Maybrook Prep

Iliana: "Wow, that came out wrong. They wouldn't give permission to someone I actually like. They wouldn't care if if was some 'little crush' that would last five minutes."

Derek: "Can you wave pompoms and shout at the top of your lungs? That's all it takes. And a good body, but you have that one covered."

Nasim: I shrugged. "I can yell for sure, you know that... But it's the routines..." That I love so much! "...that cause me to flip and fumble...."

Jude: "Is that what I am?" I laughed at that. "A 'little crush that'll last five minutes?'"

Derek: "Have you ever tried? You might surprise yourself."

Iliana: "NO." I gritted my teeth, why couldn't I get this right? "You're exactly the opposite. You're not someone I could get over in five minutes. The ones that are the most special to me are the ones that end up hurting me the most. My parents know that, too. So why would they want to risk their daughter's heart being broken if they could prevent it?"

Jude: "That makes sense, except I wouldn't hurt you, so..." Shoot. "Well that was cliche..."

Nasim: I shrugged. "Meh. Never had the interest to... You could try though," I said with a laugh. "Male Cheerleader."

Iliana: I smiled. "It's okay, I was being cliche, too." We reached the building.

Derek: I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right. And be the joke of the school forever."

Nasim: "Arent you already?" I mumbled, turning into the tech room.

Jude: I sniffed and shivered. "I hate the cold..."

Derek: "No...well, maybe. But not for being a cheer leader."

Iliana: I laughed. "I don't think anyone likes it." I pushed the door open and went inside, letting out the warm air from inside.

Jude: "oof." I said happily, as the warm air hugged my frigid nose.

Nasim: I laughed at that. "Ugh. I hate male cheerleaders. Sorry but I do..."

((my batteries running low, I probably have 15 mins left but I'm nearly at my house so yeah, FYI ))

Derek: "I don't think anybody likes them. Maybe gay guys..."

((okay ))

Nasim: "Oh! But gay guys are so nice! I wish all straight men were like them," I said happily. They were! There were understanding, nice, and a lot more sensitive.

Derek: "Hmm, yeah sure." I didn't mention all the cracks we made about gays in the locker room during football.

Nasim: I rolled my eyes and took a seat at a computer. Derek sat next to me just as the teacher began speaking.

Mr.Techteacherman: "You will all be creating either a documentary for a certain subject or a trailer for a movie that hasn't been made. As in, create a trailer for a book. You may work alone or in pairs. This will be due on friday." I sighed at my drawl. "Begin."

Derek: I smirked at Nasim. "Wanna be partners?" She seemed smart, and working with a smart person meant not having to do any work, but getting credit.

Nasim: I looked at him reproachfully. "Why do i feel like I'll be doing all the work...?" I said cautiously, narrowing my eyes. He just seemed like THAT kind of person; pair up with the smart person and let THEM do everything.

Derek: "Because you will be." I chuckled, wondering if she'd say 'no' now.

Nasim: "Eh. I was planning to work on my own. Gonna d oa documentary on Nancy. So you're on your own, poor little monkey." I went to Google and typed in Nancy Ajram, finding a bunch of wikis. "Easy."

Derek: I rolled my eyes. "It was a joke, but fine. I'll find someone else who wants to spend all that time alone with me..." I got up to walk over to one of the easy cheer leaders. I enjoyed being a pervert.

Nasim: Ugh. The thought of 'spending all that time alone with Derek' made a little barf rise in my throat. I watched him be a skirt-chaser and continued my project. I already had a good thing going. I'd be done by thursday. Maybe I'll get extra credit for turning it in early! The thought made me smile.

((heeheehee))

((heeheehee what?))

((I don't know. Just how perverted Derek is, and how Nasim stands her ground and doesn't become a slut. Very 'heeheehee'-able *nods*))

((Oh... well then. HEEHEEHEE!))

((yes. Biology now, I think?))

Iliana: I walked into the Biology room and smiled at Ms. Jillian, trying to hide that I didn't like teachers who eavesdropped on students. It was weird calling her a teacher, since I knew she couldn't be much older than us. Okay, I was hiding the fact I didn't like eavesdroppers in general. Unless it was me, using that cool little sound-amplifier-device that my mom and dad had given me for training. It had come in handy a few times already...

Jillian: I was irked today. Extremely. I had no patience whatsoever. Trent had called me, he had KEPT calling me, actually, drunk, high, and he was harrassing me constantly. It didn't bother me, but the fact that he wasn't over it after three months made me very.... ergh. The students walked in too slowly. "Hurry up, hurry up."

Jude: I walked in and immediatly noticed all the stress lines in Ms. Jillian's face. SHe looked a lot older...

((btw I don't plan on nasim becoming a slut. She'll definitely be tempted, but she won't do it. I imagine her and Iliana becoming good friends XD))

((Hah, I didn't think she would become one. And her and Iliana will get along, but clash at some points, too. Like when Iliana finds out Nasim is a cheer leader, teehee.))

Iliana: I quickly sat down in my seat, not sure why she was telling us to hurry. We all walked at this speed everyday. Well, whatever. Everyone was in a bad mood sometimes. "What are we doing today, Ms. Hall?" ((that's her last name, right? I can never remember : P))