[open]Think Twice Before You Sit

[kasey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] he's a lady killer and i'm a pretty lady Kaseywalked into the math classroom with a surly face after lunch, books in hand, and hood over her face. The lights were really bright, and she’d just been in a dark room to develop pictures, which made her eyes go crazy for a few seconds before they adjusted. There were a couple people already in the class, and she was a little early so she knew more would be coming in. She sat down at the first available seat, sliding her black heel’d feet under the bench like desk in front of her. Letting out a sigh, she situated herself and looked around the classroom.Great, just another day of the same thing. Why can’t this stupid little town afford better education…..she thought drearily to herself. She moved her elbow, and accidently hit whoever was sitting next to her in the upper arm. They shouldn’t have been so close to her, but that wasn’t really their fault. Of course, she had to pick the seat that wasn’t empty. Chalk it up to paying attention to only her feet as she walked. When would people get to leave her alone? Choosing not to do the polite thing and apologize, Kasey moved her binder and books to create a barrier between her and her neighbor. Hopefully they wouldn’t ask her any questions, because she sure as hell wasn’t going to answer them, even if it was an important question. As far as she was concerned, if they needed something they could ask anybody else in the room, because she obviously wasn’t the only person there. She pulled her hood off of her head and smoothed down her dark black hair with a dissatisfied sigh. If only she could be the perfect beauty everybody else seemed to be, but instead she was the surly teenager who was usually found sitting in the back of the room stealing the school’s wifi on her iPhone. Wasn’t that a great reputation. Better than a slut or whatever, she figured. so that means he's gonna kill me WORDS: unknown. TAGGED: open!! OUTFIT:here MUSIC: I have…none… NOTES I luhv whoever snags on this. template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

[/td][/tr][/table]


[/center]

[tam]

- - - - - - - - -

Cane gave a wide yawn, moving his a hand through his hair before leaning back in his seat, tapping his pen against the table as he usual did when he was bored and waited for the thing to just fucking start already. He hated being earlier in fact he generally hated class in general but he really had nothing better to do at that moment in time so he was simply going to have to grin and bloody bear it. He couldn't wait for the day to be over, it was an alright looking day outside and he was eager to go get his car back from the fucking autoshop who apparently had no idea what 'time management' was.

He pressed his lips together before eventually setting the pen down and pulling his iPhone from his pocket, untangling his headphones and browsing through his music, settling on one of the demos his friend from back home had sent him to listen. Fuck his missed the band but there was no way he could have stayed seeing as it took him so bloody long to get down there each time. His concentration faltered as he felt something go into his upper arm. He pulled out his earphones irritably, turning to see a girl, waiting a moment for his apology, raising an eyebrow when it didn't come before speaking.

"Do you fucking mind?" He growled moodily pressing the pause button on his ipod. In all honesty he hadn't even noticed her sit down.

[kasey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] he's a lady killer and i'm a pretty lady If the guy sitting next to her had been a little nicer, Kasey would have offered a small appology, or at least a little bit of regret in her expression, but screw that. This douche was obviouslly a big headed ass who thought the world revolved around him. She could see it was written all over him: the way he talked, the way he sat, the way he dressed. It's like the world owed him something. Kasey could see where his looks played into this too. It was obvious by his attractive appearance that nobody dared say otherwise to his huge ego. So pretentious, so self absorbed was this guy that he immediately pissed her off. Now, Kasey wasn't the kind of person to judge but judging she was and she was going to continue to judge until she had a reason to like this asshole that she sat next to without paying attention. Do you mind? It's not like I purposefully bumped into you. Calm your shit, geez.she told him with an as if expression. He didn't really think he could talk to her like that and get away with it. She turned back towards the front of the room and mentally wondered why the hell she'd been cursed to have to endure masses of people who didn't understand that they didn't own the world. This guy didn't know her, and therefor couldn't act like he did. Where was the fairness in the fact that she would walk out pissed off because some idiot next to her who thought he was king of the FUCKING WORLD was an asshole to her, and he would walk out like "dude this random chick was such a bitch, " when that wasn't really the true story. Couldn't she for once in her life sit next to an unassuming person who was nondescript and wouldn't disrupt her natural tendencies? No. The world didn't work like that and Kasey didn't deserve such niceties as that. If only, if only. The only thing Kasey could do now was endure the douche next to her while simultaneously taking his ego down a bit and deflating his head. It was her responsibility because he wasn't going to walk out of that roome the same. One way or another Kasey was going to bring this asshole down a notch. so that means he's gonna kill me WORDS: unknown. TAGGED: the wonderous mc'caneypants OUTFIT:here MUSIC: I have…none… NOTES I suspect this to be quite entertaining!!! template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[tam]

- - - - - -

Cane just looked at her for a moment, his eyebrow pulling up into an ark. Had she just...had she just answered him back?

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry, didn't mean to ruin your day now," He said with sarcastic civility looking her over with a purposefully languid glance, allowing the corners of his lips to turn up ever so slightly. Not usually his type but he certainly didn't have any problems with the way she looked, he was always open to 'broadening his horizons'...even if the expression splayed across her face was perhaps a little too sour.

And the talking thing...Dee already spent a vast majority of time doing just that and he didn't need anymore. Vapid 'sluts' (as some obviously rather clueless people liked to put it) were generally what he went for, snarky, over intelligent, sarcastic and bitter girls were admittedly fun after some persistence and could be entertaining but that did require time...and effort...

"So what's your name then?" He asked, dropping his iPhone into his bag, leaning forward slightly, picking up his pen and beginning to tap it again.

If she thought she was going to get him to shut up she had another thing fucking coming. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was people attempting ('attempting' being the important word here) to try and 'put him down to size', he didn't do that, he liked being in control and greatly disliked people who seemed to have a problem with that.

Well at least maths looked like it was going to quite a bit more fun than he'd first thought.

[/blockquote]

[kasey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] he's a lady killer and i'm a pretty lady Kasey rolled her eyes as the douche next to her checked her out. In his dreams. Just because he was attractive-and probablly popular-didn't mean he was worth her time. She didn't want to waste her time or emotions on some guy who didn't really know who he was, and if he did, then she knew he wasn't that great of a person anyway. Screw him. He couldn't just act like he was some hot shit and expect she would fall all over him like every other skank he probablly got to know over the years/days/minutes/seconds. He didn't have to speak to her like she was some irrational bipolar chick either. If anything he was the one with the issues. "You did not ruin my day. I doubt you have the capability to affect me at that substantial level," she snapped at him with a ferocity that said she was pissed off because he was being an asshole and she didn't want to have to sit next to him. Kasey tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and purposefully situated her stuff away from this guy. He was such an asshole she couldn't imagine the type of girls that liked him. The ones who couldn't get a guy worth knowing, just fucking. He probablly went for the cheerleaders who got drunk off their asses every ten seconds and didn't know whether pi was cherry flavored or part of a word. Those people just frustrated her to no end. Kasey leaned ever so slightly away from him as he so obviously leaned forward. She cut him a sideways glare "Why do you need to know my name? Just because you want something doesn't mean you're going to get it." She snorted. That was probablly news to him since he most likely got everything he'd ever wanted handed to him on a silver fucking platter. Dumb prick. so that means he's gonna kill me WORDS: unknown. TAGGED: open!! OUTFIT:here MUSIC: I have…none… NOTES I luhv whoever snags on this. template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

[/td][/tr][/table]


[/center]