Highschool // AU

[birdsbirdsbirds]

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.

Comments

[heresyandlace]

[whether Tek is wondering at all why he's being invited along like a friend, or taking note of the nature or significance of the vehicle, is hard to tell. he's just so good at pretending to belong exactly where he's at when he's playing his games, he saunters up as if it's his own car. and Robin has only encouraged the whole thing by being an excellent and willing player himself.

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?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh... What? Don't make me get specific...

[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.

[heresyandlace]

[are you kidding? like he isn't always eager for an excuse to make his mothers worry. he should probably call them and let them know that he's not coming home right from school, but he decisively buckles his seatbelt instead.]

Yeah? ...We meeting anyone where we're going, or...?

[or is it just them?]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin just shrugs his shoulders, buckling his own seatbelt as the safety alarm starts to chime.]

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...]

[heresyandlace]

No.

[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.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[somehow, he hadn't foreseen the "date" card getting pulled on him.

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?

[heresyandlace]

[he automatically puts a hand out against the door to brace himself when the car does its subtle swerving dance, though he doesn't lift his eyes from his phone.]

I don't think so. It really sounds like a date to me.

[his phone buzzes with a returned text, and he smiles triumphantly at the screen before continuing.]

You're buying, right?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Well, it's not a date.

[as if that would end the whole conversation. as if he thought he was actually going to get the final word in on anything. ever.]

But I guess I'll buy, yeah. Seems fair.

[thankfully for everyone in the car, this particular place is only about six blocks from the school--they're already halfway there. Robin takes his eyes away from the road just a little longer than he should to try and look over at Tek's phone.]

Who're you texting?