy stereotype good-girl and a popular, bad boy. The guy's grades are dropping big time and girl has to tutor him. During tutoring, the two get closer and have kind of a love/hate relationship. Cheesy,but my brain is dead :/
Izzokay! Mine too, just woke up from sleep lol. Hmm. Don't you want to mix it with a different genre? Like, horror/mystery? Just a suggestion. Because I haven't done that before =)
Yeah, we can do that >:)
Maybe the guy is involved in drug sellings, and when he meets girl, he tries to stop but accidentally gets both of them involved in some serious action.
Maybe the guy is involved in drug sellings, and when he meets girl, he tries to stop but accidentally gets both of them involved in some serious action.
Yes, yes. I always love bad guys! So they're both going to high school with the guy popular to the girls because he's a hottie/bad boy. Then the girl's popular, too. Then they first hate each other? Somehow the guy got in trouble because of his drug selling blah blah. Then the girl kinda rescues him? Whatcha think? ^.^
Ooh, yes! :)
I want the girl to be nerdy though, I love nerdy girls who end up with the bad boys:3
I want the girl to be nerdy though, I love nerdy girls who end up with the bad boys:3
Alright! No problem with that :3 Will you make your character first? Though I'm not planning to make huge character sheets, lol.
No problem:) Here she is:
Name: Kaelan Trinity Snow
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Stereotypical nerd, bubbly, sweet, meek, self conscious, obsession with Star Trek
Name: Kaelan Trinity Snow
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Stereotypical nerd, bubbly, sweet, meek, self conscious, obsession with Star Trek
Name: Damien Ian HanleyAge: 18 years old
Gender: Male
Personality: Cocky, sarcastic, flirtatious, temperamental, but is surprisingly sweet and protective once you get to know him.
Appearance:
I <3 Colton Haynes ^^
Where should we start off?
Where should we start off?
I love him, too!!!!Hmm. School perhaps? You go first :)
Kaelan stumbled into the spare classroom, books stacked sky-high in her arms. Today she was expected to tutor someone, and she hoped with all her might it wasn't the last kid she had to tutor. A shudder ran through her at the grotesque memory of his runny nose and wart-covered hands. Clumsily, Kaelan placed the science books on a clean desk and ran her hands over the covers. Being a honor student and maintaining constant A's and A+'s in all of her report cards was quite a feat, also making her the default student that teachers choose to help out the others.. Kaelan is what you would classify as a stereotype nerd, complete with the sci-fi obsession and collection of graphic novels. She brushed her neatly trimmed auburn bangs from her face, awaiting the unfortunate kid who was stuck with her for the next hour.
I wasn't supposed to be here, Damien whined to himself. He almost failed Science. Actually 'almost' was not the right word, for it was the second time he had to repeat that subject. It was his first day of tutorial and he wanted to quit already. But he sucked it all up after his father had scolded him about all the delinquency he'd been doing for the past year. He's 18 years old, but he still was in 11th grade. What a shame.He wandered the corridors before eventually finding the designated room for their 'session'. The door was open, so he assumed his tutor had already arrived before him. He just wished that his first day wouldn't be as agonizing and boring as he thought.
Stepping inside the classroom he cleared his throat to announce his presence. A somewhat annoyed but amused look crossed his face once he saw who his tutor was; Kaelan. The campus nerd.
Kaelan glanced up as she heard footsteps entering the room, dark brown eyes blinking wide. It was Damien Hanley, the school bad boy. There was no way he was here for the tutor session so she raked a hand through her long chestnut hair, a habitual gesture. He must be here to pull out a cigarette or do drugs or whatever he does in his spare time. Kaelan didn't even want to consider the possibilities. "I think you have the wrong room..." She squeaked, eyes wide in a doe-like expression. It was kind of cute, but made her face look smaller than it really was.
Kaelan got a good eyeful of the masculine form before her, a blush creeping up her neck. Now she could see what all the other girls in school had been talking about, and why they all wanted to date him. But obviously he wasn't the type to date, probably going by the hump and dump policy. She shook the thought from her head and averted her eyes from his muscular body, taking a seat near the stack of science textbooks.
Kaelan got a good eyeful of the masculine form before her, a blush creeping up her neck. Now she could see what all the other girls in school had been talking about, and why they all wanted to date him. But obviously he wasn't the type to date, probably going by the hump and dump policy. She shook the thought from her head and averted her eyes from his muscular body, taking a seat near the stack of science textbooks.
(( Gracie! Sorry late response... I didn't receive notifications :/ ))Damien's initial response was a snort, followed by smirk. Marching across the room he pulled the e-cigarette out of his pocket. He was lucky the teachers hadn't noticed his suspiciously bulky jeans pocket. That or they just chose to ignore it. Probably the latter. He had already caused so much trouble in school that he was sure the teachers had gotten used -sick- of reporting him to the principal. After all the detentions and guidance counselor meeting were no use. Damien just wouldn't stop.
"Do I seem like someone who would walk randomly in a room?" he asked Kaelan after he settled down on a chair. Earlier he wasn't really looking forward to this tutorial session. But perhaps it wasn't so bad. He had someone he could play with even just for a while.
((No problem xD))
"N-no," Kaelan stammered, eyebrows furrowing as he pulled out a cigarette. If there was one thing she hated most in the world, it was cigarettes. They were so unhealthy and reminded her too much of her father, a man constantly under the influence. In an act driven by pure courage, Kaelan batted the cigarette from Damien's fingers and watched it drop to the floor, eyes widening at what she had just done. Kaelan Snow had just hit away the one thing that everyone knew not to mess with when it came to Damien Hanley. Her eyes flickered back to his in fear, a lump stuck in her throat. "S-sorry, I really don't l-like cigarettes." She sat back in fear, half scared and half awed of what she had just done.
"N-no," Kaelan stammered, eyebrows furrowing as he pulled out a cigarette. If there was one thing she hated most in the world, it was cigarettes. They were so unhealthy and reminded her too much of her father, a man constantly under the influence. In an act driven by pure courage, Kaelan batted the cigarette from Damien's fingers and watched it drop to the floor, eyes widening at what she had just done. Kaelan Snow had just hit away the one thing that everyone knew not to mess with when it came to Damien Hanley. Her eyes flickered back to his in fear, a lump stuck in her throat. "S-sorry, I really don't l-like cigarettes." She sat back in fear, half scared and half awed of what she had just done.
Damien was taken aback by Kaelan's action, though it didn't show on his face. Aside from his parents no one had ever dared stop him with his smoking habit. Not his friends. And certainly not his past girlfriends. But instead of getting mad with Kaelan, he just kept his cool. He wasn't going to lose his composure in front of this nerd.He pretended to brush it off and said "Very well." He scooted the chair closer to her, leaning forwards and eyeing Kaelan. "So... I thought you're gonna tutor me. What are we waiting for?" Even though there was impatience in his voice, he made sure that the amusement was evident in it. Come to think of it; this was the first time he had actually gotten to talk to her. Most times girls were confident around him, almost throwing themselves whenever he's on sight. Kaelan was much fun, he thought. He wondered what his friends would say if they found out he had toyed with the school nerd.
Kaelan let out a breath of relief as he dismissed her rash actions. "Oh, um, yeah... what do you need help with the most? We can look at DNA strand compilations or bone anatomies..." She trailed off, fingers brushing the covers of the books. She had always loved to read, even non fiction. Gathering random facts used to be a sort of hobby for her, making Kaelan even more of an outcast than she already had been. She didn't mind being on her own- sometimes she even preferred it. Nobody dared to even talk to her, because doing so would lead to social suicide. She glanced back at Damien, brown eyes still a little wide with apprehension. Kaelan had heard vicious rumours about street fighting, drug selling and leaving girls heartbroken, but she knew better than to trust rumours.
Damien lost interest with their tiutorial session once Kaelan started talking nerdy. It was like a foreign language he couldn't understand.As he leaned backwards he stretched his arms, his muscles rippling under the fabric of his shirt due to his motion. Damien yawned, clearly showing his boredom. "You know what, why don't we just do something else?" he suggested. "I mean, aren't you getting bored? You're studying for, what, 10 hours a day? Give yourself a break girl."
Kaelan's eyebrows furrowed at his words. "I can't take a break. People are depending on my study, thank you very much." She retorted, wrenching a book from the pile and opening it next to Damien. Tutoring him was like trying to defeat Yoda. Pointless. As long as she got through the next hour, she would have the extra credit she needed to get a perfect score in science. Her nails traced a labelled diagram of the average human DNA strand and named the parts, eyes flickering back to Damien every now and then.
Damien wasn't really listening as Kaelan started babbling. What was she saying? he thought to himself. Half of her words sounded alien. Had he really been this dumb for the past year? He had taken Science for all of his life and yet nothing of this all made sense. Or perhaps it was the effect of the drugs he had been taking these past few months. His brain was becoming dead."Wait, wait, wait..." he interrupted Kaelan in the middle of her sentence. "I didn't catch that, what is it again? DNA sequence? And how about that, chromosomes? Explain it again," he commanded her as if he were her boss.
Kaelan glared at him, wondering what the hell he did in class. It wasn't that hard to sit down and listen to the teacher talk about two etching that may depict your future career. Of course, Damien would find some way to screw up his life. "DNA sequencing is the sequence or primary structure of a nucleic acid is the exact specification of its atomic composition and the chemical bonds connecting... You're not listening, are you?" She asked, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. If he wasn't going to pay attention, he shouldn't have come along in the first place.
Damien tried to hide the smirk forming across his lips once again, but failed miserably. The smirk then turned into laughter when he noticed the frustrated look plastered on Kaelan's face. He knew he was a pain in the ass, and he had always loved seeing how his attitude affected people.Instead of answering her question about whether he's listening or not, Damien just shut the book close and took it from Kaelan. He laid it down the pile of her other books. Standing up in front of her, he crossed his arms and stared at her with an amazed expression. "You sound so much like a professional teacher," he commented. Then an idea popped into his head. "Why don't we continue our tutorial session in... say, my house?"
Kaelan's eyes flew open, the same doe expression plastering her face. "Y-your house?" She stuttered, starting to burn up at their close proximity. She had never been to a guys house. Hell, she had only been to a friends house once before then they realized what a freak she was. The words clouded het mind, a huge lump stuck in her throat. What if he was going to drag her to some abandoned parking lot and give her to a serial killer. Kaelan wished she could say she was scared of Damien, but that simply wasn't the case.
((I'll be off for the next 3 hours because of I'm getting on a flight:))
((Alright! Safe flight, Gracie ^.^ And oh... I'm typing my response now :))
At this point Damien just couldn't stop. He could go on forever, and he wouldn't get tired fooling around Kaelan. Who knew someone this genius could be so ignorant? He felt her distrust resonating in the air as he offered his house for their tutorial session. He never really invited random people in his house, not even his past girlfriends. There was no real reason for him to do so. He had always avoided attachments, and he wasn't actually planning to get attached to her. Just a show. That's all. He liked to see his friends' reaction to this latest trick of his.
"C'mon on now, it's boring in here. Besides I want my dad to see how I'm doing. You know... showing off." He tapped his foot as he waited for a reply, before adding "My mom can cook something for us, if you're hungry." If Kaelan knew Damien very well, she might have laughed at what he's telling her.
((Back! xD))
Kaelan narrowed her eyes at Damien, unsure of what to do. He didn't seem like the sort of person to have supportive parents, but she knew better than to judge a book by it's cover. "Fine. If I come with you to your house and let me tutor you, you will listen to me and tell Mr Winchester that I deserve extra credit." She responded, folding her arms stubbornly across her chest. She wasn't an idiot- she knew Damien had something sinister plotted in his mind, but as long as he got her extra credit, she was good.
Kaelan narrowed her eyes at Damien, unsure of what to do. He didn't seem like the sort of person to have supportive parents, but she knew better than to judge a book by it's cover. "Fine. If I come with you to your house and let me tutor you, you will listen to me and tell Mr Winchester that I deserve extra credit." She responded, folding her arms stubbornly across her chest. She wasn't an idiot- she knew Damien had something sinister plotted in his mind, but as long as he got her extra credit, she was good.
((Sorry, late response!))"Deal," Damien said almost immediately. "You'll get your extra credit. Shall we go, then?" He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he waited for Kaelan to move, who he thought seemed reluctant to all of this. He couldn't blame her. He was known for his reputations. But what challenged him most was that she was not backing up from him just as most other people were. At least those afraid of him. He could see the resilience in her. And that's what kept him going. Damien wanted to know how long Kaelan could tolerate him.
((No problem xD))
Kaelan huffed, knowing that this was a really bad idea, but she needed that extra credit. Not to mention that she had a strange urge to prove Damien wrong. She copied his movements, putting on both straps of the back then restacking the pile of books high in her arms, head barely visible. She maneuvered her way through the chairs and up to Damien, who had a tell-tale smirk on his face directed at her. Annoyed, Kaelan brushed past him then glanced back, eyes narrowed. "I am not afraid of you, Hanley." She spoke firmly, knowing on the inside that her words were an outright lie. Well, it wasn't really Damien that scared her, it was more the things that he was involved in did.
Kaelan huffed, knowing that this was a really bad idea, but she needed that extra credit. Not to mention that she had a strange urge to prove Damien wrong. She copied his movements, putting on both straps of the back then restacking the pile of books high in her arms, head barely visible. She maneuvered her way through the chairs and up to Damien, who had a tell-tale smirk on his face directed at her. Annoyed, Kaelan brushed past him then glanced back, eyes narrowed. "I am not afraid of you, Hanley." She spoke firmly, knowing on the inside that her words were an outright lie. Well, it wasn't really Damien that scared her, it was more the things that he was involved in did.
Damien sniggered at Kaelan's words, having an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction and utter amusement. He loved a good challenge. And not once did he think that he would get it from this nerd.He let Kaelan walk ahead of him, keeping his distance close so that his next statement wouldn't go disregarded. "Then I'll make you." His tone was not of pure warning, but somewhat a challenge to her and to himself as well. It wasn't difficult to have people fear him. And he doubted it would be a different case with Kaelan.
(( Hey Gracie, sorry if my responses are not that long. I'm on my phone :/ And is Damien bad boy enough? Haha. I suck at playing bad guys really. ))
((It's okay:) Damien is perfect ;) Trust me, you are fine^^))
Kaelan kept walking, a bit slow and jerky with the pile of books in her hands. With Damien's words, a few tumbled off the top, followed by the rest. She muttered a few obscenities then kneeled down to gather them up. "Good luck with that, Damien." She retorted, angry at herself for dropping the books in front of him. Kaelan pushed back her bangs furiously, revealing the fading bruise on her forehead. She let the thick hair fall back into place,slamming the books down, one on top of the other. Where was all this confidence coming from?! All of a sudden, she had felt stubborn and reckless, all because of the presence of some guy?
Kaelan kept walking, a bit slow and jerky with the pile of books in her hands. With Damien's words, a few tumbled off the top, followed by the rest. She muttered a few obscenities then kneeled down to gather them up. "Good luck with that, Damien." She retorted, angry at herself for dropping the books in front of him. Kaelan pushed back her bangs furiously, revealing the fading bruise on her forehead. She let the thick hair fall back into place,slamming the books down, one on top of the other. Where was all this confidence coming from?! All of a sudden, she had felt stubborn and reckless, all because of the presence of some guy?
((Aww, thanks ^.^))Damien, being the gentleman that he was not, strolled past her without glancing back. Not even offering his help in picking up the books scattered across the floor. He just snorted and resumed his swagger along the corridor. Pulling another cigarette out of his pocket, he lit it immediately before Kaelan could have a chance of slapping it out of his hand. And besides, with all the books she carried, it would be impossible for her to do so. "Hey, faster!" he called back to her.
Kaelan glared at him as he strolled by her, unhelpful as expected. Deflated after her previous outburst, Kaelan returned to her usual quiet self and didn't reply, lifting the books and jogging after Damien. What she would do for extra credit had no limits. She wondered if being dragged off with him was worth it, but then remembering her father's drunken fury when she had gotten a 'B' for Mathematics on her report card snapped her back into reality. Her ponytail was coming undone, a few chestnut strands framing her face and glasses. Normally she would wear contact lenses, but today she had been lazy.
Damien finished off his cigarette once they reached the parking lot. He stole a glance behind him to see if Kaelan's following, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a smirk as he watched her almost stumble under the weight of her belongings. Hooking his finger he fished the key out of his pocket and tossed it in the air before catching it, the sound of jingle ringing as it landed on his palm. When Kaelan's right beside him, he asked her with a devious grin "Have you ever had a motor ride before?"
Kaelan gaped, eyes wide in distress. "Motor as in... motorcycle?" She asked in horror, remembering all the movies she had seen starring motorcycles, not to mention how unstable they were. Motorcycles equalled bad in her book. "I c-can't ride one, the books are too heavy..." She stuttered, staring at the giant silver beast. It was quite sleek, but reminded her strangely of a panther. Beautiful but deadly.
Shaking his head, Damien unslung his backpack and placed it on top of his motor's seat. He zipped it open and revealed the almost empty compartments. "Nah, the books aren't a problem." Taking three of the books, Damien shoved it inside the bag. There was still room for one more so he hauled the thinnest inside before zipping it close.The thing about Damien was that if he decided on something, then no amount of reasoning would make him stop. Not so many people were able to forced him into something. Or forced him out of something. So Kaelan was going to ride with him whether she liked it or not.
He gave his helmet to Kaelan before positioning himself on his motor, his bag slung in front of him. Then he said "You wear that." Then he motioned for her to hop in.
Kaelan chewed on her lip, conflicted as to what to do. She did still want to prove to Damien that she wasn't the weird nerd that everyone thought she was and that she can handle a little excitement in her life. Relenting, she grabbed the helmet from his grasp and took off the hair tie holding her hair together. The long chestnut curls spilled down her shoulders, giving her a pretty look she normally didn't possess. Kaelan slipped on the helmet after removing her glasses, blinking a few times then popping them into her backpack. She swung a foot over the big machine, hands lying tentatively on Damien's shoulders as she straddled the seat. Their proximity was choking, and Kaelan had never done something this reckless in her whole life. If her father found out what she was doing, he would probably kill her. Literally.
Damien noticed one of his friends inside his car, pulling out of the parking lot. He pressed the honk to alert him of his presence. His friend poked his head out the window, gave him a salute, then squinted his eyes to recognise who's the girl riding with Damien. He just smiled and nodded at him, but with a meaning of 'Tell you later.'He turned his attention back to Kaelan, whirling his head a little to the left. Damien could feel Kaelan's fear with her unwillingness and reluctance. The light touch on his shoulder was with a slight tremble. He smirked, a known trademark of his, and said "I suggest you wrap those hands around my waist if you still want to live." He jammed the key to ignition and spun it to on. After a moment it roared to life as he twisted the handle, gripping it tightly. "And try not to scream." With a jolt they sped off the campus, and into the busy streets of Manhattan.
When Damien sped off without hesitance, Kaelan let out a small scream. She snaked her arms around his waist, burying her face against his muscled back. Though she wouldn't admit it, she enjoyed the position and it reminded her of a romance that would probably never be hers. After all, what guy in his right mind would date a girl like her? She pushed the thought away, trying to ignore the scary feel of adrenaline rushing through her veins and wind whipping her hair in her face. She squeezed Damien tighter, afraid that if she let go, she would fall off the bike and have her body smashed against the tarmac like a fly squished by a swatter.
Damien smiled at the sound of Kaelan screaming, the dimple on his left cheek surfacing. He had always loved hearing girls scream, especially when they're with him. The things he could make girls do. Was he really that influential? Damien just shook his head as focused his eyes on the road, wind whipping through his face. They were going 120 kph. It wasn't his fastest, but he decided to slow down a bit for the sake of Kaelan. Wow. Was he really thinking about her safety?As they accelerated down the streets, Damien would honk his horn every once in a while for fun, startling pedestrians and other vehicles alike. Changing lanes abruptly. Driving past red lights. Not once did the cops notice him.
As the two roared down the street, they finally came to a stop and Kaelan literally crawled off the machine. She was disoriented and feeling slightly nauseous, so laying on the ground she took a few huge breaths. "Please... never let me get on that thing again." She whispered, eyes wide and blinking. She took off the helmet and put it on the ground a few feet away from her, pushing down the crazy strands of hair. Kaelan didn't mind her hair- she'd say it's probably her best feature. When she finally calmed down, Kaelan glanced up at the masculine boy before her expectantly.
Damien let out a short laugh once he laid his eyes on the mess that was Kaelan. Crossing his arms, he stared down at her with his turquoise eyes. At this position Kaelan must not have noticed them vividly, but it was one of his best features. "I'll give you a moment," he said in a nonchalant voice. He just stood there, his well-built physique casting shadows over Kaelan. After a while he added "So... what happened to 'try not to scream'?"
Kaelan was breathless, mostly because of her fading shock but also because of the beauty and depth of his eyes. Their aquamarine depths spoke of hidden truths that she wanted to dive and search for- snap out of it! She scolded herself, rising from the ground shakily. "Can we just study now?" She asked softly, eyes shed downcast. All of her earlier confidence and bravado had faded back into her usual personality, shy and quiet. It was the way she preferred to be, but for some reason Damien brought out the hidden side of her that nobody else had seen.
Damien noticed Kaelan's struggles within her and wondered what this nerd was thinking at the moment. But without her eyeglasses he couldn't really call her a nerd. Somehow she looked so normal, far from the girl most students walked away from. In fact he just realized that she was beautiful. No, not beautiful. But pretty. The word pretty suited her best. Beautiful is for confident girls, in his opinion. Damien liked to define pretty as more delicate. Yes. Kaelan was pretty indeed.Shrugging casually, Damien grabbed his backpack and took it unceremoniously. Even though his arms were strong and muscled, the weight of the books inside still surprised him. "How the hell do you manage to carry these everyday?" he asked Kaelan.
"You get used to it. Besides, I don't really have a choice." She muttered, trailing Damien's footsteps. She looked up at him, surreptitiously watching his muscles ripple underneath the tight shirt as he lifted the heavy load. You couldn't help but stare at someone like Damien- he looked like he walked straight out of a Hollister poster! Chewing on her lip, Kaelan treaded lightly next to Damien but kept a safe distance. She didn't want to give him another reason to tease her.
((Gotta go Gracie! My reply tomorrow ~))
