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I could disappear forever and it wouldn’t make any difference. I might as well not even exist at this school, remember?
lexlovesjohnbender-rp said: It was Saturday morning, time for detention. Lex Bryceton got herself ready and headed towards the school. "I wonder what morons I'll be stuck with today", she thought. She head inside and down the hall to her locker to grab her sketchbook.
John’s feet were kicked up onto the table in front of him as he hummed a Lynyrd Skynyrd song to himself. He heard the door open and was ready to turn to glare at Vernon, but saw a girl that seemed familiar, but he thought maybe he’d just seen her around the school. He rolled his eyes and turned back to face forward.
She stopped giggling once she noticed that he was not in the mood to hear anything from her. She watched him play with a thread from his glove and didn’t realize that she was doing that. Lex has a habit of doing that; staring at something or someone for a while without noticing, unless it was strictly intentional.
She looked down at her half finished drawing of a flower. She loved drawing flowers, something nobody knew about her because they wouldn’t take her seriously afterwards. She has to remain a tough image. She didn’t look at him, but she said quietly, “that was funny.. It was a good one, I mean. I would’ve said the same thing.. He’s a huge prick. Never shuts up and nothing good ever comes out of his mouth”.
”Or goes in,” he mumbled, smirking slightly to himself, chuckling at his own joke. Everyone thought that’s what Vernon did not only to get his position, but also just to keep himself busy. Explained why the gym teacher always had that grin on his face. He glanced up at her again before lifting the glove to bite the loose thread from the edge.
Mysterious and edgy was the way he started, but if she could get it out of him, they could actually becoe friends. Okay, perhaps not friends, but maybe acquaintances.
She giggled to herself when hearing his remark. It was true. Nobody liked Vernon, not a single person she could think of that actually respects that man. She hated him with a passion and she possibly just found someone who feels the samw way. She looked over John, only catching him looking at her and she quickly looked down at her sketchbook.
"well, at least he’s gone. For now. Who knows when he’ll come back in and bitch some more", she said to herself as she was just finishing her flower drawing.