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[benjamin]

School was a load of bollocks. Well, to Ben it was anyway. He had woken up this morning with the hangover from hell and had only gotten a couple of hours sleep last night. His hair was in it's natural, messy state and he wore a black hoody, light blue skinny jeans, white converse and a white t-shirt along with large black sun-glasses (right picture up there ^) so that his dark eyes couldn't be seen.

He had already gone to first lesson where he just sat at the back and fell asleep. The teacher had given up on him now and probably knew that if she woke him up he would get very annoyed and would end up throwing something at her. The quicker this day ended, the better. Immediately after his first lesson he went outside to get some fresh air. It was quite a chilly day and the air almost stung his skin when he first walked into it. As usual, his head was thumping and every single noise shocked through him. He threw his hood over his his head and made his way to the small brick wall which trailed around the grassy areas. As he made his way there, he bumped into someone. He snarled under his breath as he turned and looked the person in the eye. "Will you watch where you're going?!" he snapped angrily.

His gaze turned back to the wall and he walked to it, slumping down on it. Anyone who knew Ben would know just by looking at him that he had a hangover. Others however would probably think he was an absolute twat and would also just avoid him which would probably be wise. He could hardly even remember what happen last night. He had woken up in his own bed for a change though which meant he probably had no ladies with him the night before.

tag: OPEN.
notes: it's not very good but hey, it's a start for mister ben here.

[Itzel Amelia McQueen]

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With quick, hurried steps, Itzel pranced, books in hand, to her next class. It was all the way across campus she practically had to run to make it in time and it was simply faster to cut across the lawn. The sun was shining bright on her pale shoulders but the air was oddly chilly for a summer morning. Itzel’s buttercup-yellow cat-eye sunglasses seemed to swallow up the slight features of her delicate face. Strawberry blonde curls flouncing behind her, Itzel shivered as she strode across the grass. She cursed herself for not bringing along her Burberry cardigan for the day, as it was quite cool.

Vaguely, Itzel noted a hooded figure coming in her direction and it wasn’t until he slammed into her shoulder that she cared. At the same time he hissed his snide comment she spoke her outrage, “Excuse you!” Itzel exclaimed unhappily. She stopped and stood gaping at him as he continued on walking. Underneath the hood, Itzel couldn’t recognize who he was but it was obvious he wasn’t a gentleman. Utterly shocked at his audacity, all she could do was stare at him in shock for a moment.

Once Itzel realized how hideous her taken aback expression looked, she straightened her posture, flattened down her skirt and marched up to the hooded boy who now was hunched against a brick wall. Squatting down in front of him, she slowly took out her glasses and shook out her hair. A broad smile pulled at the corners of her peach colored lips, revealing a row of Photoshop-perfect teeth. “ I believe, you owe me an apology, sir,” Itzel murmured, her voice syrupy sweet.

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[benjamin]

Ignoring what the girl had said to him, he just sat and stared at the floor, hoping that no one would notice him. Ben wasn't in the mood to talk or joke. He wanted to sleep but doing that around here without getting woken up was going to be impossible. His gaze was torn away from the floor when the girl he had bumped into appeared infront of him. Just looking at her, he knew which clique she was from. The way she dressed, the way she carried herself and the way she spoke. She was obviously a posh tottie. Not like he gave a damn though. He would happily bang any girl from any clique.

He just looked up at the girl and didn't say a word for quite a while. If she was clever and recognised him she would have probably walked away as soon as he bumped into her. "I owe nothing, madam." he imitated her, pronouncing every word perfectly in a posh voice. "Maybe you should have used those lovely eyes of yours to look where you were going." he said sarcastically in his usual, common accent. In all honesty, he wasn't being as harsh as he could have been. If she wasn't as pretty or if she was a boy she would have probably sworn at her. He looked back to the ground, looking at his shoes as he dug his heels into the gravel.

[Itzel Amelia McQueen]

Tilting her head to the side, Itzel’s face held a quizzical expression. Rarely was anyone a man rude to her. If she hadn’t been so shocked at his nerve he would have a major bitch on his hands. A devious smirk traced her lips and her eyes narrowed, “I believe you do,” Itzel heaved a heavy sigh, “But it appears I won’t be getting what I deserve.” She looked closer at the boy. His hood was still up. And, oddly, he had sunglasses on. He was vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place a name to his face. Itzel arched an eyebrow at his second comment, her face almost saying, ‘oh really, now?’ Though her features spoke for her, she still felt the need to articulate, “I was looking exactly where I was going. It was you that had your sunglasses on and your head down,” she corrected with a simple smile.

The smile transformed itself into a smirk as she began speaking again, “Which brings me to wonder why you have on last season’s sweatshirt and a horrible mood. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or does someone have a nasty hangover?” Itzel asked the last question in a mocking, baby voice. Suddenly, her head snapped to the side, looking at the ground beneath her shoes. Instantly, Itzel dropped her books and stood straight up with a shrill, blood curdling scream. Covering her mouth – as if it was the only thing that would stop the shriek – she stood doe eyed for a silent moment staring at where she once was squatting. Warily, she bent down to peer at the grass. Then she looked to the guy, “Sorry, I thought I saw a spider,” Itzel declared innocently.

[benjamin]

Again, he just decided to ignore what she said. He couldn't be bothered with arguing and he was far too stubborn to give in, so he just stared into the ground, hoping that she would get bored and leave. He let out a sigh after what she had said in reply to his sarcastic comment. "Just admit it. I'm right, you're wrong." He began. "I'm wearing sunglasses, i'm not fucking blind." He said quite harshly though he didn't really mean it to be that harsh. He decided that he would finish it on that even if she replied. No one was going to make Ben lose and he wasn't going to even think about letting this girl win.

He looked up from the ground, looking to her and narrowed his eyes, not that she could see his eyes properly or anything. He was just about to answer, opening his mouth and getting ready to speak when the girl jumped up and screamed. The scream rang straight through his head, making the whole of his body shake. It made him very jump and if he hadn't of regained his balance he would have probably fallen off the wall and landed in the grass. A moment of silence fell between the two as he took off his sunglasses and looked at her, looking in the grass. When she spoke he stood up, folded his sunglasses away in his pocket, clenching his hands into fists. "For fucks' sake!" he shouted loudly. "Are you shitting me?! A FUCKING spider?!" Ben was known for his toilet mouth when he was in a bad mood.

He took a deep breath and looked to her, narrowing his eyes before turning round and stepping over the wall. He took a few strides onto the grass before letting himself fall onto his knees and then onto stomach where he lay on the soft ground, praying that the girl would just leave.

[Itzel Amelia McQueen]

Itzel did not have time for this. It was nearly gaurenteed that she was already tarty for class. The first black mark debautching her sparkly, clean record. And a wanker like this was not worth it. He had been amusing at first but now he sounded like a whiny fourteen year old with their first real hanngover. Itzel pursed her lips in displeasure. He certinaly was annoying. "Whatever gets you through the day," she murmured darkly, sarcasim falling heavily on her tongue. Picking her books up off of the ground and sweeping them into one arm, Itzel stood tall and graceful with her chin high. Out of habit, she raked her free hand through her wavy, strawberry-blonde locks.

Watching out the corner of her eye at the boy, a devious smirk slithered across her delicate mouth. He blew up. Itzel stared at him with her innocent, doe-eyed look; her eyes wide with what appeared to be oblivion. She placed a hand over her heart, as if to be taken aback, "Yes," Itzel stated kindly, "a fucking spider." A lovely, genuine smile sread across her face and lit up her expression. "I'll have to be going now. I have class." The grin on her face remained. "Maybe I'll see you around some time and we catch a drink," Itzel suggested just before he jumped over the otther side of the wall. With a shake of her head, she turned on her heel and headed toward class, not looking back.

Ooc: okay... er... does someone want to come in and talk to Ben? I think (unless Ben is going to go after her... I doubt) I'm just going to have her completle leave... the thread that is ^^

And sorry this is a horrible post. I'm on my phone.

[Mari Nicole Rousseau]

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Mari was walking slowly and for once just taking everythin in. She walked one step at a time and looked at everything. The grounds were really pretty when one stopped to smell the roses, but today this partier wanted to stop; even if it was just for a couple of hours. Mari was walking along this gravel path that was probably a track around the campus and she sighed.

She pulled her hat up and down, readjusting it and pulling her top up a little. She had the curves to fill it out, but she didn't want an accident to happen with too much exposure. As her heels crunched under the tiny gravel rocks, she touched her pearl necklace and sighed tiredly. She was infact tired, but not from the last night. Even though she had a twinge of a hangover, the mass effects never hit Mari, for she had held her alcohol since she was 15.

Veering off of her path she walked in the soft green grass that felt different and better under her stick heels and she closed her eyes standing there for a moent. Leaning her head back and letting the sun hit her face and open chest she opened her eyes and let them get readjusted. She was seeing black spots. She use to get those as a kid. Blinking and almost tripping over a body sprawled out in the lawn. Placing her foot back on the soft grass she sighed. Pulling out a cigarette from her back pocket and lighting up without a word, her for once, soft voice said, Hey.. Look like you could use one.. she said taking her cigarette out of her mouth and letting the smoke fall gracefully out of her jaw. Blinking she held the cigarette between her fingers and squatted down next to the boy. She didn't want to bother him.