TITLE: Study Hall
AUTHOR: Tumbling Down The Rabbit Hole
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ARCHIVE/DISTRIBUTION: Just ask
SUMMARY: Ryan watches Marissa and Lindsey in study hall. R/L sort of
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own no one.
NOTE: This is a pointless piece that I don't know why I wrote. Slight Marissa bashing, it wasn't intentional but it turned out that way.
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Ryan stared ahead at the girls sitting across from him. Running late he and Lindsey had ended up at the same table as Marissa. He hoped it wasn't going to be awkward and so far it hadn't been but it was only ten minutes in.
Lindsey was staring intently at the textbook in front of her, an array of different coloured highlighters in front of her. They all had different purpose as she had explained to him one day in detail before realizing she had been babbling.
Marissa had a textbook, in case a teacher looked over, but she was staring out the window or at her nails as if contemplating whether or not she needed another manicure. Her pencil case contained a few pencils and red pen most of the space taken over by lip-gloss and eyeliner.
Lindsey pulled out her binder, completely undecorated and plain. Just like her, he liked the how organized she was. How she knew where everything was and didn't have papers tossed around and shoved into various pockets.
That was the all of Lindsey was, organized and knew where she was going in life. She had everything mapped out and he didn't need to help her. Ryan felt reassured to know that he wouldn't be finding her passed out in an alley in Mexico. She'd never end up running to Chino.
Marissa's binder hung out of her designer bag, decorated with different coloured gel pens. The inside pocket was full of papers, a flyer advertising kick off carnival that had happened months ago. She managed a four point oh with out breaking a sweat. In between studying she managed to get locked in a hotel room with a psycho and have her stomach pumped.
Lindsey glanced up; a shy smile crept over her face when she had noticed him looking at her. She seemed to save that smile just for her.
On the other side of her Marissa turned away from the window, tossing her hair unconsciously before sending him a flirty grin. That grin was the same one in every picture she had in the yearbook, the same one she used when greeted the principal.
Ryan realized something; study hall wasn't just for reading textbooks.
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