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Sayor followed him down the hall, and was surprised no one bumped into them...it was almost like they were avoided. It certianally wasn't because of Sayor...maybe Kegan was just more popular than she orginally thought. The warm sun beat down on her, and it felt great. Sayor had always loved being outside. Especially since she wasn't often. Sayor grinned as they walked into the room and Kegan announced she was sitting by him. Sayor sat down next to him, setting her heavy bag down with a loud thump. She could feel everyones gaze on her...and she knew it wasn't a good thing. "Why are they staring?" She muttered to him, her voice low enough that only he could hear. She had been stared at before...and it was awful. She had been stared at because well...she was bald, and because she survived cancer twice, and everyone knew. She hated being judged before people knew her. It hurt.
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Sayor followed him down the hall, and was surprised no one bumped into them...it was almost like they were avoided. It certianally wasn't because of Sayor...maybe Kegan was just more popular than she orginally thought. The warm sun beat down on her, and it felt great. Sayor had always loved being outside. Especially since she wasn't often. Sayor grinned as they walked into the room and Kegan announced she was sitting by him. Sayor sat down next to him, setting her heavy bag down with a loud thump. She could feel everyones gaze on her...and she knew it wasn't a good thing. "Why are they staring?" She muttered to him, her voice low enough that only he could hear. She had been stared at before...and it was awful. She had been stared at because well...she was bald, and because she survived cancer twice, and everyone knew. She hated being judged before people knew her. It hurt.
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Nathaniel sunk into his lab seat, his arms crossed over his chest with a frown. He had been gone for two weeks, taking in work in packets at home to makeup the classes while he tried to cope with his loss. It was his first day back at school, and nothing seemed the same anymore. His heart ached for sayor, his one true love. She was gone, and he didnt even say goodbye properly. Nathan was early today, science being his first class. He rested his forehead on the cool black desk, his arms covering his head as he tried not to cry. It's why he hated spare time, it gave him time to think. Thinking always led to sayor, which led to crying. He breathed softly, not caring what anybody said about him. His hair that had always been freshly gelled every morning, was a bed headed mess, and his clothes were rumpled and wrinkled. He wore baggy sweatpants, a tshirt, and a beanie, a odd choice for the usually neatly dressed Nathan. He wasn't the same anymore.
Sabrina clutched her binder to her chest and walked into science. After her big blow up with Crew she was different. She had thought that he was the one but it turned out that he was just like all the other guys. Travis had been livid when he found out about their fight. Sabrina convinced him not to do anything since he was moving anyways. There was only a few students in the class and she spotted an empty desk all the way in the back. There was someone back there already but at this point she didn't care. She just wanted to go unnoticed for once in her life.
Nathaniel was brewing in his misery when the seat beside him shifted, an air of perfume hitting him like bricks. He lifted his groggy head, glaring at the girl. Why did she have to sit next to him? There were still plenty of seats available. Everyone in the entire school knew about his girlfriends death, and they gave himself condolences and kept their space. He moved his chair to face away from the girl, savannah? And faced towards the wall, his head down.
Sabrina narrowed her eyes when the guy lifted his head. She recognized him. Of course she did. Everyone knew about the girl that die of cancer and her heartbroken boyfriend but that didn't give him the right to glare at everyone. Yeah life sucks but you move on. Look what she was dealing with with the Crew situation. Sure his girlfriend dying was worse and she was sorry to hear about it but she didn't want to be glared at for sitting next to him. She sat down with a huff and pulled out her notebook from her binder.
As the bell rang sharply and the students cluttered into their desks, the teacher began taking roll loudly. When his name was called, Nathan sat up with a feeble 'Here', before setting up his desk. He had to preoccupy himself. Nathan propped his backpack on his lap, taking out a prncil and sharpening it obsessively. He couldn't focus anymore, pay attention, keep his thoughts away from sayor. It wasn't fair for her to die so soon! Nathan shrugged his hoodie up on his head, his sullen face accompanied by fallen blue eyes. Now that he had changed completely, people noticed him more now. As the sad kid. And he hated it. He hated everyone.
As the class progressed the guy, Nathaniel, kept fidgeting. Every time he would settle down and she thought she would finally have a moment to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, he would start up again. Sabrina clenched her pencil in her hand so tightly, she heard the wood creaking. "Would you stop." She hissed, glaring over at him. Ever since Crew left she had started paying attention in her classes more and she couldn't do that with him fidgeting next to her the whole time.
Nathaniel's head snapped to the girl beside him, her angry grip on her pencil and a deadly glare boring into his eyes irking him slightly. "What's your problem? I didn't ask you to sit here," he snapped, huffing as he scoot his chair in close to the desk. He finally had found his speacial pencil, one of Sayors. Chewing slowly on his gum, tracing a heart with Sayors name and death date on his desk. Nathaniel scraped up at the plastic coating on the desk, leaving an indent carving on his desk. He immersed himself into carving, nt lettin his attentions stray.((He's gonna have a break down))
Nathaniel's head snapped to the girl beside him, her angry grip on her pencil and a deadly glare boring into his eyes irking him slightly. "What's your problem? I didn't ask you to sit here," he snapped, huffing as he scoot his chair in close to the desk. He finally had found his speacial pencil, one of Sayors. Chewing slowly on his gum, tracing a heart with Sayors name and death date on his desk. Nathaniel scraped up at the plastic coating on the desk, leaving an indent carving on his desk. He immersed himself into carving, nt lettin his attentions stray.((He's gonna have a break down))
Sabrina felt like screaming. "Even if it wasn't me sitting here next to you someone else would be. I'm asking you nicely to stop fidgeting." She said trying to keep calm. She wasn't going to be a bitch to the guy that jut lost his girlfriend. She wasn't. But it was just so damn hard. After dealing with her own problems she didn't want to have to deal with someone else's too.
Nathaniel rolled his eyes, silent as he carved the last of the heart out of the table. Almost done. Then he'd carve deeper, until he broke the table. "Whatever," he rolled his yes, when the teacher announced a group project of three. And it would be table partners. The third spot was empty, so it was just him and Sabrina. Groan. "I'll work by myself," he murmured softly.
Crap. Of course she had to work with someone who already hated her even though she barely said two words to him. Sabrina turned her chair towards him and narrowed her eyes. "I'm not going to fail because you refuse to work with someone. It's supposed to be a group project and it damn will be a group project." She said pulling out her book and opening it to the page the teacher indicated.
Nathan turned sharply back to the girl, annoyed immensely. "Are you serious? You can have your own group. You can do it by yourself," he snapped. He was the smartest kid in the class before Sayors death, and now his grades were down to B's and C's. "leave me alone, please," he said exasperated, his breathing a bit labored as he thought about sayor. He would have worked with her. If only she was here again...
Sabrina slammed a hand down on her book. "Look I'm sorry about what happened to you. I'm sorry. It sucks I know. It shouldn't have happened to her but you can't go around being an ass to everyone. She wouldn't want you acting this way." She said more softly. She don't want to come across as a bitch but school work and cheer were all she had left after Crew moved. She couldn't lose that or she would lose her sanity.
Nathan's mouth dropped in shock, a few people warily watching their discussion gasping. He couldn't believe shed say something like that, so soon. Tears pricked in Nathaniel's eyes as he stood up, knocking his hair back abruptly. "Sorry if I have feelings," he snapped, running from the room with tears streaming down his face. She wouldn't want you acting this way, echoed in his ears as he turned the hall, the warm air mugging his senses. What was her problem? Did she not have any sensitivity? He was pretty sure e had been nice to her throughout the school years, occasionally holding a door open for her for class or something.
Sabrina felt the stared on her and Nathaniel. "What are you looking at?" She snapped at them. She snapped her book shut and walked out the door after him. She was a horrible horrible person. What he had gone through was worse than she had. What was wrong with her? She had been one of the nicer cheerleaders and now she was acting exactly how people stereotyped her. She heard faint footsteps down the hallway and quickened her pace.
Nathaniel had stopped at the water fountain, gripping the edges of the metal tightly as his tears fell into the drain. He felt so miserable, so awful. Why'd she have to say such thing? And now sayor was gone, and he wouldn't eve able to cry to her. "I miss you...!" He whispered with shaking shoulders, Sayors laughing, smiling fce flashing across his face. He heard footsteps behind him, and whirled around to see the girl. He wiped his face angrily, scowling. "What, come to make fun of me now?" He demanded.
Sabrina's steps slowed when she saw him leaning over the water fountain. She was apprehensive now about approaching him now but wasn't given the chance to back away before he whirled towards her, anger written on his face. Sabrina swallowed. "No." She said softly. "I came to say sorry. I was a bitch and you don't deserve that right now. No matter how much I'm hurting from my problems yours are worse. I never used to be this person you know..." She trailed off.
Nathaniel's face softened slightly, te anger still slightly existent. "Well... Sorry, for being so snappy," he apologized, avoiding the girls eyes. She was apologizing, but was it sincere? Was se only saying it so he wouldn't be so distraught? He wiped his face with the back of his hand, breathing softly as he stared down at the girls feet. Nathan wanted to leave school, to never go back to class. "You should go," he said a bit forcibly, wanting to be left alone in his misery.
Sabrina laughed hollowly. "It happens to the best of us." She said, brushing off his apology. She took in his miserable appearance and the sadness etched on his face. "You may not want to hear it but part of what I said was true. You shouldn't mourn forever. She would want you to be happy." She stood there silently for a moment before honoring his wishes and walking back in the direction of their science class. She realized that she should take her own advice. She needed to get over what happened between her and Crew. It would only hold her back and she needed to move forward or she would be miserable forever.
Nathaniel glared after the girl, hating her guts for trying to correct his ways. It wasnt fair, she didnt know what a lost girlfriend was like. It wast fair. "It's easy for you to say," he said coldly, gritting his teeth as she left. Sayors thoughts flooded back to him, threatening to make him cry again.((We could ff to when he comes back in))
((Okay!))Sabrina didn't turn around when his voice floated after her. It wasn't like he knew her problems and if she could help it no one ever would. She walked back into the classroom, the teacher giving her a look that she ignored, and made her way back to her seat. She didn't think that Nathaniel would be coming back so she pulled out her book again and tried to work on the project by herself, ignoring the stares from the other students.
Nathaniel rentered the class thirty minutes later, having bawled his eyes out the third time that day. His head pounded and his face felt highly warm, the beanie having been ripped off his head in frustration. Nathan plopped back into his seat, ignoring the girl again. She hadnt been very nice to him, at least in his opinion. Nathan didnt even bother with his projects his head down.
Sabrina glanced up when he entered the room again. Surprising. SHe hadnt expected him to show up again at all. She thought that maybe he would offer to help her with the project but it seemed he didn't care to. Sabrina huffed angrily and flipped another page of her book. "You know nothing about me." She whispered angrily. "You don't know what I have and haven't been through." She said in reply to his earlier comment in the hallway.
((Mind if I have Nathaniel rp with someone else? I found another character! :D))
Normally in these hallways that connected the innermost classrooms to outside, you would be pushed and shoved and tossed about. Not the football kids. Espeacially not kegan. With his new interest in tow, a path opened up to him as he walked with ease towards the doors. Warm sunlight best down on them, despite it being the end of August. He led the way towards the English building, passing by friends and past flirts. Kegan glared at some unknowing freshman who had jostled him off the curb into the planters, but decided against telling him off when he remembered sayor. Shaking his head, he held the door open to their English class, which was directly connected by a door to the outdoors, and followed her inside. "Sayors sitting by me," kegan announced, as this class was free seating. He led her over to his usual back corner spot, waving off te cluster of cheerleaders that always gathered there. They were out of his "it" club. A few students whispered and pointed in disgust at sayor, stopping immediately when kegan hatefully glared at them.