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Post by sydney grace clarke on Feb 28, 2011 22:56:10 GMT -4
yet another day of high school and yet another day of classes that sydney had no interest in. the only classes that she cared about had to be her art classes but unfortunately she didn't have any of those today. sitting in her calculus class sydney was too busy doodling all over her notebook to pay attention to whatever it was her teacher was teaching. even if sydney didn't pay attention now she was just going to study on her own time so she would be able to ace the test. her father didn't want anything less than an a from her so she had to work hard to keep her grades up. if she started to slack he would stop paying for her art supplies and if that was the case she wouldn't know what to do. as long as she kept the grades he kept the money going. it was an interesting deal between the both of them but it seemed to be working so far so she wasn't ready to do anything to ruin it just yet. her teacher announced they were having a test next class and everyone but sydney began to groan. she was too busy working on a little sketch of a princess in the corner of her paper to really care what he had to say. she knew the material so she wasn't too worried about taking any test. she stopped drawing for a moment when he began to hang out review sheets for them to read. she was trying very hard to not stare at the clock and attempted to stay focused on the review sheet in front of her. picking up her pencil it ran across the paper easily solving the problems in front of her. though once she was done the first page she looked around at everyone who still seemed to be working hard on the first couple of equations. deciding to take a break she began doodling some more and she wished she had her sketch book which was currently in her locker. after what seemed like forever the bell finally rang and sydney was free of math class.
leaving the class room sydney breathed a sigh of relief glad to finally be out of that room. she had science next and she wasn't sure she would be able to handle that class today. walking over to her locker sydney put her books away and grabbed her sketch book and decided to skip and find somewhere quiet she would be able to sketch. walking through the halls she couldn't decide where she could go that wouldn't have any interruptions and wouldn't have people asking her questions into why she wasn't in class. she wondered the halls until she saw the auditorium. it was almost always empty so sydney found a way inside. making her way through the auditorium she decided to seat herself in a random chair in the corner of the place. even if someone entered they probably wouldn't notice sydney all the way there. she would probably have enough time to make her way out before a teacher caught here in here. sydney had no idea how her dad would react if he had found out she was skipping class but she knew it would be everything but good and so she had to be careful. he would probably end up lecturing her for the longest time and would keep her from doing any art that was for sure. he could use this as an excuse to get her to stay in her room and study all day not that her grades needed any improvement. making herself comfortable in the chair she raised her legs and set them on top of the seat in front of her. opening her sketch book she just started to sketch for her next big art project that she was hoping to work on. she began softly humming to herself as she slowly and carefully began her sketch.
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Post by lane reid cohen on Mar 10, 2011 21:22:18 GMT -4
 
Today was just not Lane's day. He had gotten out of bed with a pounding headache, and he really wasn't even sure why he had it. There was no real reason for it, because he hadn't gotten drunk or anything the night before, so Lane had settled on blaming his headache on...well, randomness. After trudging through school and making his way through just two classes, Lane had had enough. He just couldn't do it anymore, and had stuffed his books in his locker, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and marched off in the direction of the auditorium. He was just done with it today, and couldn't take all of this school crap anymore. The stress was beginning to eat away at him, and that put on top with the guilt made Lane feel quite crushed. His breathing sped up slightly as he maneuvered through the hallways, and it was only when he shoved through the doors of the auditorium that Lane let his frantic behavior show.
A shudder rippled through him, and Lane let out a slow breath as he tried to contain his sudden anxiety. It happened more often now, especially when he thought of her. If he just closed his eyes and paused for just long enough, he could picture his sister's smiling face and how she's always ask him a stupid question in her innocent tone. Lane desperately wished he could go back and fix everything, starting with how much time he'd spent with his sister. Lane cursed under his breath and slammed his fist against the wall, then let out a heavy sigh and stumbled over to one of the seats. He plopped down, his head tilted back as he stared at the darkened ceiling rather listlessly. Lane let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair, messing up his already shaggy blonde locks. He was slowly cooling down, but there again...
Lane tugged his backpack on his lap, opening the main zipper and then one of the inner compartments. He pulled out the cigarette, something he'd stolen from Shane a day or so ago. Shane hadn't noticed, but there again Lane hadn't expected him to. Lane fished a lighter out from the pocket as well, and wondered how stupid it would be to attempt to smoke this on school property. A rather reckless type of grin spread across his face as he imagined the smoke drifting to the sprinklers, and setting the entire school into panic mode. Lane snorted and began to laugh as he imagined the rush it would give him, and how cool it would be to avoid getting caught. There again, there was a higher chance that he would get caught, but Lane wasn't really thinking of the consequences at the moment. He was more or less thinking about how he just wanted...something. A rush. He didn't like how school felt, and sometimes even with his friends he was distant now.
With a sigh, he was just seconds away from putting the thing to his lips and lighting it, when suddenly he heard the door open. Lane's head whipped over just in time to see a girl stroll in, then plop down in a chair and begin to...hum? He blinked in confusion, wondering what the hell she was doing. He thought for a few moments, and then finally shoved up from the seat and trailed over to her, the curiosity plaguing his brain. Lane stopped a few feet away from her chair, the cigarette still hanging limply from his fingers. "What're you doing?" he asked, probably sounding a bit harsher than he intended.
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Post by sydney grace clarke on Mar 16, 2011 19:31:33 GMT -4
the auditorium was such a quiet place she really had the need to start blasting music throughout the entire thing. there were such large speakers in here if she were to plug into her ipod the ground would probably shake if she made it loud enough. now that would be something she would be up too but she wasn't planning on drawing any attention to herself from the teachers. she thought they would probably confused to why there was music playing when there were no plays scheduled and everyone was suppose to be in class. taking her phone out for a moment she texted one of the girls in class with her and asked her to bring her any work that she may have to do. even though she was skipping sydney wasn't planning on getting behind in the class. her eyes watched her phone as she silently waited for a response and she was happy to read the one that she got. even though most teenagers relied on texting to communicate sydney much rather preferred human contact. she rarely used her cell phone so contacting her was difficult sometimes but every once in a while she checked. sydney was quite disappointed when she realized that she wasn't the only person in here. at first she thought it was a teacher so she was worried that she was going to get caught. it would be quite a shame to get caught right now when she barely had time to actually skip her class. though instead of a teacher a boy around her age was walking towards her and he stopped nearby and looked at her. sydney was surprised at his question considering she could very well ask him the same thing. he was obviously skipping his class too and it was what she was doing too. her eyes flicked to the cigarette he had and then back to him not quite sure what was going on either.
i think a better question is what are you doing with that? she told him motioning to the cigarette in his fingers. sydney was really hoping that he wasn't planning on smoking that inside the building. first of all he would get them both caught for skipping class and being in here and he would be in a heap of trouble if he set off the fire alarms. imagine all that water coming through the sprinkles trying to put out a fire that didn't exist. it would be a waste of water and also a waste of money. sydney definitely didn't like his tone with her but that didn't mean that she was going to leave just because he didn't' want her here. neither of them were supposed to be in here so it wasn't as though he could go and tell on her. leaving also wasn't an option cause they would probably get caught and end up having to serve in detention. detention wasn't an option for sydney because she had art classes after school and if her father found out about her getting in trouble she would probably get grounded and then that would be the end to her barely hanging on social life. looking at the boy for a moment she recognized him from school because he was such a hot topic to gossip about. he definitely seemed to have a way with the ladies and they loved talking about him. sydney wasn't a big fan of gossip so she normally paid no mind to it but he did seem to come up quite alot. he didn't seem like the guy she would associate with so sydney looked away from him and went back to her sketching. she probably wasn't the type of person he would want to be around so she doubted he would bother with her.
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Post by lane reid cohen on Mar 19, 2011 16:41:00 GMT -4
Lane tried to fight back an aggravated sigh as the girl replied to him. She probably wasn't going to let this go now, and it wasn't like Lane could just go and make her leave. Sure, he could probably pick her up and carry her out of there, but he had a feeling that wouldn't do him any good. Lane's gaze drifted to the cigarette he held loosely in his fingertips, and he simply shrugged. It wasn't her business, what he was planning to do, now was it? So what if she wanted it to be her business? Whether or not Lane Cohen was going to screw up his life was his choice, and he wasn't going to let this chick screw up his fun. Besides, that's really all he wanted out of the whole cigarette thing. He just wanted to have a good laugh, even if it would sort of be at the expense of the school and, quite possibly, his parents. Lane was being stupid and reckless, but right then he could've seriously cared less. All of the other people in the world could just go screw themselves for all Lane cared.
"It's called a cigarette. Generally people smoke it," Lane snapped back. He wasn't sure why he was being such a complete dick to her, other than the fact that he was sort of in one of those teenage angst "I hate the world" moods. Lane knew it wasn't fair of him to act like a jerk to this girl who he really didn't know, but whatever. Life wasn't fair. Lane scowled and began to twirl the cigarette between his fingers in a rather absentminded type of way as his thoughts drifted back to Jane. If she would've just been picked up by their parents, everything would've been fine. Lane's scowl deepened as he finally brought his gaze up to look at her. "But seriously though, what're you doing here? Ditching class is generally frowned upon," Lane said, his tone taking on a rather bored drawl.
Dammit, I'm being so stupid, Lane thought, growing more annoyed with himself than anything. He was acting like a big crybaby, and he was doing it in front of some chick. What was her name, anyway? He looked her over, his gaze pausing on the sketchbook she had. Lane couldn't recall her being in any of his classes, but maybe she had been? Maybe she was just one of those people he never noticed? Lane tried to remember, but he had no idea what her name was. He chewed on his lip a bit as he thought of asking her for it. Did he really want to know? Lane wasn't so sure he did. He wondered if she knew him. His arrogance flared suddenly and he snorted; of course she knew him. Everyone in the school who was anyone knew him. "What's your name?" he finally asked.
Lane then decided that standing was definitely not his thing. He strolled over to a seat next to her and plopped down into it. Lane kicked his feet up, resting them on top of the chair in front of his, and turned his head in her direction. He still held the cigarette loosely in his fingers, but now his attention was probably quite a bit more focused on her than the cigarette. Lane sort of figured that maybe he'd use her as a nice distraction, and that way maybe he wouldn't get preoccupied with more overly destructive behavior. That was more Shane's forte, anyway.
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Post by sydney grace clarke on Mar 26, 2011 14:43:53 GMT -4
well isnt he rather snappy today sydney thought to herself as he replied to her talking about his cigarette. generally people don't smoke it while they're in school sydney told him with an obviously fake smile as she looked back to her work. she wasn't sure if he was always like this or just in a bad mood but she didn't want to have to deal with whatever was going on with him. he stopped talking for a moment and sydney thought maybe he was going to take his cue to leave. this was a big auditorium and she was sure they could share it easily. he could stay on his half and she could stay on hers it was simple. seems like i'm not the only one ditching class sydney replied with a roll of her eyes trying to figure out why he was still bothering to talk to her. he obviously didn't seem to like her being here and yet he continued making conversation. they were both skipping so it wasn't like she was the only one doing something wrong here. right when sydney was starting to ignore him and get back to her sketch he decided to take a seat. a seat that happened to be right next to her. of all the seats he could have chosen why would it be the one right there? sydney she told him with a tired sigh. at least now the both of them would know each other's name and
if you're going to sit next to me don't plan on smoking that she told him not bothering to look at him as she spoke. if he didn't care about getting caught and getting in trouble then that was his business but she didn't want to be dragged into anything. she would much rather find somewhere else to skip instead of having him smoke in her face just asking teachers to come in and get the both in trouble. she could feel him turning in her direction and sydney was trying very hard to just pretend he wasn't there but it was getting harder and harder. she hoped he didn't expect her to be one of his fans who seemed as though they would do anything he asked. he was the type of guy that sydney wasn't too happy to be around. they were the type to think that they could get any girl they wanted and she would head over heels for them. the only guy that seemed to be going through sydney's mind was tuberose and that was because she was still avoiding him after that kiss. just thinking about what happened between the both of them made sydney feel embarrassed all over again. she was sure lane probably never felt this way because of all the girls that were constantly after him. she was sure if any of them came up to him and kissed him he would probably shrug it off and go on with his day. she wondered if he could even remember all the girls he'd kissed. normally sydney tried not to judge people based on rumors but so far he wasn't making the best impression on her so she was inclined to believe that most of what she heard about him had to be true. but as long as he didn't light that cigarette maybe he'd be able to change her thoughts about him.
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Post by lane reid cohen on Mar 30, 2011 17:00:09 GMT -4
Ugh. Lane just wanted to take a nap, or something like that. He didn't even know why he was still here, sitting next to this chick. He felt a bit like a moody PMSing woman, because he was having all sorts of weird...well, mood swings. Lane wouldn't ever think of admitting that out loud though, because then things would probably just get seriously awkward. That, and the fact that Lane's pride would never allow him to even dream of saying something like that, but oh well. He sighed and fiddled with the stupid cigarette a little bit, wondering why Shane found them so appealing. Maybe it was because they were an outlet? Maybe that was why Lane had decided to steal it and come here to get in heaps of trouble? He sighed softly, then turned his attention back to the girl.
She seemed to not like him very much, but Lane didn't blame her. He had sort of come in here and given off a very douche kind of attitude, and for no real reason. He frowned a bit and looked away from her and back to the front of the auditorium, debating whether or not he should apologize. "Yeah, I guess most people don't," Lane said quietly, still frowning a little. They weren't exactly being friendly with each other, but once again, Lane couldn't blame her. He let his gaze drop to the cigarette, then snapped his head in her direction as he heard her speak again. Yeah, she definitely didn't like him. That much was obvious. Lane opened his mouth to apologize all of a sudden, but she told him her name, effectively cutting him off, and he deflated a bit. His brief moment of bravery had disappeared, and now Lane didn't feel particularly inclined to apologize once more. But should he?
"Wouldn't dream of it," Lane grumbled, then heaved a sigh and crumbled up the cigarette. He made a face and then stuffed it in the pocket of his hoodie. "By the way, Sydney," he began, sort of testing out how her name sounded, "I'm sorry about...sort of acting like a douche." Lane said it in a fairly quick rush, and then cleared his throat. He hated apologizing, because afterward it always made him feel seriously awkward. But, his parents had raised him with proper manners, and Lane wasn't the type of guy who was going to be rude without explanation. Alright, so maybe he did do that sometimes, but he figured if he was stuck sharing the auditorium space with her, he should try to play nicely. Lane glanced over at her, peering at her sketchbook in a rather curious type of way. "So you're big on artsy stuff, huh?" he questioned, deciding that maybe he could take his mind off his troubles by asking her pointless questions, and maybe creating some harmless banter with her for a bit.
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Post by sydney grace clarke on Apr 8, 2011 22:18:20 GMT -4
hearing his response was rather entertaining. he wasn't speaking as loud as he was before and he seemed grumpy. she smiled to herself as she continued working on her sketch. she was glad to hear that he had given up on the whole smoking the cigarette thing and he put it in his pocket. at least she had won that small battle and the both of them had less of a chance of being caught skipping now. sydney had no idea why he decided to change his mind but she was really glad he did. thank you she said still working on her drawing. she heard him say her name and she was a little surprised hearing it come out of his mouth but she waited to see where he was going with the conversation. sydney stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him. did he just apologize because of the way he was acting? was this really the lane everyone spoke about all the time? maybe something really was wrong with him because this didn't seem to sound like his typical behavior. interesting she said mostly to herself as she turned her attention back to her work. obviously he wasn't use to apologizing because of how fast he had said it. oh and the clearing of the throat at the end just sealed the deal. but she was glad he did it anyways maybe there was some hope for him yet. if he could apologize maybe he could fix this personality issue of his. she smiled for a moment at his comment on her being artsy. you could say that she told him with a small smile still not bothering to turn around to look at him. it seemed as though he was attempting conversation and she thought it was probably because he was bored and he had nothing else to do now that he couldn't smoke.
other than being a heartbreaker, what do you do with your spare time mr. cohen? she asked in an uninterested tone. though even though she didn't seem like she cared sydney was a bit curious what guys did other than trying to get with girls. though by asking this she couldn't deny that she didn't know anything about the boy. he was a hot topic and it would be rare for her to not know about him. but whatever answer he came up with sydney knew it would have to be an interesting on. what went on in the mind of a ladies man? she paused and looked over at him waiting for his answer. if he wanted to make some conversation than she was going to go right for the sweet spot. at least they could talk about something interesting and not something about her being "big on artsy stuff" or whatever it was he had said.
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Post by lane reid cohen on Apr 30, 2011 14:26:43 GMT -4
Maybe this day wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all. Sydney did seem to be pretty nice, and despite the fact that she looked like she was a total art nerd, she seemed like a pretty cool person. She was funny enough, anyway, even if she didn't condone his bad behavior. Generally he preferred people who just listened to him even if they didn't agree with what he was doing, because things were easier that way. With people who didn't want to bother with trying to argue with him, Lane knew that he was guaranteed to always get his way. With the others, there was no surefire way for him to get his way, and Lane was always a fan of getting his way. But this time, he supposed it was alright, because Sydney was alright, and she wasn't really pissing him off anymore, and she'd mostly made him forget about how his day was being evil and shitty. Lane sort of hoped that by sitting around talking to her, he'd forget all about how just minutes prior he'd wanted to start a pretend fire and get sent to juvy and get in all sorts of trouble that would probably screw his life and career over forever.
Lane knew that if he wanted to go to school to be a surgeon, then he was going to have to shape up and stop acting like a bit whiney brat. His grades were fine, and he was the captain of the basketball team, and pretty much everyone loved him, so life should've been perfect. But then the incident with his sister had confused Lane and flipped his life upside down and backwards, and he'd gone and screwed up more times his junior year than he ever had before. For starters, his GPA had dropped noticeably (something his mom couldn't help but continually remind him about) and then even his sports had been impacted in a rather negative way at first. By now, Lane had the handle back on his point guard position in basketball, and he could actually make passes and catch that stupid ball in football again. Things were slowly fixing themselves, but Lane still didn't feel a hundred percent better. He still felt like something was missing, and that he wasn't supposed to be happy. Everyone always told him she'd want him to be happy, but fuck that. He didn't think it was true.
"Your sketchbook says I could probably do more than just say that," Lane commented idly, his gaze drifting over to the book in her lap. He was curious, even though he wouldn't admit it, and sort of wondered how good she really was. Was she one of those kids who just loved art but sucked? Or was she actually good? Lane was one of those kids who didn't give a shit about art because he sucked. Art had just never been his calling. It was always sports and flirting, with an occasional school subject thrown in the mix. Maybe he hadn't given art a fair chance when he was a kid in middle school or whatever, and had always gotten mad when his stuff didn't look as good as the others'. Oh well, that was over now, and there wasn't much he could do about it. "But I guess if you say so, then that's that."
He thought briefly about pulling out his phone and texting one of his friends, who were all probably stuck in class actually doing things. Lane should've been one of them, but oh well. He wasn't. Just when he'd reached to pull it out of his pocket though, she spoke up again. Lane's hand froze halfway to his pocket, and he frowned slightly. Alright, so what if his reputation preceded him? Lane frowned harder, wondering what she'd heard. If she hadn't heard about his little pregnancy scare with - what was her name again? - well, that Walsh girl. He couldn't particularly remember her first name, because he'd done his best to forget that. "I do sports," he replied slowly, trying his best not to think about that horrible day when she'd called him and said she was pregnant. Ugh, that had sure as hell been an eye opener for Lane. "And I hang out with my friends, I suppose. Nothing really special. Sorry if I'm not too interesting," he said, his lips twitching up into a slight smirk. Lane couldn't help it - they seemed to do that of their own accord now, making him appear like a cocky jackass more than half the time. "What do you do? I assume you know more about me than I do about you."
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Post by sydney grace clarke on May 12, 2011 18:16:41 GMT -4
it's just something i really love doing she told him honestly. even though most people thought art was just a hobby for her it was something she wanted to do for the rest of her life. she wanted to do this every day until her fingers couldn't pick up a paint brush. she knew it wasn't the most practical of professions but sydney enjoyed it none the less. she paused her sketching and stretched her hand which was beginning to cramp up. she had been doing alot of sketching lately for a contest that she had heard about and it was starting to take a toll on her hand. as she waited for her hang to stop cramping up she sighed and hoped that she would finish up her sketch soon so she could end up painting it. pushing some hair out of her face she stretched her arms before pulling them back towards her sketch book. picking up the pencil one more time she sketched but slower this time not wanting to get another cramp so soon. she looked at him for a moment surprised that he was being so submissive. the same guy who was ready to smoke a cigarette even though he knew he would get himself into trouble. maybe he wasn't such a stubborn guy after all. so far he didn't smoke and was being mildly polite. here she was thinking she was going to have to deal with a complete ass hole for the rest of this class period.
the more she thought about it the more she realized that she wasn't sure if he would be offended if she asked him that type of question. she knew how rumors tended to get out of hands and the person that they were about couldn't do much to stop it. hopefully he didn't mind answering the question because she honestly was interested. there was no denying that sydney was a bit jealous of his free life style. if he wanted to party he went and he partied. if there was a girl he wanted to sleep with he went ahead and did it. his life just seemed like he was having so much more fun than your average high school kid. well at least that's what she heard she wasn't quite sure if it was the complete truth. she glanced over at him for a moment and he was frowning and sydney assumed that she had did what she hadn't meant to. before she could take back her question he answered. she listened as she sketched and all he did was talk about sports and hanging out with his friends. well now that wasn't as fun as she was hoping when she first had asked the question. people really do seem to enjoy talking about you she told him with a casual shrug. she couldn't help but pay attention to some of them no matter how hard she tried not to. she wasn't sure how many of them she believed maybe this was her opportunity to find out. you know artsy stuff, things like that she said with a small smile. she probably was never going to let that go. but that was what she did with most of her time. it was either school work or drawing something in the studio she had in her attic. if she had things her way she would probably be out doing something much more interesting with all the time she had. going out to see things she could only imagine or read about in books. traveling was something she really wanted to do. travel and paint everything that she saw around her.
i wonder how much i know about you is true she said mostly thinking out loud. he already suspected she knew much so she may as well admit to knowing about most of the rumors that were going around. being popular must be so much more difficult than it seemed. but then again all the rumors probably helped him get more girls. shrugging it off she was more curious to how he felt about the rumors. some people loved them because they kept people thinking about them. then you had the people who hated them but still seemed to benefit from what people were saying.
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