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Loki ~ If you can dream it, you can do it
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Sep 29, 2014 06:58PM
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Alright, can you post the plot for review? And CHARRIES or jump in?
Can you? I don't really have it saved. I like to jump in.
you there
Yeah sorry, I'm on the app, so it might take a while,
I am too. Do we really need the plot?
I got it.He's the quarter back, the jock, the popular kid.Only he's not. He never hangs out with the popular kids, he has dyed black hair, and the scars and cuts are visible on his arms.
She's their class nerd. She's never failed a class, she always has her nose in her book. Beautiful behind the glasses.
They end up getting paired for a chemistry experiment and some real chemistry happens.
Cool
Jason walked through the halls in his varsity jacket, even though it definitely didn't match his black jeans and hair. It his his cuts rather well though, and his mother said he'd earned it, and should wear it. He walked over to his locker and got his stuff, a blade poking out of one of his books. This hour was chemistry. The worst subject ever.
Alex walked to her locker relaxed, she had plenty of time to get to class as she pulled out her pile consisting of three filled binders of notes, four notebooks, One agenda and six of her books to read during free work time when she finished early like usual. She lifted the pile with a grunt and plucked her pencil box out of her locker and pushed it shut with her light pink converse that went with her sweatshirt from vacation. She ran a hand through her naturally red hair in relief as she set her pile down on the desk in the front of the room.((http://wet-side-story-roleplay.wikia....)
http://images.sodahead.com/polls/0011... ))Jason walks with his meager stack off books towards his back of the room desk but the blade slips out and lands on a pretty girls stack of books. He started at it for a second before picking it up and pocketing it and looking at her. "You won't tell anyone will you?"
She looked up at him, "About what?" She asked softly, she hadn't seen it clearly, she pulled her smudged glasses off and whiped them on her sweatshirt, she puts them back on but it doesn't help, "Can you do it with your jacket?" She asked, knowing jackets like his arm usually very good for cleaning the glass.
Jason nods and smiles at her, taking the glasses and cleaning them with his sleeve. Looking at her books he says, "You got the great library on there or something? Looks like overkill to me."
She rolled her eyes, blinking a few times at the blurry blob he was, "No, I just really like reading." She said and picked down her favorite book, "This is my favorite." She stated handing him the fourth Harry Potter book,
He raised an eyebrow. "You like Harry Potter? Those ate the only big her books I've ever read. I have all the movies." He hands her her glasses back. " You look cute in glasses. "
She blushed lightly and slid her glasses back on, now clean and looked up at him, "Thanks, I guess," she said lightly and smiled slightly,
Jason smiled and nodded. "I have to get to my desk so see you around." He turns and walks to his desk as the teacher comes in
He pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, slightly confused at what had just happened, 'Did he just call me cute? Isn't he the popular guy on the football team? The jock? He has read Harry Potter?' Her mind whizzed with thoughts
The teacher died they had to do the problems on the board and picked partners for them. Jason ended up beside her. "We meet again miss librarian."
She blushed once more, "Yeah, Hi," she said softly, and then she immediately began solving the complex problems and finished quickly, putting her real pen down and picked up her book boredly. Wondering why he seemed to be so friendly, most of the jocks are really mean to her.
He took off his jacket forgetting about his scars, and copied her answers quickly. " You know, toe really useful. "
He looked over at him curiously noticing the scars, she bookmarked her book and scowled as she ran her soft small hands over the scars on his bulging bicep. "Did you do this to yourself?"
He blushed. "Err… yeah. Don't worry about it." He traced the blade inside his jeans pocket.
She bit her lip and traced the scars, "When?" She asked in a softly voice, watching him closely, rubbing her thumb over a particularly deep scar,
"Last week most recently." He looked away. Or was really embarrassing to talk about. People thought he was weak.
She paused and looked up at him, her hands resting on his bicep as she looked into his eyes, she frowned slightly, "That's not safe," she murmured.
He shrugged. "It's fine. I don't like cut into the muscle or anything. Just enough to draw blood. Deeper cutting blades are expensive."
He frowned even deeper, "You have considered it?" She asked softly, rubbing his bicep gently, she looked at him almost sadly, "I didn't think anyone did it here."
He nodded. "I have a few friends who do. We hang out sometimes, bit mostly I just sit at home"
She couldn't help but tear up as she traced his scars then looked up into his deep eyes, "Why?" She asked Softly, "Why do you self harm?"
He shrugged. "It's a release from everything. It's just you, your blood, and your blade. Nothing else."
She frowned and sighed sadly, she would now look at everyone differently, for once something had changed, it's twisted her mind slowly, making her wonder what else she missed,
She looked up at him curiously, "Can't you find an alternative to it?" She asked softly, staring at his scars gingerly,
He shrugged. "Mauve but I like it. It makes me feel better about everything."
maybe*
She looked up at him with a sigh, then turned back to her work, then a question popped into her mind, she looked back up at him slowly, "Why did you start?"
Jason felt a pang of sadness and stayed quiet. It was something he never talked about if he could afford not to.
She cocked her head then sighed realizing that could have been offensive, "I'm sorry," she murmured softly,
He shook his head. "It's ok. You didn't know. I just don't like telling people I hardly know.
She nodded and began to read, wanting to disappear.
Jason was quiet and watched her read, mostly admiring her face. It sucked. There was no way anyone was interested in him. Well besides cheerleaders and preppy girls but that wasn't who he liked. He liked different girls.
She glanced up at him with a slight smile, hoping he wasn't still angry or sad about the question, then noticed he was staring at her and blushed.
He blushed and looked away. "Sorry."
"It's okay," she said softly, her face still a bit pink as she smiled at him reassuringly,
He smiled and looked at her again. "You're very beautiful."
She blushed intensely, "Thank you," she said softly, no one had ever called her beautiful, not bad, but not pretty, especially not beautiful.
He smiled at her. "You're welcome, and it's true."
She turned an even brighter red, "What makes you think that?"
