Fuck. The only people JJ saw in the cafeteria were ones he didn't know- asides from a few people he'd been at parties with a couple of times. Frankie Fiametta was one of the ones he spotted first- she was looking through her backpack for something. Girl was a fucking burnout, though; there was no po...

Ugh... what time was it? JJ looked down, and saw the bright green numbers displayed on his alarm clock: 8:54 am. Motherfucker... he had set it for 9:30! He had meant to set it for 7:30... give him a nice half an hour to take a quick shower, get dressed, head over to the school in his car, and have ...

"Ah, fuck working out."

JJ walked out of the gym.

((JJ Sturn continued in Decisions, Decisions)

((JJ Sturn continued from Pumping Iron )) JJ walked into the library. Prom votes, huh? When he had been younger, JJ had always wanted to be the Prom King. It meant you were the most popular kid in the school, the one who everybody looked up to. Plus, the Prom Queen was always sure to be somebody pre...

It was funny. JJ was pretty sure that what she had just said was important, but it seemed as if he had only caught certain parts of it. "Self-serving", "pervert", "asshole"... those were some of the words that stuck in his head. ...So that was the fucking way it was? Th...

JJ blinked. .... WHAT?! She turned down me? And not even a no... An "I'm busy." Who the FUCK did she think she was? JJ felt the heat rising to his cheeks, and his hand began to shake. No. Do not get angry now. If you explode, there's really no chance. JJ struggled to restrain his voice, lo...

She's ignoring me. It wasn't a question. or a thought. It was a statement, a declaration, a fact. Why? He hadn't done anything to her. Hell, he hadn't even met her up until now. The least she could do is give him a response. He looked up, and saw her smiling back at him. "You know... if you wa...

"Hmm... You know what, surprise me." JJ said. His mind was on another issue altogether- he was trying to think of who the girl was. He knew she was someone from his school... he had seen her once or twice before, passing by him in a hallway. But until now, he'd never actually gotten a good...

Girls - all I really want is girls! And in the morning it's girls! Cause in the evening it's girls! What time was it? Nine? Ten? It couldn't be later than ten... JJ Sturn looked at the clock, and was surprised to see that it was nearly 11:15. That party must have taken awhile... JJ had gotten there...

She's too cute... Mike smiled as he watched Riley's reaction to his question. First it was utter surprise, her mouth gaping wide in an expression usually reserved for Sunday morning cartoons. Then she blushed, closing her mouth and looking away from Mike. Mike felt the seconds tick by, but he was h...

Mike smiled as he heard Riley get into her little rant about alcohol. 'Piss strained through a gym sock'? Oh, please. The stuff she drank was basically ice cream with a little bit of alcohol poured over the top. Jack's, on the other hand- when you drank it, you know you were drinking alcohol. Riley ...

"Julian... wait." JJ turned towards Julian, took one final smoke, and then threw his cigarette on the ground. Julian was right... fuck him to hell, but he was right. JJ was taking his emotions out on other people. And JJ would rather fucking slap Claire Lambert in the face than hide behind...

"Yeah I'm ... sure you didn't." Oh, shoot... I got to fix this. But how? I can't... I don't know her! What could I say that would make her happy? Maybe I could j- No, that wouldn't work. Maybe if I-- Wait, no that wouldn't work either. Oh, shoot, I'm no good at this! ...I guess I'll just h...

JJ looked at Julian, listening to his little speech. About choices, and improving yourself. It was corny as all fuck- but then again, a lot of things Julian said were. He wanted to be helpful, but oftentimes he turned out way too preachy. Julian finished his speech, making a joke and putting his han...

Hehe... Ah, Riley gives it just as well as she takes it. Mike kept one hand on the wheel, and with the other he reached into his pocket. He felt his cell phone, his iPod- ah, there it was. A large wad of bills- mostly 20s and 10s, but there were a few 5s. It was folded, of course. Mike always kept ...