Maybrook Prep

Derek: I laughed "Really? Sucks for you. Intimidation will come in handy when I think of that threat..."

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fine, be that way : P

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then reply : P

!nspired wrote:Derek: I laughed "Really? Sucks for you. Intimidation will come in handy when I think of that threat..."

Nasim: "Not BAD intimidating, I mean frustrating because I'm used to being taller and now here you come with your tall self hitting on me and acting like it doesn't bother me at all," I ranted, pretending to be mad.

Derek: That was confusing. "Wait, when I hit on you it bothers you? Okay," I smirked "Then you're ugly and fat. Is that better?"

Nasim: I huffed. "OH migod. You. Are such a bonehead. It's called sarcasm, dumbo," I said with a roll of my eyes, flicking his forehead. "And I hope you didn't mean that."

Derek: I chuckled "I know sarcasm when I see it, believe me." But it was hard when girls used it, because I never knew what they wanted as a response. I smirked. "The world may never know - including you."

Nasim: I glared at him. "Tell me you didn't mean it or else I take away your ability to produce babies," I threatened. "And I don't think you want that, do you, man-whore?"

Derek: "Why do you care so much if I meant it or not?" That would put her in a tight spot, good.


(Just realized *sigh* both my charries in this chat are smirkers. But they're the only ones of my characters that do that as a regular habit...weird)

haha.oh well.

Nasim: "I told you," I said easily. "I need to see if your date worthy or not. Or are you over me already and I an stop wasting my time and energy?"

Derek: "You're assuming I was ever into you. Man-whores move on fast, you know."

Nasim: "Well you kind of were. I mean, it was obvious. You even said so. But I'm not surprised you're over me. Now I can just forget about you and gain five pounds eating chocolate as I try to get over you YEAH RIGHT," I said with a laugh. Eh. Shame. We probably wouldve gone far. His loss. "I don't see how your over this Armenian hotness though," I joked, twirling my hips.

Derek: I side-glanced at her "I didn't say I was over you. But I didn't say I was into you, either. Girls are always making assumptions like that. Trying to dissect everything guys do. It's stupid. If a guy likes you he'll tel you." It really bugged me when girls thought I liked them, and I had never done anything to give them that idea, in my head at least. I couldn't even have a conversation with a girl without being accused of flirting.

Nasim: "Really? I doubt a guy would go up to a girl and be all I like you a lot so lets make out 'cause I think your hot. Don't guys cringe at the thought of showing or expressing any emotion besides anger and vanity?" I asked, feeling slightly stupid now. He kind of was right about girls dissecting a guy's action. I hoped I didn't seem concieted or overly-confident now.

Derek: I rolled my eyes. "No, I didn't mean they'd walk up and say it. But they'd call you, or they'd...do something to let you know. But whatever a guy did, they'd make it clear that they liked you. None of this 'reading the signs' crap."

Nasim: I laughed and began singing under my breath. I did that when I had nothing else to say.

Dont tell me not to live
just sit and putter.
lifes candy and the suns a ball butter,
don't bring around a cloud to rain o n my paraaaaaddee

((favoritest song EVER))

Derek: I gave her an 'are you crazy?' look, and put a hand on her forehead, as if feeling for a temperature. "Are you feeling okay?" Randomly bursting into song, even quietly, wasn't normal.

Nasim: I pulled away from his touch and stopped singing. "What're you doing?" I hated it when people interrupted me. I'm not asking them to listen or applaud, just don't mess me up... My eyebrows scrunched together and I looked at him.

Derek: I raised my eyebrows "You're randomly singing in the middle of a conversation, in the middle of the hallway. Are you on drugs or something?"

Nasim: "Gross. No." I looked at him. "Im a singer. I used to sing for sick people in Armenia. That's how-" Nope. Stop there, Nasim. He doesn't need to know.

Derek: I nodded slowly. "That's cool...I guess. A lot of my girl friends, friends who are girls" I shoot her a glare, knowing how she would have twisted 'girl friends' "are in choir and all that. But I'm not really into music."

Nasim: I was shocked. "How?!? Music makes up imagination, imagination makes up music!" Good thing I didn't tell him I was signed in Armenia. He'd probably say it was pointless.

((i decided her secret's gonna be she's a famous singer in Armenia but she and her parents moved here because she was tired of the business))

Derek: I shrugged, amused. "I guess I don't have any imagination, then." I chuckled. "Is your dream to become a famous singer or something? Win American Idol?" I rolled my eyes..