Okay guys, serious question.. (Because I know nothing about American college), so you have exams, finals and then find out whether you graduate or not? I have no idea.. Please tell me, a whole couple chapters depends on it D:

P.S Anything written in italics, is the characters thoughts.

Any hoo, thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter 7, Preassure & Laughter!


Mal Fallon

You doodle on your text book of Criminal Justice. Writing your initials, and drawing your teacher, over and over again. You draw over the words of the page, that you've memorised and recited repeatedly. Your eyes feel heavy, and every time you blink, you feel the unreal sensation that maybe you should just keep them closed.. I won't fall asleep.. I'll just close them for a bit. But you force your head up. Trusting yourself not to fall into your black abyss of dreams and relief. You look out the window, into the sunlight, hoping that it'll wake you up a little.. But instead, it makes you close your eyes, giving you that sensation again. You put your pencil down before rubbing your eyes, violently.

You're exhausted from last night. You stayed up with Natara, eating pizza all night and telling each other life stories. It was great at the time.. And even now you don't regret it. You both learnt so much about each other; childhood stories, parents, everything! Even her favourite drink.. Who new she was a Hard A kinda girl? There's definitely something about her..

You keep your head down, smiling, you remember all the stories told.. Until you're interrupted by the class door opening.

Blaise Corso

You step inside the class B7. That once reticent class instantly began talking and looking your way. You sigh, heavily, already beginning to wonder whether you'll hate this school as much as the last.

"Ahh, you must me Miss Corso.." Presumes Mrs. Hath.

"That's me.." You respond.

"Well, I wouldn't want to embbarass you.." Too late..

".. By making an introduction.. Please, take a seat. There's only one left." She gestures you to a seat right next to a muscled guy. He has brown hair, and immediately rubs his eyes in focus.

"Everyone welcome, Blaise Corso." Everyone whispers. And you swear you heard 'I thought she had green hair?'.

You slam your books down angrily and take a seat next to him. You avoid eye contact.

"Not a people person, huh?" He asks. You slowly turn your head and glare at him. He reaches his hand out.

"Mal.." You stare at his hand, but then take it and shake it firmly.

"Blaise." You say, coldly. You immediately turn your attention back to the teacher. Leaning back in your chair, awkwardly and barley paying attention.

"You don't have to be so tense, you know?" He asks. You look back at him. He has dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you get jumped, or something?" You ask, firmly.

"Nah, just tired."

"What'd you do? Party all night with your band?" You remark.

"Pfft, I'm not the person to be in a band."

"Really? I could picture you with some thick eyeliner, jumping up and down on stage, screaming. Getting all the chicks.."

"I used to be interested in starting one.. But, I don't know.. Guess I just lost interest.." He says, smiling.

The teacher begins bombarding you with pointless information, that you just know you won't remember.

Oh, geez.. It's going to be a long semester..


Later..

You and Mal got to talking.. He's not so bad. Little bit distracted, but he seems alright. He shows you around the route to the cafeteria..

"Oh dear god.." You mumble at the sight of loud bustling screaming students.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Mal assures. A couple minutes later, you carry the bright orange tray of food.. Food of which you're very weary of eating. Mal leads you around to a gross table. Why this table? Why not that one? With them? Why, why, why?

"Blaise, this is Natara. Natara, Blaise." Mal introduces. The girl looks up, a little confused, but greets you politely.

Mal sits beside her, as you sit opposite them. Natara leans over and whispers in Mal's ear, poorly.

"Blaise.. Blaise Corso.. Remember?" He whispers back. She nods, ebulliently. You stare at them in disbelief. They crane their heads slowly towards you, noticing that you heard everything.

"Look, uhh.. You're nice, but I'm going to sit somewhere else.." You roll your eyes, pick up your tray and move to a table of jocks. They sit on the table, instead of the seats, hooting and laughing. They notice you coming their way. At first, they're confused, then start whispering and laughing.

"What's up, douche-nuggets?" You ask. They're suddenly silent, shocked. You push one of their legs aside, and set your tray down and begin you consume your sloppy sandwich.

"Hey there. And you are?" One asks.

"Blaise.."

"So.. You new? You li-"

"Stop talking.." You snap. One jock slaps his knee in amusement, as the rest laugh and whisper. Although the one you cut off seems unamused. You almost feel the whole cafeterias eyes on you. Especially Mal's and Natara's.

"Excuse me?" He asks. "Who do you think you are?"

"My name's Blaise.. I said it earlier. Bl-ai-se.." You pronounce your name slowly and apathetically. The jock chuckles.

"Maybe you'd be interested in our kegger, tonight?" He asks.

"Are you kidding? I'm there!" You enthuse excitedly.


Mal Fallon

You and Natara watch and listen to Blaise, in shock.

"Oh god, she's gonna die.."


Blaise, you cray cray.. Please help me with my question earlier ^^^^^^^ really need an answer -_-'

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