THIS is what they expect me to deal with? (open)

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I don't want to change the world

Ijustwantto

Leave It Colder

Hillary Karissa Pinter was not amused.

And after all that crap her mom said about this being a "new start" and "a chance to make life better," she had expected at least a bit of decency.
But lo and behold, this was the class before her, the class she would have to bear with for at least the next two years.
Couldn't they at least stop staring? Hillary did not like being stared at.

She stared back, not quite at them, but in the general area of them and the back wall, as if they didn't really interest her. After all, she didn't care what they thought.

The teacher was going on about something, probably some sob story about Hillary's life. Wouldn't she shut up? Hillary ran her fingers through her hair -she still wasn't used to her new haircut, which dangled in choppy fringes below her chin. She still wasn't really sure why she had cut it -some sort of an impulse after flipping through some magazine, the type where all of the models had crazy makeup and clothes, yet still were able to hold a measure of confidence. At the time, it had seemed like all the New Yorkers had short hair.

But now, standing like a sore thumb in front of her skeptical class, Hillary noted the length of everyone's hair with somewhat jealous disgust. Even some of the boys had longer hair than her!
Not that she actually cared what the hell the thought of her, she reminded herself.
She wasn't nervous. She was Hillary Pinter. Nothing scared her.

CRAP. Stupid hormones. Why were they making her nervous? Hillary stood up straighter, sticking out her chest just a little bit.

After all, a confident girl was a sexy girl.

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Tags~*~David
Word Count~*~I don't count.
Lyrics~*~I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin.
Outfit~*~Uhh.....
Credit~*~Um...me? ^^

[liveloveluck]

David wandered into class, barely noticing the smashing crowds around him. He indulged to his big yawn, stretching out his arms. He heard a "hey!" below him of a girl. He held up a slow hand to her, an apology wave. As the girl stalked off, she mumbled something about "the tweakers in this school". David almost laughed aloud. Him, high? If only that wasn't so utterly repulsive.

David sauntered into class, choosing a seat at random. He glanced at the people about him, hoping the people at his sides weren't going to draw attention. As his sleepy eyes registered an unknown girl with a severe cut, she suddenly lunged out her chest.

This time, David did snicker. Out loud.

Running a hand through his hair, he turned lazily to the girl, trying to focus on her eyes. She actually had pretty eyes, the hair complimented them. "Um...excuse me, but are you okay?" He asked, biting back on the chuckled and amusement in his voice a bit.

He seriously was concerned...a bit.

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Hillary had –luckily-- found a seat. People were honestly so rude! As she had picked her way through the stuffy classroom, a few people casually stuck their foot out -usually the makeup-freak punks- or shoved their books onto a seat she was about to sit on. Hillary swore silently, wishing that they were doing this somewhere else...preferably a dark alley, out of the sight of teachers.

Dark alley...that was waay too cliché. Hillary was seriously letting go of reality.

The class was muttering and shifting, but she ignored them. A snicker flounced lazily into her attention, and she searched for who the offender could possibly be. Her search, as halfway expected, ended fruitlessly, but she remembered to keep composure as she sat down testily in the first un-vandalized seat she could find. Chin up? -Check. Had she sucked in that stupid little tummy she had actually developed? Yes, but lunch was definitely out of the question.

Um...excuse me, but are you okay?

A voice spoke, softly, sarcastically, and it took several seconds for Hillary to decide that the repulsive words had indeed been spoken to her. She slowly turned around sideways to study a skinny blonde boy staring at her as much as he could with his unfocused, drooping eyes. He was really too tall, with his legs stretched out, his feet almost touching hers, and his posture was just crap.

But the eyes...orbs of steely brown, they regarded her as if she were unreal...something about them reminded her of Edgar's. Yes. These were the eyes of a druggie.

Yeah. Of course I'm fine. What the hell happened to you? Your whore forgot to tweak the way you like it?

It sort of spilled out, and the more she thought about it, the less sense it made. She pursed her lips, trying not to turn red. Shit. She couldn't say anything to fix up her...well, incoherent and lame comeback. Besides, she didn't know enough about this boy to really hurt him. Way to go, dumbass.

There was nothing she could do but wait to see what he said in response.

[liveloveluck]

"Yeah. Of course I'm fine. What the hell happened to you? Your whore forgot to tweak the way you like it?"

David did all he could do not to roll on the floor laughing. This was definitely a good pic-me-up, and she was definitely in for a treat. But should he tell her? Her overly expensive clothes said she couldn't take it, but her attitude said she could. Hell, either way, this was a laugh.

David blinked at her a few times and pressed his lips together, struggling for an oh-so serious look his doctors had perfected. "I was just wondering if you were...well...having back problems because..." he gestured helpessly to her stance, raising his eyebrows. "What the hell happened to me, doll? It's called dying, don't ever try it." David savored the words as he just let them roll out.

He leaned back in his chair, ignoring the sounds of the person behind him as he lengthened out his aching body and let her think about his words. Hey, the girl needed to figure out somehow. "Oh, and I'm not high, just really tired." David yawned widely, as if to punctuate it.

Now to take this time to evaluate her. So far, she'd shown outstanding qualities of uppitiness, bitchiness and of being a new girl. He didn't mind the new vibe so much, everyone was new at some time, but she needed to come off her high horse if she ever expected anyone to talk to her. And...she was pretty. Yes, David could admit that. She was way too uptight though.

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I was just wondering if you were...well...having back problems because...

With this the strange tall boy gestured at her, as implying her stance, his eyebrows arched in a somewhat cocky manner.

Hillary immediately checked her posture. What, she wasn't sitting straight enough? He certainly hadn't looked in the mirror lately. He was slumped over lethargically, his lanky form hunched over the desk and his wiry arms sprayed across the desktop like a coiled snake.

Or maybe he had Scoliosis and was an expert at, like, seeing the early symptoms of it on her. She studied his face for some sort of wisdom about her condition.

His lips were pressed together grimly, as if ready to tell her a dark secret, or herald some future doom, but as she watched him his mouth twitched, just the slightest bit. The complete tosser! He was trying to tease her, give her a small scare.

She narrowed her eyes, resisting the urge to roll them in his face.

Hilarious, hilarious, yes, she muttered, though she doubted he could hear it. He looked halfway in and halfway out of Wonderland, or whatever.

What the hell happened to me, doll? It's called dying, don't ever try it.

This made her stop in her tracks. Well, she didn't really know how to respond to that. She absentmindedly turned sideways in her desk to study his face once more, since he just seemed so easy to read.

However, his face was blank, emotionless, if not a bit bored.

Was he joking, trying to squeeze out an overly emotional response from her, grabbing for sympathy until he could finally tell her he had been joking? Was he trying to make her look stupid?
He certainly seemed too nonchalant about dying to really be dying...right?

She suddenly shook her head, as if to rid it of the muddled thoughts. Uggh, this boy was so fucking confusing! He was doing this on purpose to be sure, trying to screw her up to win some sort of "contest" that he had established between them.
She chose a more neutral response.
I'll keep that in mind. No emotion in her voice, right? Good.

What was up with her lately, anyways? Five minutes into her new school and already she felt like hightailing home. This was so unlike herself. She already hated New York. Back home, she knew what everyone was going to say before they said it, so she could calculate a response.

She hated starting over.

Oh, and I'm not high, just really tired.

He hadn't finished with her yet? He said it as if in passing, a trivial little anecdote of information about himself he was passing on to her.

Hillary opened her mouth and closed it, unsure of what to say.

Oh...that's...that's nice. What was wrong with her? She felt like a dumbass. What's your name?

WOAH. Where. The hell. Had. THAT. Come from?

Not...not that I really care, she added, flustered, and quickly began turning around before she said anything else that she would regret for her life. Fan-fucking-tastic.




A/N: Yeaah. Hillary. Way too analytical for her own good.

[liveloveluck]

Davi was cracking up. He had, somehow, broken into this girl's sanity. Or maybe she was just amazing at acting. He contemplated it for a second. That was not likely.

"I'll keep that in mind."

That made him pull a face all over again. Her looks were guarded, her eyes continually shifting to and away from him. Did...did she think he was making it up?

That brought a whole other round of hoots of laughter. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He was probably making this girl's life hell. David sighed, trying to calm himself. He let his hand fall into his hand, which was propped up on the desk.

And about him not being high...: "Oh...that's...that's nice."

David felt like throwing his head back and exclaiming "Oh isn't it just!"...but he refrained yet again. This girl was tripping over her own words. She was out of her league and falling back fast.

"What's your name?"

David opened his moth to reply, when the girl gushed: "Not...not that I really care," Like she was trying to cover her tracks.

David sniggered again. She had turned around, like he didn't even exist.

"I'm David," He said, a bit louder then necessary to get her attention, and maybe a few people around them. "What's your name?" He left it at that.



notes: i didn't get to finish it before. sorry 'bout that.
song: none...yet.

[dom]

The complete dumbass tosser.
The impertinent little wanker! He was doing this on purpose.

He was laughing at her. At her of all people, and Hillary didn't like it. She pursed her lips angrily, hoping a piano or something would fall on his head. He was trying to make her look like a total ass, and that was absolutely uncalled for.

Well, two people could play at this game.

But how could she? She looked down at her hands, and her defenses seemed to crumble around her. She looked nervously about her, at the students expected to be her peers. None were staring at her. She was a nothing, and they didn't care. Why did this boy hate her? Well, she supposed she started it, but it wasn't really nice to pick on the new kid so.

I miss Edgar, she said softly. Here I have no friends and no one likes me. Edgar was my older brother. Why did he have to screw his life up? I need him.

She pressed her lips together to keep them from trembling. Could the boy hear her? Suddenly she didn't care. She didn't give one fuck about what he thought of her. All she knew was that she was scared, and lonely, and she didn't know what to do or where to look.

Her hands were shaking, shaking at the laughter that rang through her ears. She folded her hands under her legs so they couldn't be seen trembling. She was supposed to be sad, after all. No, no, she was sad.

I miss being back home, where I knew everyone. No one loves me here. I see their faces, and they stare past me.

Was that being too poetic? Probably. Why were her hands shaking so much? They were giving her away. Red faintly lined her vision. It was that laughter.

She wasn't looking at the boy, refused to look at the boy. It would ruin it.

She hated laughter.



A/N: I apologise so, so much if this post is retarded.

[liveloveluck]

I miss Edgar,

David barely heard the words, but they shattered his smiling face.

"Here I have no friends and no one likes me. Edgar was my older brother. Why did he have to screw his life up? I need him."

"Hey, I'm just the jerk-bully," David mumbled, getting out of his chair and kneeling next to her desk, resting his head on the edge of her desk. "Your brother loves you, and - hey - he was a screw-up." His brow furrowed and he felt horrible. Jackass, he thought. His frown was more inward, but it was all for himself.

"I miss being back home, where I knew everyone. No one loves me here. I see their faces, and they stare past me."

"I swear, New Girl. I will take care of you. If home's an option, go there. But I have a feeling it's not. And think about it, did I look past you?" He let a smile spider across his face, as if was saying "am i nothing?".

David frowned again as she turned away, ignoring him. He must have made her feel horrible.

"I'm sorry, really." He said the words as if they pained him, choking them out. Hopefully, she would laugh. Or punch him. It was all whatever now.

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So this is were they'd come.
Hillary felt a frown pull across her face. She really was confused now.
She had a boy's head lying on her desk. Sure, she had occasionally had visions of this, but here the rest of the body was attached.

Hey, I'm just the jerk-bully.

She almost smirked. Let him think that. She really didn't give a damn about Edgar -well, maybe a little- and had only pulled off the whole sob story to gain an upper hand, to make this boy the one unsure of himself.

Your brother loves you, and - hey - he was a screw-up.


Hillary bit her lip. Did he? Well, maybe at one time, before he was too muddled to think straight, before prostitutes and his next supply meant more to him than his own sister. But that didn't matter, not now.

I swear, New Girl. I will take care of you.

Damnit, why did this boy have to pull the nice card on her? Sure, she had wanted him to stop laughing at her, wanted him to maybe feel a little sympathetic so she could laugh in his face at how easily he fell, but the whole I'm-your-new-big-brother thing? That was definitely, definitely too personal, too hasty. She edged away from him a bit.

He continued, something about going home, but she was distracted. A few minutes ago, she had wanted to punch him in the face, for tweaking with her emotions and laughing when she took the bait, but the anger suddenly seemed to fade. Sure, she still wanted to punch him in the face, but more because she just could –well, besides, she was more the slapping type anyways.

And think about it, did I look past you?

Yeah. Some consolation. She looked away, frowning a bit more. His eyes were all freaking puppyish-- and truth be told, they reminded her of her old puppy, who used to be her friend, the puppy she had to put to sleep when her cousin died and her mother took over –well, that was all past. Hillary dragged her mind to the present.

But those eyes really did remind her of a lost puppy. Hillary was studying his face again, but not searching for clues on his feelings...she was actually looking at it, trying to memorize it. His features were sharp yet laid back, his hair was tousled from lack of care, his lips somewhat thin yet still defiant.

He looked fragile yet like he would be capable of protecting her from anything...a group of annoying boys...a psychopathic girl...

...a heatbreak....

Hillary felt as if on a rollercoaster, which she hadn't gone on in years. Something was wrong with her. Hormones simply had to choose today to flood into angst.

I'm sorry, really. He sounded sick, like someone's fingers were wrapped around his throat. His voice dropped off into the air, remorseful, and she didn't know what to say. She hoped that the teacher would notice and condemn this boy, simply so she wouldn't have to reply.

His laughter rang through her ears, echoed faintly, and her decision was made.

You're so funny when you cry, dear boy. Get off my desk and get a life -however short it may be. Edgar may love me –pity I don't give a damn about him.

Her lips curled up sarcastically, and with every word she felt more disgusting inside.

Thanks for the free big-brother coupon, by the way. I'll keep that in mind the next time I'm harassed by someone like you —or perhaps a pack of dwarves. Thank you for your services, and have a nice day.

Too late, the teacher noticed. She reprimanded the boy for being out of his seat, but the deed was done and the words had been said. Hillary turned facing forward in her seat as if innocent, and began turning the pages of her textbook as if they fascinated her –which, incidentally, they didn't.

She felt red in her cheeks, but she hoped that at least with these words, this boy --this strange boy that had somehow made her almost scream with anger, almost cry with confusion, and pretend to cry in despair, and her stomach plunge with a feeling she didn't understand, all in a matter of a few minutes-- would get out of her life and stay out of her life, where he could hurt her no more.

[liveloveluck]

David watched all the emotions that danced across her face. Something was wrong. Hell, he was an idiot.

"You're so funny when you cry, dear boy. Get off my desk and get a life -however short it may be. Edgar may love me –pity I don't give a damn about him."

At first, he felt like he'd been slapped, but then he felt his cheeks wrinkle into a smile and he actually laughed. Thank goodness for his sense of humor and David would have been out of class. Instead, he inclined an eyebrow and listening to the rest of. He looked exactly the same, except now his eyes were in a hard glare. He wanted to listen to the rest of his mistakes.

"Thanks for the free big-brother coupon, by the way. I'll keep that in mind the next time I'm harassed by someone like you —or perhaps a pack of dwarves. Thank you for your services, and have a nice day."

David barely listened as he got back into his seat as the teacher made some joke about him hitting on all the new girls. He laguhed along with the rest of the class, shaking his head. This girl had serious problems. More serious then his own.

He noticed that she turned away and was reading her textbook. Thing is, they weren't even near there yet. "Oh, New Girl," David piped, his face dead serious and hard. "You are pathetic." He left it at that, because that was the truth. Nothing more needed to be said. There was a hush in the room, clearly some people had heard him.

After that, he yawned again, and put down his head. He was an idiot. An idiot for being nice. If she kept on acting, she was definitely gonna need his help card. And he would help her. Because he was a nice person.

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Oh, new girl. You are pathetic.

Hillary's fingers stopped turning the pages, and she felt the back of her neck freeze. Her cheeks warmed as the people around her fell silent. His words were soft, weary, numb. He sounded as if he were giving up.

But from what?

A faraway corner of her mind seemed to be screaming at her, begging David to save her from herself. Hillary had no idea what she was thinking.
By the time she had finished her little speech, she had felt like throwing up. Now, everything in her stomach seemed to sink down, to her toes nestling uncomfortably in her black leather boots.
Her mind ran with thoughts, as the knot of kids around her stared and whispered.

So her first day hadn't gone out so well.

Mr. Schuyler, would you please refrain from hitting on every new girl that comes along?

Wait. What? There was no way. No fucking way.

Hillary inhaled deeply. Why was she so confused? After all, he was just some dumb asshole that had gotten a bit pissed off at her. No big deal. But it was her confusion at her confusion that confused her so much. That may not have made sense to every other Sue that came along, but to her it was perfectly logical. Her mind whirled, and she felt her anger confusion, and sadness welling up within her. She scratched her face, hard, with her long nails, ever so casually. She somehow liked the pain. It was something definite when she was confused. Her forehead creased in agitation.

Oh, new girl. You are pathetic.

She was, dammit. There was no way she could stay in the room with this confusing boy. She didn't even know his name –just that his last was, like, Schroeder or something. The teacher droned on as Hillary fidgeted.

So can anyone name for me the basic archetypes of the Grecian class--

Hillary screamed. It was short, piercing, to the point. It felt good, letting the air out of her lungs, making noise so that everyone would notice her. Well, probably not.
The burn of everyone's stare was actually making her eye twitch a bit.

She looked around at everyone, felt the suffocating silence pressing heavily against her chest.

Hillary stood up and silently left the room.

[liveloveluck]

David opened one eye and watched the new girl closely. Emotions flitted across her face faster then he could identify and then she just...screamed.

And then she left the room.

Ah, crap.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. People always say that pulling the emergency family card worked best on teachers. No, it was the throw up card. David stood, shaking, from his seat. "Miss? I think I'm gonna throw up." He said in an even voice, biting down his smile.

"Oh, of course, child! Go, go!" The teachere replied, nearly standing up and shoving her out of the room himself.

That was easy.

Now...if I were an emotionally wronged girl, where would I go?

David snickered a bit again. The halls were practically empty. Whatever. Damn, he was tired. He chose some hell of a day to ruin some girls first day of school. Whatever. Someone was going have to do it.

His soft brown eyes scanned the big, open hallway. He had never noticed how large they were, students were always so tightly packed into them. It was kind of...mystical.

David decided to go with a much less tactless tactic. "New Girl!" He shouted. She would either a.) scream, b.) come out and stab him, or c.) not answer. He was hoping on a., but, really, he was not ready to die.

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Hillary stood in the middle of the highway.
Now what?
She bit her lip. Personally, she wanted nothing more than to just ditch school and maybe grab a soda or something. But she had fucked up enough by screaming and walking out. She was a bit surprised that the teacher hadn't flipped out or anything, but she had already decided that the teacher was pretty laid back.

Hillary began walking, mostly just because she didn't know what else to do. The halls seemed monstrous, eerily quiet in its vacancy. She could faintly hear some cacophonous voices. Sure, she wasn't the only one to ditch class.

Behind her, she heard the quiet turning of a doorknob. She certainly didn't want to get caught. Maybe the teacher was going after her with a stick. She ducked into the nearest nook she could find --a thin space between two sets of lockers.

New Girl?

The voice was almost reluctant, and echoed through the dusty hall. It was also vaguely familiar... Hillary's eyes widened and she slammed her head into the wall into frustration.

Dammit, couldn't he stay away from her?

Was he like an obsessed stalker that was secretly in love with her or something? Plus, what was up with the whole "new girl" thing? He said it as if it were her name, as if she didn't have one. Or as if she were a nobody.

Yay. Hillary rubbed her temples. A migraine. Perfect timing.

Fuck off, she mumbled miserably from her hiding place. She really didn't care if he heard her or not.

[liveloveluck]

"Fuck off,"

"Good, no stabbing," David mumbled, sighing loudly. He then had to take care of New Girl.

"Aw, come on. I'm using your big brother card." He replied, following her voice until he was standing in front of her. His expression was...ah hell he was confused.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" He urged. He noticed how she held her head, and his finer automatically fingered the Advil in his pocket. Naw, he wasn't a drug dealer. Anyways, they never helped with headaches that much.

"So," David sighed, moving out of her way and sliding down a locker into a comfortable position. "What's your problem?"


note for dom O: : sorry 'bout it being so short. It was really all dialogue. Next time i promise to do better.<3

[dom]

Good, no stabbing. The voice sounded relieved, and Hillary narrowed her eyes.
Don't speak too soon, she muttered, because she didn't know what else to say. Why was this punk following her? Wasn't she supposed to be “pathetic,” or whatever?

Aw, come on, I'm using your big brother card.

Hillary stiffened. Very, very funny. He thought he was so amusing. Oh, what a great consolation. Wait till I tell mummy I have my very own knight in shining armor. She rubbed her head a bit more fiercely.

What the hell are you doing in there?

He was studying her as if some sort of mental case, as if he were not sure which way to approach her. Hillary ran her fingers through her hair, wishing once again it was its previous length. Oh, she didn't know what she was doing there, she didn't have the freakin' capability or the interest to answer his stupid questions. Maybe she was autistic, or bipolar, but she pushed the thoughts away. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her, it was all the fault of these damn Yorkers, who thought they were the shit but in actuality were just a bunch of low-class snobs.

I'm composing a love letter, dear boy. Sarcasm, anger, frustration...Hillary frowned.

So...what's wrong?

He was speaking to her as if she were a charity case, as if something was wrong with her altogether.

What was wrong? Honestly, she didn't know. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't know anyone, that the only one that would interact with her or acknowledge her existence was a stoic stalker, one that was mentally screwed enough to laugh at the concept that he wouldn't be alive in ten years. That she used to have fun in life, but that those days were the days she would never admit to, that these days ended with the life of her cousin.

Everything's fine. Can't you tell? I mean, I'm not being stalked by a dying psychopath or anything. I'm not facing a new life, without my mother giving a damn. I'm not hated or anything, I'm not pissed off by my cousin's death, I've never been a hick. Of course I don't give a damn about who my father is, of course he's written to me more than once. Life is absolutely peachy.

She was babbling but she didn't care. It wasn't like she was going to see this boy again –outside of classes, at least. She didn't give what he thought about her. He was sliding into a sitting position but she was already walking away, to wherever the nurse was, to get an aspirin.

She just hoped that she could find the nurse's herself and not have to swallow her pride to ask this boy.



Note: It's fine