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psychoshenanigans2015-03-23 09:01 am
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in psychoshenanigans2015-03-23 09:01 am
Highschool // AU
Oh, high school. No one liked it, but that doesn't stop us from watching Mean Girls over and over. Your character is now a student, attending full-time! Six classes, lunch period, sports, clubs, cliques, parties, lame parents, and plenty of gossip to go around. Pick a starting setting from below, or make up your own. Comment around and stuff. Play a gross teenager. Make friends. Make enemies. Date that cute guy in your forth-period biology class, oh... ♥
→ Classroom. History, science, math, writing, "cultural appreciation", gym class, whatever! Paying attention? Falling asleep? Passing notes around? Partnering up for your home economics project?
→ Lunch period. Everyone has their place in the social order of the lunch room... Do you eat with a group, or alone in the bathroom? Sneaking off campus for a smoke? Playing hooky? You deviant.
→ Detention/Principal's Office. Well, maybe you shouldn't have snuck off campus for a smoke. Hang out with your fellow derelicts or complain about how your being here is a horrible mistake. The room is barely monitored anyway.
→ After School. Running, jumping, climbing trees. Organizing cultural events. Drama club. The long walk back home after school, or hanging out in the library. Catching a movie with your bestie. Whatever.
→ Lockers. All those little moments between classes where the gossip spreads around. You have ten minutes until the bell rings, which is plenty of time to hit on someone or get shoved into a locker.
→ Cool Party. Susan's parents are going to be gone all weekend, so she's throwing a huge party. It seems like the whole school is invited! Where the hell did these kids get this much alcohol, anyway?
→ Choose Your Own Adventure. A quiet day at a friend's house? Getting into a fight on campus? Dissection day? Your super-hot math tutor? First day of school for the foreign exchange student? The possibilities are endless, so feel free to just make up your own.
boo you whore
Robin spots Tek a couple of times at school on Monday--he didn't think he was looking for him, but maybe he's just easier to spot now that he's on the radar. the guy's wrapped up in his clique of weirdo friends as usual, so Robin doesn't try to go talk to him. not that he'd know what he'd say if he did. "hi, hello." "I threw away that toothbrush." "you owe me a box of cookies." stupid...
but, as luck (good or bad) would have it, he finally runs into him alone in the men's bathroom, of all places.]
Well, well. Fancy seeing you in here.
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Amanda will just have to learn what it's like to deal with straight boys without his help. it's her loss, really.
and so, there's a little flash of surprise across his face when he glances over to spot this guy's reflection in the mirror as he's refreshing his lipgloss.]
Well, you should see the girls' room right now... bunch of savages.
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God, seriously? Didn't they just make an announcement about that last week?
[that if they didn't clean up their act, they'd have to close the ladies' rooms or something... it doesn't really matter to him, but he needs a little small-talk before he commits to whether or not he wants to question the brief look of surprise he was greeted with.]
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[and while Robin deliberates, Tek is going to beat him to the punch. Robin doesn't get to decide whether or not they're going to continue the conversation at all, or what they're going to talk about. it's exactly the sort of decision that Tek likes to take upon himself before someone else gets the chance.
so, he pops the cap back onto his lipgloss--even though it was probably supposed to be a screw-cap--and shoot Robin a smirk in the mirror.]
There's a new piece of graffiti in there, you know. I'd wondered if Amy wrote it.
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Christ. [sworn with the eloquence of a teenager lacking adult supervision.] Someone should just hurry up and institutionalize that bitch.
[he rolls his eyes. despite claiming he never wants to hear about her ever again, it's an effective hook--and it's inevitable that he'll follow the line.]
What'd it say?
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It said "he cries during sex."
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[his initial, unimpressed reaction thankfully masks the fact that he's two seconds from punching this smarmy punk in the arm. he flips his bangs out of his face a little more pointedly than necessary, walking back to the wall to pick up his backpack again.]
You trying to say that's me?
[do you have a problem, asshole. DO YOU. his look is flatter than two-day-old soda.]
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[smarmy is right. that's definitely the look. and he turns to lean back against the counter, making himself comfortable, like Robin isn't picking his stuff up and getting ready to leave.]
...Why? Is it true?
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[he starts moving to leave the bathroom, then, but the way he keeps talking and craning his head makes it clear he expects this conversation to continue.]
Speaking of people who should be locked up, you owe me a box of thin mints.
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his perfect eyebrows do raise in surprise when Robin brings up the cookie debt, however.]
Oh, do I?
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[he stops in the doorway to wave him forward, because Tek obviously hasn't gotten that they're going somewhere yet.]
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he's back to grinning fast, and he pushes himself away from the sinks.]
What, you think you can demand things from me like that? You can afford your own damn cookies.
[he is absolutely following, though--picking up his purse on the way over.]
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But it's the principle of the thing. [he starts leading them down the hallway, his voice echoing a little off the empty floor and lines of closed lockers. the only other kids still at school are the ones holding club meetings or stuck serving time in detention.] You've offended my honor. Whatever honor I have left, anyway.
[Robin's backpack is covered in patches promoting bands that no one else has heard of. it used to be coated in exactly half-a-million pins (a fourth of which contained content inappropriate for school and political slogans he didn't believe in), but he was forced to get rid of them on the grounds that the pins were a "safety hazard".]
Cookies are no joke. This is practically a blood debt.
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[he's in his comfortable boots today, which means that his heels don't click as much as they usually do, and he's not quite as dishonestly tall. it also means that he doesn't mind walking, however--a good way to catch him at a rare time when he isn't feeling too lazy and contrary to cooperate without trading misery in return.]
Besides, are they even still selling them? I thought the girl scouts packed up their stuff on Friday.
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No, no. Don't try to weasel your way of this one.
[he wags a pointed finger in the air. no, no, no.]
It can be some other cookie. A spiritual successor. [and then, after another stupid laugh:] A cookie reincarnation, if you will.
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[he rolls his painted eyes.]
That means that I get to pick what kind, you know.
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[he pushes them through the front doors and into the parking lot. on a brisk day like this, half the cars are gone already. only faculty and a couple of stray student vehicles are left behind--and for better or worse, Robin seems to be heading them towards one in particular.]
Oh, hey. [he turns in place to walk backwards, talking casually:] I overheard Jason Fleming saying I sucked your dick back at that party. [a snicker.] Was it good for you?
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You know, I bet he heard that from his buddy, Adam. And I wonder who could have told him something like that?
[and he is far too smug to leave any possibility of innocence behind that question. he's practically glowing with pride. and with his head held high like it is, and Robin conveniently strolling backwards in front of him, he's able to give the other boy one good, obvious up-and-down glance to top the whole thing off.]
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[his tone says "surprise", but his expression says "oh, up to your old tricks again." Robin shakes his head, turning back around to face his car and rifle around in his pocket for his keys.]
Damn, you really don't waste time. My rep's gonna be a burning pile of rubble, at this rate.
[all the same, he still opens up the passenger-side door of the car for him. the vehicle is surprisingly nondescript; it wouldn't be notable if it wasn't the second car in the family, seeing as Robin's mom took the first one with her on her extended travel.]
But I gotta say, you're still more fun than half these morons.
[which is more than Tek deserves, of course, but it explains why Robin is allowing him along and inviting him into his sacred transportation space. he heads around to the other side, to get in the driver's seat.]
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flouncing gracefully into the passenger seat and smoothing his skirt properly around his legs before he closes the door, he waits there for Robin to appear in the other doorway.]
...Who's the other half, then? Anyone I know?
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[and, like this is a perfectly normal thing to do (doesn't Tek know not to get into cars with strange men?), he settles in, closes his door, and puts the key in the ignition. the inside of the car is surprisingly clean--with only some candy wrappers and textbooks from last semester to indicate a teenager drives it regularly.]
I was just using it as a phrase. It's probably more than half.
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Yeah? ...We meeting anyone where we're going, or...?
[or is it just them?]
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Why, do you want me to invite anyone?
[and now the car's in drive, much like this new adventure. he pulls forward through the open spot in front of them, and away they go...]
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[but he is tapping away at the screen of his phone right away, and it's not to text his parents. it might be to inform his cousin that he's being driven away by a near-stranger, or just to give the appearance that he is lazily a ease with this whole turn of events.]
That would be a sucky date.
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so whatever he was about to say gets ruined by an undignified sputter, followed by an incredulous laugh that causes them to drift closer and closer to the center of the road...]
It's not a date, obviously. [he tugs the steering wheel back to the left, aligning them with a gentle jolt.] Can't two attractive, charismatic teenage boys go eat burgers without it being gay?
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