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Post by shellyness on Aug 5, 2007 20:50:33 GMT -5
Detention?! The word just seemed foul even running across her pretty lips. Girls like her didn't GET detention. Surely her mother would scorn her if she ever found out about it. But thankfully, she couldn't. So all was well.
"Detention, Miss Phillips."
"But it's not fair," Courtney said, pouting her lips, her thin browns furrowing lightly. "*I* didn't do anything." She crossed her arms over her chest and crossed her legs over one another as well. "Perhaps you're seeing things, Mrs. Hether." Of course;; this was probably the wrong thing to say.
"Report to the detention hall. NOW, Miss Phillips."
Courtney tossed her silvery hair behind her shoulder and stood up, grabbing her books and her purse. "Fine, if you insist," she said, smiling sweetly. "I never liked this class anyway." She paused for a moment before venturing in a sweet voice, "Or you, Mrs. Hether." She heard a ripple of laughter and giggles as she closed the door behind her with a ghostly smirk. Courtney made her way to the Detention Hall, the usual arrogant bounce on her step there as always. She entered the room, finding it unusually empty. Odd. There was always some moronic idiot trying to be the class-clown and only landing themselves in trouble. Ah well, better for her, she supposed. She picked a desk closest to the door, and sat there for a few minutes, sometimes casually glancing down at her nails, or groping around her purse to see if she could do anything interesting. Nothing, of course. Except her cell phone, but there was never any reception around the school.
"Ugh, damn this," Courtney said in a frustrated tone, curling a blonde strand around her index finger. Boredom, boredom, boredom.
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Post by Darren van der Wood on Aug 7, 2007 9:55:48 GMT -5
Detention. What bullshit. Could they actually give you detention for falling asleep in class? Darren really didn't think so. He was tired, he hadn't had his coffee, and his hands were shaking. He needed a cigarette. Or maybe he needed to play the drums or something. He just needed to m-o-v-e. Darren's red converse high-tops were dusty from playing soccer outisde on the dry earth. You could hardly tell the shoes were red anymore; they seemed to be a dull mulberry color, but Darren didn't mind. He never really cared much for clothing, much to the dismay of girls who wanted to be friends with him just because he was gay. Now there was some real bullshit. He let an exasperate sigh escape his throat. He took another step forward and noticed that he'd ripped off a string of denim from the ankles of his slightly-too-long-in-a-slouchy-cool-way jeans. The bottom hem was all frayed, but it went along with his dusty I-wish-I-were-badass image. He deserved extra points today, though, because he'd actually taken the time to find a clean shirt with something written on it, an Army shirt he'd gotten free for calling that damn Go Army number. He really just wanted the shirt, even though he was totally opposed to the military and all of that. That's why he wore it inside-out, almost defeating the purpose entirely. He did remember a jacket today, though, as warm as it was. It was a pinstriped suit jacket, very cool and very indie, and looked very well with his fitted jeans. Darren didn't like wearing baggy jeans. He wasn't a gangster and didn't need to look like one, except for the part where he wore his jeans too low and his boxers too high, but that wasn't gangster, that was just badass. He let another sigh escape his dry throat. He was thirsty. But suffering was badass, and so was detention, adn that was where he was supposed to be. Upon finally reaching the door, Darren pushed it open. Empty. Interesting. Usually it was full of gangsters and people caught skipping school or writing stuff on the bathroom walls. Darren never understood the concept of that. I mean, some of it was really funny, like the "fuck list" that he'd come across a few days ago, where people would write things that they hated, but some smartass had gone and written a lot of girls' names on it, much to the dismay of Darren. The cleverness was gone, thanks to some senseless asshole. He gazed around the room. Nobody to talk to. The teacher supervisor was asleep. Why didn't she get detention for that? Well, she was already in there, if that's even a reason. Darren slapped the referral sheet on her desk, then went to go take a seat in the back. That's where the badass kids sat. Even though Darren had nobody to show off to, it was still cool to sit back there. And if Darren thought he was cool, then he was. That was all that counted. Yeah, right.
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Post by shellyness on Aug 7, 2007 15:18:04 GMT -5
This was rather uneventful, now, wasn't it? She was beginning to hope that someone else would land themselves in here so Courtney had a form of entertainment. Clearly, that was not the case. She moved her slender, long fingers over her pale hair, making sure not one hair was out of place. Vanity at it's finest, if you would like to say. To add on to more of this description, Courtney took a mirror out of her purse and gazed at herself in it. No flaws, thank goodness. But then again, there was the saying, "The most beautiful things are the most worthless." She rather disagreed with this statement, but admitted she was not so beautiful inside. Scornful, stubborn, and cold was what she truly was. She put her mirror back inside and jumped lightly when the door opened. Courtney glanced over her shoulder, not wanting to give the person the impression that she was glad she was not alone. She turned her head back to the general direction she was facing, a few thoughts running through her head. Okay, so the person seemed to be a senior, she was certain she had seen him around. But why did he NOT acknowlede her presence? Or had he not seen her?
Impossible, Courtney stuck out like a sore thumb! She was like a rainbow in a gray, dull day. (Or so she thought. Thats really just her conceited-ness talking.) No one ignored Courtney Phillips! She glanced down at her rhine-stoned heels. They seemed to make her taller than she really was. And more intimidating too. She stood up gracefully before angrily walking over to the boy. He wasn't so far away, being in the back of the room as well. "Who're you?" she asked in a demanding voice. What she really had wanted to ask was, "Why haven't you given *me* your attention!?"
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Post by Darren van der Wood on Aug 7, 2007 16:13:31 GMT -5
Detention had really turned out to be nothing more than a boring shit-fest of boring shit. Darren had already done everything you were supposed to do when you were bored: drummed his fingers on the desk, wrote mindless emo poetry on the desk, brought out the still-unsolved Rubik's cube, and even started his math homework, before he realized how stupid an idea that really was. Math was sickening, and he hated it. He only tried to learn math because he knew it would help him where he really shined: science. Honestly, he didn't know how math would help him there, since he was more of a life biology type of guy than a chemistry buff, but he figured he should pay attention to his college advisors because they knew best or something. He was just about to fall asleep again when some chick walked up to him and demanded to know who he was. "Who're you?" she asked accusingly, as if he didn't belong there or something. He thought of showing her his referral sheet, but he'd already given it to the teacher. She seemed angry about something. He debated giving her a fake name, but that'd be silly. He really didn't have anything to hide, so there was no reason for him to make it sound like he did. "Well, my name's Darren. Darren van der Wood," he mumbled. He really didn't like telling people his last name, because of how famous his family was and everything. He thought it was kind of ridiculous how they got so much attention for all being so smart, when he knew there was no way he could measure up to it. "Why do you ask?" he added after pondering this. People just didn't come up to you and ask you your name, did they? Well, apparantly some people did. But that was ok with him, as long as they weren't going to slap him or cut off his head or something. That'd be no fun. He stretched, hardly daring to take his eyes off the girl in case she got mad. After returning to his original position, he gave her a quick once-over without making it too obvious that he was gawking. Rhinestone heels. Rhinestone heels, what the hell? Darren didn't even know they made those, but he wasn't so big into fashion so maybe that wasn't a bad thing. She certainly was pretty, but Darren tended not to notice that kind of thing, except in the case of whoever this girl was. She looked nice. But she wasn't really his type. Ha. Ha ha. Come on, laugh.
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Post by shellyness on Aug 7, 2007 19:22:00 GMT -5
"Why do you ask?"
"Curiousity," Courtney replied, giving him a questioning look. She moved back to her original seat, but kept her eyes on him. So he WAS a senior, she had heard his name somewhere. She never really payed attention to most of the lower-classmen, of course, Zia and a few other people was another story. With Zia, she had known her since birth. Literally. Their mother's had been best friends since who-knows-when, so naturally the daughters would've become friends as well. Anyway, moving on. She smirked in satisfaction as the boy stretched, without taking his eyes off of her. -That- was how she liked to be treated. And that is always how she is -going- to be treated. Call her demanding, but that's just the way she is. "I'm Courtney. Courtney Phillips, in case you didn't know." She was hoping he did, of course, since most people knew her.
"So how did you land here?"
[Sorry, sucky post. =/ I've got writers block.]
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Post by Darren van der Wood on Aug 8, 2007 8:45:40 GMT -5
"I'm Courtney, Courtney Phillips in case you didn't know." Well, that was certainly good, because Darren certainly didn't know. He figured with that tone of voice he was supposed to, but you can't really change the past, now, can you? And besides, he knew her now, if that'd what you wanted to call it. "So how did you land here?" Oh, what an embarassing question. Darren really didn't like to ponder how he'd managed to get himself there because, well, it was a really dumb reason. He thought for a moment to lie and say he'd set something on fire, or maybe he got caught smoking hash in the bathroom, but the girl, Courtney, hadn't lied to him as far as he knew so he really had no reason to lie to her. He really just wanted a cigarette. After realizing that he'd been taking forever to come up with an answer and how awkward it was becoming, he finally swallowed his pride and produced an answer: "I fell asleep in class." He chuckled nervously. Darren hated being or feeling dumb around other people. "What about you?" he asked, wondering if it was the right question. It was only fair that she tell him now that he told her, but maybe you weren't supposed to ask someone that or something...Darren knew nothing about social ediquette.
[gah, no muse, sorry. it's too early to make a proper post.]
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