The entire morning had been, to sum it up collectively, disasteriffic for Ricky Callahan. He'd woken up late, been tardy for his homeroom class (which is something you just don't do with a nazi of a teacher like Mr. Duana), and now, came to realize that he'd forgotten both his lunch and any extra cash to purchase a lunch. In the long run though, it didn't really seem to matter, because after the events that had unfolded this morning, Ricky didn't have much of an appetite anyway. He sighed to himself lightly before shutting his locker door.
That was when he saw her.
The blonde girl that, in the words of a corny pick-up line, "ran through his mind so much her feet must be hurting", was there, right down the hallway, talking to a group of girls by her locker. A light smile formed on the hispanic boy's features as he reopened his locker, so as not to appear conspicuous, and continued to watch in mild curiosity. It should be so easy. After all, it isn't that hard to walk up to someone and tell them you like them, right?
Ricky supposed he could resort to the tactics used back in grade school... the proverbial note that stated "Do you like me? Yes or no? Circle one." Ricky smirked at the thought. Somehow, that tactic stopped working somewhere in between elementary and high school, and he couldn't help but think that it was a damned shame. He continued to watch the blonde-headed girl lightly, he being just far enough out of earshot that he didn't seem to be intruding on the ongoing conversation between Whitney, Lexie Williams, Michaela Griffin, and Jennifer Todd.
Inevitably another girl approached and Jennifer and Michaela trailed off behind the Arab-esque girl. Lexie, too, momentarily said her goodbyes and headed off in the direction of the lunchroom. Whitney was still aimlessly rummaging through her locker as though in search of something. Inevitably, Ricky shut his own and began meandering down the hallway, also headed toward the lunchroom. About that time, Whitney too shut the door to her locker and turned around, just in time to make eye contact with the hispanic boy.
"Hey," she stated simply, a light smile forming on her features.
"Hey..." he responded with a nod.
And that was it. Whitney headed the opposite direction of the boy, clearly not heading toward the lunchroom, and Ricky continued on his way, inwardly kicking himself for the lack of interaction that had gone on between the two. It was stupid, really, and pretty immature to still be afraid of girls. It wasn't so much Whitney Acosta that he found intimidating. Rather, the myths and lore that surrounded her were what pushed him away -- rumors about her uptight father, rumors about her haughtiness toward men -- although Ricky told himself they were just rumors and nothing more, he found himself allowing them to drift into his mind.
He continued to drag along the hallway toward the lunchroom, his shoulders sagging slightly but it being almost unnoticeable underneath the blue hoodie. Lost in his own world of thoughts, Ricky was visibly startled as teammate Eric Silvstedt walked up behind him and smacked him in the shoulder, a grin quickly collecting on the redheaded boy's features. Ricky grinned back, the bad interaction from earlier starting to dissolve in his mind.
"Duana made you look like an idiot," Eric stated smugly.
"Pretty much," Ricky chimed, "By the time they issued me a tardy slip and everything, it was too late to go back to class anyway, it was almost over. To tell you the truth, I'm pretty glad. I didn't want to have to interrupt his class twice in one day, he'd probably flunk me for the fun of it."
Eric cackled a bit at the thought of it. That'd definitely something for the headlines. Ricky Callahan, Honor Society Member, Flunked for Tardiness. Well, maybe it was sort of stupid. Eric continued to tag along with Ricky as the two headed toward the lunchroom. Ricky only had one thing on his mind now, that being food, but Eric's thoughts were somewhere else entirely. Friday night, something big had started at Benson's Grill between himself and Matthias Kovalenko.
Eric had promised Matthias that today would be his first day in hell after the incident, and Eric fully intended to make it happen. In fact, that was the only reason the redheaded boy was venturing toward the lunch room. He was hoping to see the lanky Kovalenko boy within. In fact, he was looking forward to seeing him inside. Eric could just imagine walking up behind him and shoving him down into a tray full of food. Matthias had it coming, after all. Rumor had it that the arrogant prick had gone around telling everyone that he had won the fight against Eric.
Yeah, right.
Whether or not rumor was true, even though it probably wasn't, Eric fully intended not just to call him on it, but to show him who was boss. Matthias had it coming, and as far as he was concerned, so did the Acosta bimbo who had broken up the fight in the first place. In fact, had she not been surrounded by a herd of girls at her locker, Eric had fully intended on confronting her about stepping in and interferring with the events at Benson's. However, Jennifer and company had made that impossible... for the moment. Ricky, who was walking ahead of Eric, pushed the doors to the cafeteria open, and Eric followed en suite, the smug smile never wavering from his features.
For Whom the (Lunch) Bell Tolls
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For Whom the (Lunch) Bell Tolls
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Mary-Anne saw the two boys making their way down the hall. They were both tall and broad, and Mary was pretty sure she recognized one of them. There wasn't anyone else around worth talking to, so she approached them from behind. Half jogging through the crowd, Mary pushed her way passed a few people to make her way to the two boys. Energetically, she bobbed and weaved through the crowd till she was right behind the two of them.
She had always got along better with the boys then any of the girls. While all the girls were playing with their dolls, Mary would be fighting with boys in the sandbox. She had always though of herself as one of the guys, and most of the guys thought of her in the same way. Not too long ago, if fact, Mary punched a Bathurst boy in the teeth for reminding her of her femininity.
A loose strand hair worked its way front of Mary's brow. She whipped it back into her bun in frustration. She would cut it if her mom and dad would let her. It just got into the way of everything, but she had to keep some semblance of her feminine features. In her typical muscle shirt and shorts, like she was wearing today, Mary looked nothing like a lady, a fact that had always upset her father.
"Hey boys," Mary put a hand on each of their broad shoulders. "What's up?"
Mary leaned in, so that her face was directly between Eric and Ricky. She had talked to Ricky many times, being that they both shared a Hispanic origin, and that he seemed like a good boy, but Mary had never really trusted Eric. In some ways he reminded Mary too much of herself. They both had a temper and neither of them took shit from anybody, but all in the same Eric was loyal, just as Mary was, to his friends and his family. Fiercely loyal. Mary, loved to compete with Eric, just because he didn't back down when he knew he was facing a girl. Eric was one of those guys who would try even harder to come out on top when he was competing against the opposite sex. For all of these reasons, Eric and Mary had clashed before over the years, but neither of them had let it escalate too far.
A knowing smirk crossed Mary's face. She wasn't eager to start a fight with Eric, she was genuinely curious about what happened.
"Hey, Eric," she had heard the rumours around the school. "I heard you beat down that Matthias kid."
She was careful with her words. The rumour was the Mathias won, but she was giving Eric the benefit of the doubt. Matthias was a pretty small kid after all.
She had always got along better with the boys then any of the girls. While all the girls were playing with their dolls, Mary would be fighting with boys in the sandbox. She had always though of herself as one of the guys, and most of the guys thought of her in the same way. Not too long ago, if fact, Mary punched a Bathurst boy in the teeth for reminding her of her femininity.
A loose strand hair worked its way front of Mary's brow. She whipped it back into her bun in frustration. She would cut it if her mom and dad would let her. It just got into the way of everything, but she had to keep some semblance of her feminine features. In her typical muscle shirt and shorts, like she was wearing today, Mary looked nothing like a lady, a fact that had always upset her father.
"Hey boys," Mary put a hand on each of their broad shoulders. "What's up?"
Mary leaned in, so that her face was directly between Eric and Ricky. She had talked to Ricky many times, being that they both shared a Hispanic origin, and that he seemed like a good boy, but Mary had never really trusted Eric. In some ways he reminded Mary too much of herself. They both had a temper and neither of them took shit from anybody, but all in the same Eric was loyal, just as Mary was, to his friends and his family. Fiercely loyal. Mary, loved to compete with Eric, just because he didn't back down when he knew he was facing a girl. Eric was one of those guys who would try even harder to come out on top when he was competing against the opposite sex. For all of these reasons, Eric and Mary had clashed before over the years, but neither of them had let it escalate too far.
A knowing smirk crossed Mary's face. She wasn't eager to start a fight with Eric, she was genuinely curious about what happened.
"Hey, Eric," she had heard the rumours around the school. "I heard you beat down that Matthias kid."
She was careful with her words. The rumour was the Mathias won, but she was giving Eric the benefit of the doubt. Matthias was a pretty small kid after all.
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Ricky's line of vision trailed to the site as he felt a somewhat delicate hand resting on his shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the girl who had effectively wedged herself in between himself and Eric, and he couldn't help but smile a bit as the voice of Mary-Anne Robinson rang out in the hallway. There weren't many people that Ricky Callahan considered true friends here at Franklyn Senior, but he and Mary talked quite often, and he could genuinely say he enjoyed her company.
"Hey," he stated simply to the bouncy girl.
Eric, meanwhile, watched her out of the corner of his eye with a bit of subdued curiosity. A light grin formed on his features as she spoke out. He and Mary-Anne competed quite often, and in truth Eric found it refreshing to know a girl that could actually give him a run for his money in the athletics department -- in fact, Mary could dance circles around him on the basketball court, and because of her natural athleticism, Eric wasn't afraid to admit that -- well, he wasn't afraid to admit that to himself, anyway.
It wasn't so much her greeting that caught either of the boy's attention as it was the next statement that escaped her lips. At the mention of the fight at Benson's on Friday night, Eric's face twisted into a proud grin. Ricky, meanwhile, tensed up a bit at the mention of the incident. It really was amazing that Whitney'd bothered to address him at all after the incidents that had unfolded. From her perspective, it must've looked like Ricky had been helping Eric's endeavors.
Perhaps Matthias had actually vouched for him? That was the thought that popped into Ricky's mind. If someone hadn't explained to her what had happened, wouldn't she have simply brushed past him moments ago? His shoulders sagged slightly as the trio continued down the hallway. Now, he simply felt guilty. He felt guilty about the fact that Eric was out for blood -- Matthias's blood -- and that in a way, he and Mary-Anne were both escorting Eric to Matt's imminent execution.
Of course, Ricky didn't dare voice these thoughts. Instead, Eric was the one to speak up, still wearing a proud grin across his features.
"He deserved it," Eric boasted, "His baby sister had to get out there and stand up for him. It really was pathetic. What kind of loser has to have some little kid fight his battles for him? It's just a damned shame I didn't get to finish what I started."
"Hm," Ricky muttered quietly.
Eric didn't seem to take notice of the fact that Ricky was rather uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. Either that, or he didn't care. The truth was that Eric hadn't really noticed, he was far too caught up in bragging about the fight to note his friend's reactions to his comments. In a way, Ricky was glad that Whitney had stepped in. Ricky was also glad that Danielle Tysl had stepped in and ushered them off the property. If Eric hadn't had so much working against him, things had the potential to get very ugly.
Then again, he was certain that Matthias could stand up for himself. From the few minutes that the two had fought it out in front of Benson's, Matthias had definitely proven he could hold his own, at least to Ricky. Eric, however, had written the scenario out a lot differently in his mind. He'd retold it so many times in an exaggerated fashion that to him, his warped recollection of the events was what had actually happened. He'd convinced himself of it, just like he'd convinced himself that he had won the fight.
"I don't like that kid at all," Eric reiterated, "He pisses me off. He pussied out last time and had a bunch of girls gang up on me so he could get out of there, but it's not over yet. Just wait till I see that little prick today, I'm gonna kick his ass ten times over just for sicking his attack-dog of a little sister and his bimbo girlfriend on me."
Ricky wanted to voice his opinion at that very moment. He wanted to tell Eric off. He wanted to tell Eric that had Whitney, Jodeen, and Danielle not broken up the fight that Matt probably would've stomped his ass into the ground. He wanted to tell Eric that Whitney was far from being a "bimbo", and that Matt's "attack-dog" probably could've given him one hell of an asswhooping had she the mind to. Instead, Ricky Callahan... kept quiet. Instead, he meandered down the hallway with Mary-Anne and Eric, letting the braggart of a redhead do all the talking and regale Mary with his warped tale of clouded events.
Ricky's line of vision trailed to the site as he felt a somewhat delicate hand resting on his shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the girl who had effectively wedged herself in between himself and Eric, and he couldn't help but smile a bit as the voice of Mary-Anne Robinson rang out in the hallway. There weren't many people that Ricky Callahan considered true friends here at Franklyn Senior, but he and Mary talked quite often, and he could genuinely say he enjoyed her company.
"Hey," he stated simply to the bouncy girl.
Eric, meanwhile, watched her out of the corner of his eye with a bit of subdued curiosity. A light grin formed on his features as she spoke out. He and Mary-Anne competed quite often, and in truth Eric found it refreshing to know a girl that could actually give him a run for his money in the athletics department -- in fact, Mary could dance circles around him on the basketball court, and because of her natural athleticism, Eric wasn't afraid to admit that -- well, he wasn't afraid to admit that to himself, anyway.
It wasn't so much her greeting that caught either of the boy's attention as it was the next statement that escaped her lips. At the mention of the fight at Benson's on Friday night, Eric's face twisted into a proud grin. Ricky, meanwhile, tensed up a bit at the mention of the incident. It really was amazing that Whitney'd bothered to address him at all after the incidents that had unfolded. From her perspective, it must've looked like Ricky had been helping Eric's endeavors.
Perhaps Matthias had actually vouched for him? That was the thought that popped into Ricky's mind. If someone hadn't explained to her what had happened, wouldn't she have simply brushed past him moments ago? His shoulders sagged slightly as the trio continued down the hallway. Now, he simply felt guilty. He felt guilty about the fact that Eric was out for blood -- Matthias's blood -- and that in a way, he and Mary-Anne were both escorting Eric to Matt's imminent execution.
Of course, Ricky didn't dare voice these thoughts. Instead, Eric was the one to speak up, still wearing a proud grin across his features.
"He deserved it," Eric boasted, "His baby sister had to get out there and stand up for him. It really was pathetic. What kind of loser has to have some little kid fight his battles for him? It's just a damned shame I didn't get to finish what I started."
"Hm," Ricky muttered quietly.
Eric didn't seem to take notice of the fact that Ricky was rather uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. Either that, or he didn't care. The truth was that Eric hadn't really noticed, he was far too caught up in bragging about the fight to note his friend's reactions to his comments. In a way, Ricky was glad that Whitney had stepped in. Ricky was also glad that Danielle Tysl had stepped in and ushered them off the property. If Eric hadn't had so much working against him, things had the potential to get very ugly.
Then again, he was certain that Matthias could stand up for himself. From the few minutes that the two had fought it out in front of Benson's, Matthias had definitely proven he could hold his own, at least to Ricky. Eric, however, had written the scenario out a lot differently in his mind. He'd retold it so many times in an exaggerated fashion that to him, his warped recollection of the events was what had actually happened. He'd convinced himself of it, just like he'd convinced himself that he had won the fight.
"I don't like that kid at all," Eric reiterated, "He pisses me off. He pussied out last time and had a bunch of girls gang up on me so he could get out of there, but it's not over yet. Just wait till I see that little prick today, I'm gonna kick his ass ten times over just for sicking his attack-dog of a little sister and his bimbo girlfriend on me."
Ricky wanted to voice his opinion at that very moment. He wanted to tell Eric off. He wanted to tell Eric that had Whitney, Jodeen, and Danielle not broken up the fight that Matt probably would've stomped his ass into the ground. He wanted to tell Eric that Whitney was far from being a "bimbo", and that Matt's "attack-dog" probably could've given him one hell of an asswhooping had she the mind to. Instead, Ricky Callahan... kept quiet. Instead, he meandered down the hallway with Mary-Anne and Eric, letting the braggart of a redhead do all the talking and regale Mary with his warped tale of clouded events.
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Mary-Anne listened to Eric's tale from the night before. She didn't buy all of it, but she bought into more of it than she should have. She laughed as Eric didn't fail to spare the gory details. She loved a good scrap, sometimes Mary wished that girls could just fight things out and get it over with.
To Mary, both of the boys had been good friends over the years, and she would hate to see either of them lose a fight to a kid like Matthias. It was the actual fighting Mary had admired, it was another competition after all. Mary wasn't really one to consider the emotional baggage that might happen to be attached to this. For her, after the blow-out, it was all over. She was never one to hold a grudge after a fight, and there had been more then one, so why should anyone else?
Ricky's lack of interest sent a message to Mary. A message that there was some sort of 'baggage' behind this one. That some things were best left unsaid. Still, Mary didn't acknowledge this. She liked Ricky, and she was sure she could empathize in some way or another, but she let Eric flesh out the tale in his fashion.
When Eric described the attack of a bunch of girls Mary couldn't help but let out a good natured chuckle. Mary didn't have a great opinion of many of the Franklyn girls, who to her, fell into the 'girlie-girl' stereotype. Nevertheless, there were a few she could respect. Plus the notion that the bulky Eric had been in anyway hampered by a gaggle of gals was amusing enough.
"A bunch of girls?" Mary paused and scoffed in disapproval. "You've gotta be kidding?"
Interesting as it was, Mary was a girl of now. Time to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"So," Mary turned between the subdued Ricky and the boisterous Eric. The two played off one another well, she thought, even though Ricky sometimes seemed on another level all by himself. "Where are we going now then?"
Her hand remained firm on both the boys' shoulders. Spontaneously, Mary pushed herself up using both of the boys' shoulders as support. She scouted ahead for anything or anybody interesting. She let herself back down into her wedge between the two.
"Got anything interesting in mind?"
))Mary-Anne listened to Eric's tale from the night before. She didn't buy all of it, but she bought into more of it than she should have. She laughed as Eric didn't fail to spare the gory details. She loved a good scrap, sometimes Mary wished that girls could just fight things out and get it over with.
To Mary, both of the boys had been good friends over the years, and she would hate to see either of them lose a fight to a kid like Matthias. It was the actual fighting Mary had admired, it was another competition after all. Mary wasn't really one to consider the emotional baggage that might happen to be attached to this. For her, after the blow-out, it was all over. She was never one to hold a grudge after a fight, and there had been more then one, so why should anyone else?
Ricky's lack of interest sent a message to Mary. A message that there was some sort of 'baggage' behind this one. That some things were best left unsaid. Still, Mary didn't acknowledge this. She liked Ricky, and she was sure she could empathize in some way or another, but she let Eric flesh out the tale in his fashion.
When Eric described the attack of a bunch of girls Mary couldn't help but let out a good natured chuckle. Mary didn't have a great opinion of many of the Franklyn girls, who to her, fell into the 'girlie-girl' stereotype. Nevertheless, there were a few she could respect. Plus the notion that the bulky Eric had been in anyway hampered by a gaggle of gals was amusing enough.
"A bunch of girls?" Mary paused and scoffed in disapproval. "You've gotta be kidding?"
Interesting as it was, Mary was a girl of now. Time to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"So," Mary turned between the subdued Ricky and the boisterous Eric. The two played off one another well, she thought, even though Ricky sometimes seemed on another level all by himself. "Where are we going now then?"
Her hand remained firm on both the boys' shoulders. Spontaneously, Mary pushed herself up using both of the boys' shoulders as support. She scouted ahead for anything or anybody interesting. She let herself back down into her wedge between the two.
"Got anything interesting in mind?"
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Women are a lot different from men when it comes to fighting. With girls, if they ever come to blows, they proceed to beat the living hell out of one another -- usually one on one -- and then resume their lives after completely disregarding the fight. Men, on the other hand... it's all a matter of pride. The storyteller is always the one to take on the "biggest guy there", for starters, and if they lose the fight, it's because the other side "didn't fight fair".
That lead to grudges, and there were always grudges. Men just can't seem to let things die. After the fight, they go around bragging about their accomplishments like resorting to blows with another human being is something to be proud of. Word gets around that they're "talking shit" about the other guy, and it escalates into another fight. Thus, the cycle of life continues.
Of course, Eric Silvstedt was no exception to this rule. In fact, Eric was purposely talking trash about the Kovalenko boy simply to provoke Matthias into another fight -- a fight he was sure he'd win the second time around, given that there was no interference this time. When Mary changed the subject from Friday night to the present, Eric frowned a bit. Ricky, however, seemed to light up. He was quite thankful to be off the subject of the fight.
"Lunch," Eric stated flatly, "I'm starving."
Ricky let out a good natured chuckle and shrugged his shoulders a bit, "That might be fine for you two, but I was running so late this morning that I forgot my lunch AND my wallet. I might just, you know, pick off your plates a bit or something."
"Dumbass," Eric stated before cracking a grin.
As the lunch room came into view, the smile on Eric Silvstedt's features only widened. This time, though, he felt the need to vocalize his thoughts to his two companions.
"I hope Kovalenko's in here," he muttered, "We've got some unfinished business to settle."
The confrontation was imminent. Eric Silvstedt had his sights locked on one particular target, and come hell or high water, he was going to personally see to it that a confrontation between the two boys was in order. At Eric's remark, Ricky once again sunk his head down slightly. He couldn't help but be a bit relieved that he knew for certain that a certain blonde-headed associate of Matthias Kovalenko's had headed off in the other direction. At least she wouldn't be inside the cafeteria to see the aftermath of Eric's ego trip, because odds are, it wouldn't be pretty.
That lead to grudges, and there were always grudges. Men just can't seem to let things die. After the fight, they go around bragging about their accomplishments like resorting to blows with another human being is something to be proud of. Word gets around that they're "talking shit" about the other guy, and it escalates into another fight. Thus, the cycle of life continues.
Of course, Eric Silvstedt was no exception to this rule. In fact, Eric was purposely talking trash about the Kovalenko boy simply to provoke Matthias into another fight -- a fight he was sure he'd win the second time around, given that there was no interference this time. When Mary changed the subject from Friday night to the present, Eric frowned a bit. Ricky, however, seemed to light up. He was quite thankful to be off the subject of the fight.
"Lunch," Eric stated flatly, "I'm starving."
Ricky let out a good natured chuckle and shrugged his shoulders a bit, "That might be fine for you two, but I was running so late this morning that I forgot my lunch AND my wallet. I might just, you know, pick off your plates a bit or something."
"Dumbass," Eric stated before cracking a grin.
As the lunch room came into view, the smile on Eric Silvstedt's features only widened. This time, though, he felt the need to vocalize his thoughts to his two companions.
"I hope Kovalenko's in here," he muttered, "We've got some unfinished business to settle."
The confrontation was imminent. Eric Silvstedt had his sights locked on one particular target, and come hell or high water, he was going to personally see to it that a confrontation between the two boys was in order. At Eric's remark, Ricky once again sunk his head down slightly. He couldn't help but be a bit relieved that he knew for certain that a certain blonde-headed associate of Matthias Kovalenko's had headed off in the other direction. At least she wouldn't be inside the cafeteria to see the aftermath of Eric's ego trip, because odds are, it wouldn't be pretty.
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"Yeah," Mary patted her stomach. "I could go for some food. That sounds like a plan."
Mary looked at the two boys and grinned as Ricky mentioned that he forgot any means for getting food back at home. Such a smart guy but he can't remember his lunch.
"Don't worry, smart-boy" Mary reached into her back pocket and produced her wallet. "I got you covered." She swatted at his ear with her wallet playfully. Hauling boxes around the docks spare-time isn't a great paying job, but at least she has spare change for these kinds of situations, and she doesn't have to wear a humiliating yellow and red uniform. She keep a little as spending money and put the rest into savings. She didn't mind giving the money to Ricky, he was a friend after all, and what else was she going to spend it on?
A knowing grin crossed Mary's face as Eric once again mention Kovalenko. In one hand she figured Eric should just drop it already, but in the other hand it could make for an exciting lunch hour. Still, better not let Eric get ahead of himself.
"Come on," Mary rubbed Eric's head like he was a small child getting into trouble. "Drop it already. I'm sure the kid's suffered enough."
The cafeteria was bustling, Mary always like it when it was busy, she could throw a few elbows and she also had a better chance of seeing someone she might know.
Mary looked at the two boys and grinned as Ricky mentioned that he forgot any means for getting food back at home. Such a smart guy but he can't remember his lunch.
"Don't worry, smart-boy" Mary reached into her back pocket and produced her wallet. "I got you covered." She swatted at his ear with her wallet playfully. Hauling boxes around the docks spare-time isn't a great paying job, but at least she has spare change for these kinds of situations, and she doesn't have to wear a humiliating yellow and red uniform. She keep a little as spending money and put the rest into savings. She didn't mind giving the money to Ricky, he was a friend after all, and what else was she going to spend it on?
A knowing grin crossed Mary's face as Eric once again mention Kovalenko. In one hand she figured Eric should just drop it already, but in the other hand it could make for an exciting lunch hour. Still, better not let Eric get ahead of himself.
"Come on," Mary rubbed Eric's head like he was a small child getting into trouble. "Drop it already. I'm sure the kid's suffered enough."
The cafeteria was bustling, Mary always like it when it was busy, she could throw a few elbows and she also had a better chance of seeing someone she might know.
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The cafeteria was full of life as students sat and ate their lunches; it was also loud as they conversed amongst themselves pretty much all at the same time. Out of all the takes, some packed so tightly with chairs and students that chairs were taken from adjacent tables so that all the cliques could be together without anyone being left out, a table toward the center stood out as there was one boy sitting with a plate of lasagna and steamed broccoli in front of him and a bottle of Mountain Dew tucked against it to the side. No one was sitting with him...either because they didn't know him that well or he was such an imposing figure that no one dared come close. Attached to his ears were a set of headphones connected to an iPod...but the long blonde hair stood out even more on the boy. That imposing figure belonged to none other than Vesa Turunen...it was not that he wanted to be alone, but the fact that no one had the courage to say hello or sit down with him left him a little down.
When Vesa looked up, he saw the familiar figure and face of Ricky Callahan and smiled. He was one of the few kids that he saw and talked to on a regular basis since he started at Franklyn after coming to America from his native Finland. He also saw a couple girls that he didn't recognized right off the top of his head...and then there he was. Eric Silvestedt...the one kid that he would love nothing more than to beat within an inch of his life...it wasn't that he liked him any more prior to the incident at Benson's the night before. But he was in a good mood as he waited for them to approach, having a hunch that they would come his way, if not just for the simple fact that there was hardly anywhere else to sit.
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When Vesa looked up, he saw the familiar figure and face of Ricky Callahan and smiled. He was one of the few kids that he saw and talked to on a regular basis since he started at Franklyn after coming to America from his native Finland. He also saw a couple girls that he didn't recognized right off the top of his head...and then there he was. Eric Silvestedt...the one kid that he would love nothing more than to beat within an inch of his life...it wasn't that he liked him any more prior to the incident at Benson's the night before. But he was in a good mood as he waited for them to approach, having a hunch that they would come his way, if not just for the simple fact that there was hardly anywhere else to sit.
((OOC: Sorry, but I have to get going to work now...if I didn't have to be in at 5, it'd be a lot longer. Hope to pick up on this when I get home!))
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lovebirdjo†
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It was the first day back since the three girl's sleepover, and Lee-Ann Collier hadn't the slightest clue as to where either girl might have been during lunch. Usually the blonde took to the courtyard to read a book, but on this particular day, she was rather unhappy, which led to her wanting food. Grabbing her satchel, the spectacled female walked slowly towards the dreaded cafeteria. She hadn't been there save for a few random times, and it looked intimidating. The girl wasn't very fond of large crowds, and with her being somewhat of a nobody, it made it all the worse. Careful to dart her eyes to the left frequently, she moved around numerous groups of people before hurrying to the inevitably long lunch line. Lee-Ann found herself at the end of a short line standing on a blank white wall as more students filed into place behind her, turning her end into a middle.
She had chosen today to wear something a little out of her normal style. For one, she was wearing black. Lee-Ann hated black. It screamed blank and cold, two things she certainly wasn't. Of course, she was rather emotional and she could be solemn quite a bit, but that didn't mean she was some sort of heartless being that didn't want to live. She just had a lot going on. In spite of her enmity of the dark color, the blonde had decided to wear in a sort of remembrance; in memory of Jan and her. So, maybe she was being a little dramatic. It wasn't like the two were technically dating, but she had just kissed him, and so she found herself lost in her thoughts yet again instead of paying attention to the happenings in the line.
Just a few days ago, before the confusion at Marimar's sleepover, Jan had kissed her. She began to think of the gentle pressure he had placed on her lips, and how funny it was that she was getting butterflies after that same meeting. She replayed the memory several times in her head, slowing it down and thinking moreso about his eyes and how they had brightened as he leaned down. She thought about his hair, and how it had fallen into his face. As she fell into a mindset of courtly love, she failed to notice the angry faces behind her. In her thoughts, she hadn't moved an inch, and noone was able to move past her due to a railing placed to stop cuts.
Obliviously, Lee-Ann giggled slightly and touched her lips. If she tried hard enough, she could still smell his distinct scent. There was sweat from football, minty freshness from his breath, and something else; a a faint hint of cinnamon. It made her blush the way she was thinking about him. Someone she didn't know, a jock from the looks of it, began to get angry and yell at her, but she barely heard him. Instead, she kept the image in her mind and smiled. It was only when the boy decided to call her a dreaded nickname that she broke away from her thoughts.
"Hey! Bessie! Get out of the way, some of us are hungry and if you get there first it'll all be gone. So moooooooooooooooove!" the jock called out to her, a multitude of the students in the cafeteria having stopped to watch the confrontation unfold. The last word he elongated, forcing the cow sound that had haunted her for the longest time when she was younger. The name Bessie wasn't something extremely creative, nor did it particularly make Lee-Ann cry anymore, but instead it kind of made her flinch and turn around. Hurrying forward, she found her place in line again at the long metal kitchen island. Grabbing a salad and some milk, she walked quickly over to the lunch lady preparing to take her money. Thankfully, she had done this fast enough to avoid the big-mouthed jock who humiliated her. On the other hand, the majority of the people that were in the cafeteria blatantly stared at the blonde and whispered. She knew they were talking about her, and it made her nervous. Instead of taking her food to a table, she kept walking out the door; heading for the courtyard.
Aside from a "Moo!" here and there, she made it to the large garden without any major issues. Just a few days ago she had been out here for the Butterfly Club's meeting. Of course, Lee-Ann hadn't stayed the full time, so there were probably more people there later on. At the moment though, only a few people idly doing something along the lines of homework, reading, writing, or drawing sat on the grass or at one of the four picnic tables set up. Choosing the empty table, Lee-Ann sat down and returned to her thoughts as she ate the cold, uninviting assortment of vegetables. She was a little bit upset, but she had escaped the situation unscathed and without tripping. Switching the fork to her left hand, she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. Prepared to eat another bite, the large girl instantly realized that she couldn't see the fork. She began to laugh. Sometimes she forgot that she was going blind, and for that she was thankful. It meant she still had some slight bit of sanity. Her laughs had attracted unwanted attention, and Lee-Ann settled down to silently guffawing at herself. Marimar and Laura were starting to make her feel like a normal teenage girl, although maybe slightly smarter.
She had chosen today to wear something a little out of her normal style. For one, she was wearing black. Lee-Ann hated black. It screamed blank and cold, two things she certainly wasn't. Of course, she was rather emotional and she could be solemn quite a bit, but that didn't mean she was some sort of heartless being that didn't want to live. She just had a lot going on. In spite of her enmity of the dark color, the blonde had decided to wear in a sort of remembrance; in memory of Jan and her. So, maybe she was being a little dramatic. It wasn't like the two were technically dating, but she had just kissed him, and so she found herself lost in her thoughts yet again instead of paying attention to the happenings in the line.
Just a few days ago, before the confusion at Marimar's sleepover, Jan had kissed her. She began to think of the gentle pressure he had placed on her lips, and how funny it was that she was getting butterflies after that same meeting. She replayed the memory several times in her head, slowing it down and thinking moreso about his eyes and how they had brightened as he leaned down. She thought about his hair, and how it had fallen into his face. As she fell into a mindset of courtly love, she failed to notice the angry faces behind her. In her thoughts, she hadn't moved an inch, and noone was able to move past her due to a railing placed to stop cuts.
Obliviously, Lee-Ann giggled slightly and touched her lips. If she tried hard enough, she could still smell his distinct scent. There was sweat from football, minty freshness from his breath, and something else; a a faint hint of cinnamon. It made her blush the way she was thinking about him. Someone she didn't know, a jock from the looks of it, began to get angry and yell at her, but she barely heard him. Instead, she kept the image in her mind and smiled. It was only when the boy decided to call her a dreaded nickname that she broke away from her thoughts.
"Hey! Bessie! Get out of the way, some of us are hungry and if you get there first it'll all be gone. So moooooooooooooooove!" the jock called out to her, a multitude of the students in the cafeteria having stopped to watch the confrontation unfold. The last word he elongated, forcing the cow sound that had haunted her for the longest time when she was younger. The name Bessie wasn't something extremely creative, nor did it particularly make Lee-Ann cry anymore, but instead it kind of made her flinch and turn around. Hurrying forward, she found her place in line again at the long metal kitchen island. Grabbing a salad and some milk, she walked quickly over to the lunch lady preparing to take her money. Thankfully, she had done this fast enough to avoid the big-mouthed jock who humiliated her. On the other hand, the majority of the people that were in the cafeteria blatantly stared at the blonde and whispered. She knew they were talking about her, and it made her nervous. Instead of taking her food to a table, she kept walking out the door; heading for the courtyard.
Aside from a "Moo!" here and there, she made it to the large garden without any major issues. Just a few days ago she had been out here for the Butterfly Club's meeting. Of course, Lee-Ann hadn't stayed the full time, so there were probably more people there later on. At the moment though, only a few people idly doing something along the lines of homework, reading, writing, or drawing sat on the grass or at one of the four picnic tables set up. Choosing the empty table, Lee-Ann sat down and returned to her thoughts as she ate the cold, uninviting assortment of vegetables. She was a little bit upset, but she had escaped the situation unscathed and without tripping. Switching the fork to her left hand, she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. Prepared to eat another bite, the large girl instantly realized that she couldn't see the fork. She began to laugh. Sometimes she forgot that she was going blind, and for that she was thankful. It meant she still had some slight bit of sanity. Her laughs had attracted unwanted attention, and Lee-Ann settled down to silently guffawing at herself. Marimar and Laura were starting to make her feel like a normal teenage girl, although maybe slightly smarter.
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Strawberry Prince†
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"Lee-Ann there you are!" Marimar sat down at the empty table where Lee-Ann was eating her lunch. Lunch at Franklyn was something new to Marimar. Back at the cottage all she ate was fresh fish caught from the sea as well as little scraplings of fruit and vegetables that she stole from the food marts. The Cafeteria here at Franklyn was like a feast for her. However the little mermaid didn't pig out as expected she only got what was neccesary to her tastes.
On her tray was a chicken noodle soup, and next to that was a garden salad topped with bluecheese. Her drink which was a a bottle of Dasani water rested on her tray along with the arrangements of plastic forks and a couple napkins. It was sunny day at Franklyn Senior and everything hustled and bustled as usual.
Marimar was a bit excited, today there would be another Butterfly Club meeting. Today the group would go on a hunt to see and observe butterflys in the park. It was something Marimar greatly looked foreward to. Other than that it was a normal day. School carried on as it normally did, most students hated school but not the sea princess. She loved school, she never got an oppertunity to actually go to school until her grandfather got a high paying job. It was something that Marimar was extremely thankful for.
"So how are you! I hope that website I gave you helped." she said with a smile as she started to toss her garden salad with her pearly white plastic fork. A salad is no good unless you mix it with a designated dressing. In this case bluecheese. "Are you ready for todays meeting? I can't wait!"
On her tray was a chicken noodle soup, and next to that was a garden salad topped with bluecheese. Her drink which was a a bottle of Dasani water rested on her tray along with the arrangements of plastic forks and a couple napkins. It was sunny day at Franklyn Senior and everything hustled and bustled as usual.
Marimar was a bit excited, today there would be another Butterfly Club meeting. Today the group would go on a hunt to see and observe butterflys in the park. It was something Marimar greatly looked foreward to. Other than that it was a normal day. School carried on as it normally did, most students hated school but not the sea princess. She loved school, she never got an oppertunity to actually go to school until her grandfather got a high paying job. It was something that Marimar was extremely thankful for.
"So how are you! I hope that website I gave you helped." she said with a smile as she started to toss her garden salad with her pearly white plastic fork. A salad is no good unless you mix it with a designated dressing. In this case bluecheese. "Are you ready for todays meeting? I can't wait!"
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