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Post by Lilly Cohen on Feb 1, 2007 21:36:58 GMT -5
Lilly laughed. "Oh, you're smart," she said, lifting the jello-like chunk of pudding off of her head. "You're real smart. If you're lucky, you might even..." -she gasped for effect- "work the counter at K-Mart for the rest of your life!" She snorted and picked up her backpack, leaving at the bell.
"Jealousy's a bitch!" she called, walking back into the hallways.
[out- history room (sorry, forgot the number)]
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 1, 2007 23:29:07 GMT -5
Before Angel could really process what was happening, Cathrine had milk on her shirt, Lilly had pudding in her hair, and there was not a closed mouth in the room. He knew that Cathrine was a bitch but...he never thought something like this would happen. He sat there kind of stupidly for a second; he kept wanting to interject, but everytime the thought crossed his mind, somebody had poured another dairy product on somebody else. At least he knew one thing; he was definitely not straight, or he'd be disappointed when it all stopped. His eyes wide, he finally got out the most intelligable thing he could.
"Oh my god."
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Post by cathrine on Feb 1, 2007 23:40:49 GMT -5
Cathrine glared at Angel, who was staring at all of this. Normally, she would've just called Angel a loser...but, right now she was VERY pissed off. "What are you looking at, fag!?" she snapped at Angel. She had no proof Angel was gay...but, he wasn't pouring dairy products on anybody...totally sign of gayness.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 1, 2007 23:55:03 GMT -5
Angel's eyes closed for a moment. Say something to her! Stick up for yourself! You know you want to! Tommy would. Tommy the cheater? Or Tommy the victim of a false rumor? Does it really matter at the moment?
"Look..." Angel started as he stood up, pulling the strap of his bag over one shoulder. "Whether I am or I'm not, it doesn't matter. It certainly isn't any of your business. You're wasting your time," he took a deep breath, pulling his bag fully over his shoulders.
"See you later," he told April quickly before heading for the door. Where the hell did that come from? It wasn't much, but...it was more than he'd ever done before. When people insulted him...he took it. He didn't say anything, he didn't retaliate. Why now all of a sudden was that changing? Why was he asking? he knew the answer, and he was meeting it for ice cream in one more period. One that wouldn't go fast enough. With a sigh, he headed for his Still Life class.
((Out-Room 805))
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Post by cathrine on Feb 2, 2007 3:01:35 GMT -5
Cathrine glared at Angel. WHo the hell did he think he was? He couldn't just treat her like that! That good for nothing loser! She tossed her blonde hair back and made a, "hmph," of disgust and went to class; forgeting about the milk that was splattered all over her shirt for a moment.
[Out-Room 216]
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Post by April Ericcson on Feb 3, 2007 12:48:42 GMT -5
April rolled her eyes. Honestly, how much more pathetic could the girl be? Still, she was rather satisfied about how much she and Lilly had managed to torture Cathrine. She once again reminded herself to tell Lilly that they should be partners in crime or something.
However, the bell had rung and she had to go to photography, once of the funner classes of the day. Thank God she couldn't help but think.
[Out=Room 807]
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