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Post by Chip on Aug 5, 2014 1:41:41 GMT
“Not if you keep calling me a cry baby!” Stan pointed out, though this time the offense was completely gone and he didn’t seem to care anymore. He felt like he’d won against Tony even if he’d been the one to walk away, even if he was older, and even if he had received a bruised nose because of the guy. When she told him not to be sentimental he stuck out his tongue at her.
“How about you make me stop, then! I’m a pretty sentimental person, wouldn’t my best friend know that?” He teased, even though he really wasn’t that sentimental. Clingy, yes, but he wasn’t that sentimental. If it wasn’t about the current him he didn’t really care too much. And this whole situation was about the current him. Scout was currently his closest friend and he didn’t want that to change.
When she suddenly moved to pin him to the wall Stan was surprised only for a second and followed her back, his arms falling from their positions at his sides. He glanced first at her hands and then back at Scout, the smirk on his face growing at her innocent little taunt.
“I thought you were going to take me to the locker room before you started making moves on me.” Stan said, lifting one hand up to remove one of the hands pinning him. He slid his fingers through hers and pulled her towards him with the same roughness she'd given him. Their faces were even closer now, their lips almost brushing. he took care not to let her nose hit his by tilting his head slightly to the left as he spoke. “But I don’t think the girls’ bathroom is the best place to show you what a great sex god I am. I know, it’s tragic really, but my actions would be pretty limited here. Don't you agree?”
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Post by Becca on Aug 5, 2014 1:54:50 GMT
“Aw, now the crybaby is going to cry about being called a crybaby?” Scout teased, beaming up at him. Her eyes briefly moved to his bruised nose which she felt would only better his bad boy rep in the school hallways. He had certainly taken the hit like a champ which was admirable in her book.
Scout smirked, bending her leg and lifting it slightly so her knee started to rise between his legs. “And how am I supposed to make you? I guess I know a few ways to shut that pretty little mouth of yours,” she replied with a giggle as she continued to raise her leg so her knee just brushed the crotch of his pants. Then her leg lowered to settle back on the ground once Stan questioned where she was making the moves on him.
“Well, the bathroom is the next best place, don’t you think?” Scout inquired, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes flickered to their interlaced fingers, and she beamed before letting out a playful squeak when he pulled her toward him. For a brief moment all she could concentrate were his lips before his words finally registered in her head. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” she commented boredly, yet she didn’t move to make space between them. Instead, she leaned forward, careful of touching his nose and pressed her lips to his, biting down on his lower lip before tugging at it as she pulled away.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Scout teased before winking at him and heading to the door, “We should probably get to class.”
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Post by Chip on Aug 5, 2014 3:23:17 GMT
“Maybe, but there’s something else on my mind and it has nothing to do with crying.” Stan said, feeling Scout’s leg start to slide up between his own legs. He didn’t object to the motions at all and grinned at her somewhat mischievously when her knee brushed the crotch of his jeans, the touch definitely not unwelcome. If they weren’t about to pull away from each other (he knew they were going to, this was just playing around) he would’ve tried to feel her up some more.
“Well, you’re not very picky about where you fuck around, are you?” Stan asked in good humor, his grin widening at her little squeak. When she connected their lips he moved his against her, clearly wanting more when she pulled away after biting his lower lip. But their little flirtation was over—it had to be, anyway, since class was about to start. Or had it already started? Frankly, Stanley didn’t care all that much. He watched her as she headed towards the door, wolf whistling at her as he kicked himself off of the wall and hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans, his mind on something a lot more interesting than class. “I hate it when you go but I love to watch you leave.”
He caught up to her eventually, grabbing the door and opening it with one hand. He decided that was too old school, though, and when she reached the door as well he reached out and hit her on the ass. “C’mon Scout, ladies first.”
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Post by Becca on Aug 5, 2014 4:16:20 GMT
Scout raised a brow curiously, pretending she did not have a clue what was on his mind when the answer was all too clear. Given their proximity, body language, and extreme flirtation it would be stupid to guess there could be anything else on either of their minds. Besides, guys thought about that kind of stuff every waking moment, didn’t they? “You’ll have to enlighten me on what goes on in your mind sometime,” she commented with a smirk.
“Nah, not particularly picky. I make do with what I got, and I’ve hooked up in some pretty creative places,” Scout answered as she licked her lips suggestively. She wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the day locked in the girl’s bathroom, but her attendance was pretty much mandatory on the first day. As she reached the door, her head turned to look back at him once he whistled. “Eat your heart out, sweetheart,” she beamed before ruffling her hair once more.
When he smacked her butt, she smirked at him and rolled her eyes before heading out the door. She didn’t even bother to look at the clock, knowing they were probably running late. Scout made her way to her next class which she hoped Stan would be in as well.
As she turned the corner and slipped in the door she noticed not only did Stanley’s cousin have the class but also her chaste little friend and her provocative twin and the boy duo who followed her around. This day just couldn’t get better, could it? As she passed Arryn, Scout grinned and gave her a little salute before passing and taking a seat at the back of the classroom.
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Post by Melanie on Aug 9, 2014 19:46:48 GMT
"That sounds really nice! I would love to hear you sing, uh I mean I could back you up on the piano." Chastity muttered nervously with a smile. She looked over to where Arryn sat and noticed Jack speaking to her apologetically. She turned her attention back to Danny as the bell rang. The teacher was no where to be seen, and usually most teachers were on time.
"It's really weird when teachers are late, but then again I'm a bit of an early goer." Chastity said to Danny, still trying to hide her blush from what she had said earlier. Two late students caught her attention and she raised an eyebrow. -
Despite Arryn's saucy attitude, Lana was unfazed. She just rolled her eyes and turned to scan the room while Jack profusely apologized and sucked up to the little innocent. It was kind of annoying that she didn't have his complete attention. The bell rang and Lana folded her hands on her desk. Stan and his sexy friend Scout. Hm maybe she could work with that.
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Post by Chip on Aug 9, 2014 20:15:13 GMT
Arryn narrowed her eyes over at Jack slightly, his reaction not what she expected. Rather than an appreciative acknowledgement, she had expected him to laugh at her and maybe roll his eyes a little towards Lana. She adjusted her glasses as Jack said what she’d done was awesome, caught off guard only for a second.
That just went to show books shouldn’t be judged by their covers. She still had her bias, though, and had to think Jack was trying to tease her. His tone, seemed quite teasing to Arryn.
“Specs? My name is Arryn. And pulling punches?” Her brows furrowed in confusion at Jack’s word choice, the metaphor lost on her. She imagined Jack thought she’d just whip around and punch Lana in the face if she kept up the attitude! Which she would never do! “Of course I’m not pulling any punches! I would never hit another person. Especially not in class!” She gave Jack an odd look when he called her a tough girl. “…tough… If tough means to speak my mind when I’m uncomfortable, then I suppose you’re right.”
And her thoughts about him teasing her were proven when he called her gorgeous and acted sad she seemed disappointed in his actions. No one called her pet names like Specs and Gorgeous unless they were trying to get some kind of reaction—or overly friendly customers at work.
“All I know about you is that you started that whole conversation with Lana about my cousin just to make me uncomfortable. How can I approve of you based on that?” She asked honestly, hearing the door open at that moment.
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Stan followed Scout outside of the bathroom, grinning at her as the two walked side by side to their first class. Stan hadn’t even cared enough to know which one it was aside from the room number. He slipped into the classroom after Scout, thankful that he had the class with her, though he made eye contact with a few other people. First there was his cousin, who was staring at his face with wide eyes. Then there was Lana, who was sitting next to Arryn. He also saw Chastity somewhere, but his attention as already off her.
He snickered at Lana and winked as he picked up the pace towards Scout. Arryn reached over and tapped his arm, trying to ask about his nose, but Stan ignored her completely and sat right beside Scout in the back. Once there he kicked up his feet to rest on the chair in front of him and slipped an arm around his best friend beside him, like they were about to watch a movie instead of attend a class. He was taking up as much space as he possibly could in the back of the room, sitting at his desk like a comfortable king. Arryn turned around and shot the two a very confused look, but Stan just grinned.
“Wow. This is one hell of a class. I’m excited for it already.” He said to Scout.
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Post by Becca on Aug 9, 2014 20:42:26 GMT
Scout shifted in her seat as she tried to get comfortable. It was a wonder how teachers expected them to learn in these sad excuses for desks. The intolerable plastic chairs made her back ache, so she leaned backward and propped her feet up to save her back the misery. With Stan’s arm around her, she leaned into him in hopes he would be more cozy than what she had to work with. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind the teacher would tell them to keep to themselves, but she was not particularly worried. Hell, at least they were provided with a padded, spinning desk chair and not the sad excuses for chairs the students had to deal with.
As she sat in her chair, her eyes wandered around the classroom, studying the people she would have to put up with for her last year here. Stan was right, it certainly was an interesting mix of people in this room. There was a healthy mix of good and bad influences in the room which she could see as being very entertaining in the future. Oh, the possibilities were endless. “Yeah, imagine all the shit we could stir up here,” she smirked as she glanced at Stan. She couldn’t help but notice his cousin seemed particularly interested in them. She gave the blonde a small wave before winking at her. What was she, keeping tabs on everything Stanley did?
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Post by carmen on Aug 9, 2014 23:21:30 GMT
Danny couldn't help but break into a grin at Chastity's words. It seemed that she was really good at flattering a guy, even if she didn't quite know that. He supposed that it ran in the family, he thought as he gave a glance over to Lana. It looked like she was simultaneously vying for Jack's attention and messing with the Arryn girl. He couldn't help but roll his eyes -- he thought that his best friend could do better, especially since she ever only paid him special attention as a back up.
He shrugged at her comment, "I suppose I'm okay, I'm a better musician to be honest. I play the piano, too. I only sing for the band, mostly, but it would be super cool if you could accompany me some time. Maybe we could even write a song together, who knows."
Danny looked up and noticed that the teacher was still nowhere to be seen, "Isn't there a rule were if the teacher doesn't show up after fifteen minutes, we're allowed to leave?"
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Jack raised his eyebrows as Arryn began to get fired up once again. He had to admit, the way she huffed when she was annoyed made her seem absolutely adorable. It almost made him want to mess with her some more, but not quite. He gave her a well-meaning but still playful smirk, rest his elbow on the back of his seat so that he was facing her more. "Of course you would never resort to violence. 'Pulling punches' is just a phrase, it means that you aren't afraid to speak your mind -- I like that about you. And you're right, that does make you tough."
At her reasoning behind what she thought of him, he shrugged. "I guess I'll just have to change your mind then," he said with a smile, "Maybe we could grab a bite to eat after school and we can get to know each other better." Sure, Arryn was a little vanilla for him, but that never stopped him from trying. Hell, what he really wanted was a girlfriend, and he would prefer to be with someone nice than with a bitch. And it was a good sign that she was able to keep up with him.
At the sound of the door opening Jack groaned. He was hoping that he could have a couple more minutes to himself before having to deal with teachers, but it looked like that wasn't going to be the case.
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