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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Jocks, preps, geeks, nerds *beyond popular belief there is a difference*..." I look around the quad at all the groups "seems like your stereotype of a Californian high school, now where do I fit in?"
I (Buffy Summers) could probably be considered your typical California girl, well besides the fact that I have lived in New York my whole life. Due to yet another slight run in with the authorities (burning down the school gym) I am no longer aloud on Bradley property, and the court gave custody of me to my mom saying that my dad is to obsessed with work to look after his 17 year old daughter. *GRR* So now I am living with my mom, 3000 miles away from home, with her current boyfriend *current being a key word in that sentence* in a house and a town and a school that I can already tell that I hate after the 4 days it has been since I moved here. Anyhoo... should probably register... now where is that office?
I walk over to the group that is closest to me, which just happens to be the jocks. God help me.
"Hi. Can one of you plea-"
The presumably 'leader' of the group turns around and addresses me "look here-" rakes his eyes over my body and I roll mine in disgust "hottie what can I do to you?" He smirks thinking it's the best line ever. Please give me a break!
"Oh! And here I thought 'what's your sign' was the lamest pickup line ever. You have proved me wrong." I smile sweetly down at the Black haired sumo wrestler sitting in front of me. He was obviously a football player, the boy could block out the sun he was so bulky. I'm guessing linebacker or maybe center if they are nice here.
"Yo Angel! Looks like the chick just shut you down!" one of the members of his posse remarks before bursting into laugher. Does he have to point out the obvious? Hmm. maybe this guy is really that slow. Angel growls and stands up towering over me. Yup definitely blocks out the sun, maybe dissing him wasn't such a good idea. Oh shit be looks like he wants to kill me for humiliating him, obviously he doesn't take rejection well.
"Uh-" okay, I am going to try to fix this. "Sorry, I just need to find the office. Can one of you tell me where it is?"
"Sure. BITCH! Get out of my face." I roll my eyes and walk away. Urgh I hate it here. Maybe the next spot will be better? Probably not. Looks like a group of popular girls.
I approach the group of who are basically drooling and hanging all over a guy in all black. Oh great a goth! A crazy one at that to be dressed like that when it is so damn hot out. The 'crazed goth' turns around and suddenly I can't form words even in thought. DAMN!
His eyes are the most penetrating blue I have ever seen. I like the hair, bleach blonde and gelled back. Oh and those pouty lips, did I mention cheekbones? Very prominent high cheekbones! My gaze travels down to his sculpted chest (that is very evident in his tight shirt) I pray that I am not drooling at this point. Hey at least he's an attractive, stylish crazed goth.
I get pulled out of my deep stare by an irritating high-pitched laugh. "Better watch out Cordy, this girl's got an eye on our man." The brunette next to the goth puts her arms protectively around his neck.
"Back off bitch, he's mine." He looks at me and winks. Is he teasing me? Urgh yea I know you are taken buddy don't flaunt it!
"That's great, really. Can one of you point me toward the main office?" I groan when all I get in return is scowls and glares. "Please?"
"It's the second door to the right in the main building, luv." He has an accent too? Good Lord Almighty did you bless him
"Thanks," I nod and he smiles. Well at least someone's not a complete jerk; too bad he's probably out of my league. I walk away; he's probably infested with STDs too, with all those girls hanging on him.
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HAHAHAHA! Sorry I just had to add something about STDs in there. Reviews please!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Jocks, preps, geeks, nerds *beyond popular belief there is a difference*..." I look around the quad at all the groups "seems like your stereotype of a Californian high school, now where do I fit in?"
I (Buffy Summers) could probably be considered your typical California girl, well besides the fact that I have lived in New York my whole life. Due to yet another slight run in with the authorities (burning down the school gym) I am no longer aloud on Bradley property, and the court gave custody of me to my mom saying that my dad is to obsessed with work to look after his 17 year old daughter. *GRR* So now I am living with my mom, 3000 miles away from home, with her current boyfriend *current being a key word in that sentence* in a house and a town and a school that I can already tell that I hate after the 4 days it has been since I moved here. Anyhoo... should probably register... now where is that office?
I walk over to the group that is closest to me, which just happens to be the jocks. God help me.
"Hi. Can one of you plea-"
The presumably 'leader' of the group turns around and addresses me "look here-" rakes his eyes over my body and I roll mine in disgust "hottie what can I do to you?" He smirks thinking it's the best line ever. Please give me a break!
"Oh! And here I thought 'what's your sign' was the lamest pickup line ever. You have proved me wrong." I smile sweetly down at the Black haired sumo wrestler sitting in front of me. He was obviously a football player, the boy could block out the sun he was so bulky. I'm guessing linebacker or maybe center if they are nice here.
"Yo Angel! Looks like the chick just shut you down!" one of the members of his posse remarks before bursting into laugher. Does he have to point out the obvious? Hmm. maybe this guy is really that slow. Angel growls and stands up towering over me. Yup definitely blocks out the sun, maybe dissing him wasn't such a good idea. Oh shit be looks like he wants to kill me for humiliating him, obviously he doesn't take rejection well.
"Uh-" okay, I am going to try to fix this. "Sorry, I just need to find the office. Can one of you tell me where it is?"
"Sure. BITCH! Get out of my face." I roll my eyes and walk away. Urgh I hate it here. Maybe the next spot will be better? Probably not. Looks like a group of popular girls.
I approach the group of who are basically drooling and hanging all over a guy in all black. Oh great a goth! A crazy one at that to be dressed like that when it is so damn hot out. The 'crazed goth' turns around and suddenly I can't form words even in thought. DAMN!
His eyes are the most penetrating blue I have ever seen. I like the hair, bleach blonde and gelled back. Oh and those pouty lips, did I mention cheekbones? Very prominent high cheekbones! My gaze travels down to his sculpted chest (that is very evident in his tight shirt) I pray that I am not drooling at this point. Hey at least he's an attractive, stylish crazed goth.
I get pulled out of my deep stare by an irritating high-pitched laugh. "Better watch out Cordy, this girl's got an eye on our man." The brunette next to the goth puts her arms protectively around his neck.
"Back off bitch, he's mine." He looks at me and winks. Is he teasing me? Urgh yea I know you are taken buddy don't flaunt it!
"That's great, really. Can one of you point me toward the main office?" I groan when all I get in return is scowls and glares. "Please?"
"It's the second door to the right in the main building, luv." He has an accent too? Good Lord Almighty did you bless him
"Thanks," I nod and he smiles. Well at least someone's not a complete jerk; too bad he's probably out of my league. I walk away; he's probably infested with STDs too, with all those girls hanging on him.
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HAHAHAHA! Sorry I just had to add something about STDs in there. Reviews please!