Maybrook Prep

Nasim: I wanted to tear my hair out. NOT HELPING. "Ok... suppose you really like a guy, you've been dating for a couple days only... how do you go about telling him you don't want to go out anymore?"

Chloe: Dumb question. "Say 'I don't want to go out anymore. Let's stay friends, okay?' Simple."

Nasim: "But it's not!" I said, exasperated.

Chloe: "Sorry, guess I can't help you. Talk to you at practice later..." I left.

Nasim: Damn. "Bye." Well I guess I just have to grit my teeth and tell him, I guess.

Jude: I caught up to Iliana. "Chloe will be of no help whatsoever.."

Iliana: I shrugged. "Obviously she won't, since she doesn't know what Nasim's going through at all."

Jude: "I think Chloe's the only one on the squad who's nice to her, to be honest. All the others give her... death glares and all that." I shrugged. DAMN. I forgot I can't shrug anymore. Not for another 6 weeks, at least.

Quinn: I couldn't believe it was all four months away. That was way too close. Holy crap.

Iliana: "Maybe she deserves them," I muttered, but hoped Jude hadn't caught it.

Jude: I laughed good-heartedly. "Why's that?"

Iliana: I sighed. "I don't know, I just don't like her very much. I'm just being a jerk, sorry."

Jude: I almost shrugged, but I caught myself. "You're entitled to your own opinion."

((now who?))

((hum.... Pick a number 1-3....)

((2))

damn that doesn't help.

((3 : P))

Quinn and Lena?

((bleh, if you can think of something interesting with them))

erm..... I guess she can find out his secret now, but how do we go about bringing up teen pregnancy? XD

((I don't suppose I know - I've never had to worry about that, haha. We can just start and see what happens (meaning of course, Music starts and !nspired follows, hah) ))

I feel so important XD

Quinn: Holy crap. WHy couldn't I get the thought of a baby out of my head? I was glad the hall was empty, I must look like a crazy man in a rage...

((bahaha))

Lena: I saw Quinn in the hallway, looking kind of: sad, angry, confused, hopeless? Tara would have told me to give him space, but I had never been good at judging anything to do with emotions. I walked up to him. "Hey Quinn, how ya doing?" I asked, fully meaning the question.

Quinn: Damn. I pasted a smile on. I was supposed to be the happy helpful one for Lena, right? "Hey."

Lena: I rolled my eyes. "Don't be fake, I honestly wanted to know how you were doing. You look upset, to say the least."

Quinn: "THen why ask how I'm doing? You seem to know yourself." Well that sounded very snappy. "Yeah. I am upset."