The Breakfast Club (IC)

[gagonthis]

Chris sighed as the Principal kept doing his thing. This was boring as hell. Yawning loudly as the crazy girl started going on another one of her whacky rants. He pulled out his ipod, being careful to keep it close to him so that cocksucker wouldn't try to snatch it again. Sighing he fished out another notebook, opening it up and scribbling some new ideas for his grafitti, yawning loudly again, as he focused on his works.

 

[LitShark]

Sam blinked a few times. He had remembered the report Mr. Alpha had filed and wondered about it. He sat on the desk in front of her, facing her with his feet on the seat.

"Alright then Rhett Butler, enlighten me." Sam said with genuine interest, "Alphie didn't tell me hardly anything about the incident, so I'll believe you. What was that snake charmer act all about?"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"Spare me. You don't care and to be honest neither do I." She got up with a roll of her eyes looking toward Chris with a glare. He was so annoying sometimes but damn it if he wasn't cute... ah well. She let the principle sit at desk watching her as she went to collect some more books. Maybe this time she'd write a report just to shut him up and get out of here.

 

[LitShark]

'That's what I get for trying to be "understanding".' Sam thought to himself as he brushed his long red hair back. Regardless of the goth girl rejecting his attempts at opening up to them it was much more interesting in here than in his office. He went to the front of the room and sat at the front desk, facing the library, where the librarian usually sat, he threw his feet up on the table and leaned back.

"I guess I'll just hang around here myself, since I can't trust any of you." He glared at Erin and Shana.

 

[ManOSafety]

Rich

Stifling a groan as Mr. Dean sits down at the front of the room, making a crappy day even worse simply by his presence. Any possibility of the day being salvaged had just gone to hell in a handbasket.

Rather than just sit there, Rich pushes his chair back and heads back into the stacks looking for a book, maybe something will help him come up with a topic to write about, or at least he can kill sometime doing something more than just sitting there.

 

[gagonthis]

Chris smiled slightly as the Principle sat down at the front of the classroom. Figures, fucking skirt chaser would stay in here, probably hoping to get himself a bit of barely legal ass.. He'd heard the stories about the principal, and knew for a fact that he'd probably already smoked down the joint he was sucking on earlier.... Chris sighed... he was bored again and everyone was calm and being boring again... yawning loudly he started banging out the beat to the song on his desk humming the lyrics before breaking into song.

Straight outta Compton
is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
and make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous motherfucker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him

Chris smiled at the principal as he kept singing

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bella peeked her head out from behind he bookcases glaring at Chris. "Seriously who strangled the cat? You'd do better as a grafitti artist..." she groaned. It was odd that the principle wouldn't notice Chris' talent for art. Despite the vandalization the boy had seriously mad talents with colors and constrast. He knew what worked and what did not and yet she'd only seen him ever so often in art class. A few times she had tried complementing him but he'd get a littel self conscious and storm out of the class in a huff.

Still rather than get on the guy's case it would have been better to acknowledge his skill and perhaps point him in a more postive manner. She knew of some grafitti places that needed artists like him to do designs for urban allure. She smirked dipping back into the bookcases only to bump into Rich on the way. "Excuse me."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Shana had moved around a bit before the principle came back inside the library. By then the words she and Chris exchanged had faded, and he had his iPod out. Funny, you'd think someone as lame as him would be able to afford one. Probably stole it, she thought. But Shana couldn't help but watch as he and the "Principle" began to go at each other. She would've offered her two cents, but well there was no point. But what could be considered the best part was the hilarious exchanging of words between Bella, who had come back from the stacks, and the apparently high authority figure.

"Seriously who strangled the cat? You'd do better as a grafitti artist..."

Shana giggled at the statement, and she recieved a cold glance from Chris.

"She has a point." she said, suddenly standing behind him and looking at the drawings/sketches he was doing.

 

[LitShark]

Sam couldn't help the cocky smile that graced his face as the other students objected to Chris loudly spouting lyrics from some obscure remake of an Easy-E song. Sam wondered if Chris even knew the original version of that song.

"If you ask me, any rapper who rips off material from somebody who dies of AIDS is a coward. Why don't you take those headphones off? Singing along like that completely defeats the purpose of headphones."

 

[gagonthis]

Chris just pretended he couldn't here anyone else and shrugged slightly, going back to his music. He wasn't surprised that the principal knew about NWA and Easy-E... he was probably one of those lame ass fucks who joined in the boycotts against the music when it first came out. Rips off the music though? Considering he was singing along to Straight Outta Compton he had no idea what the old man was talking about. Yawning again he glanced over his shoulder at Shana, he was bored enough to talk to her, he slid the headphones up on his head and smiled at her, the friendliest one he could manage. "Check this out, I can do anything." He said with a smile as he bent over the paper, scribbling her name out in his signature style, the letters squished together closely, written in an old skool wildstyle. He showed her how the letters flowed together to form her name, smiling slightly, he took a bit of pride in his work and it was the only thing he really cared about.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Shana watched him peer up from his current task, and he actually smiled at her. She didn't really expect that, and her brain was racking ideas as to what lay behind that smile. She found out soon enough, as he began to furiously scribble something. Her eyes glanced down at the paper, but his hands covered it till he finished. She leaned down just slightly as he held it up. Shana was written on the page in a style of writing that you'd normally find on railroad trucks. She smiled, and an idea popped in her head. She asked Chris for a piece of paper.

"I want to try something." she said.

 

[gagonthis]

She smiled slightly as he showed her the drawing and he frowned a bit. Why was he doing things for these people anyway? All he was to them was a druggie troublemaker. It might be mostly the truth, but he hated being treated like he was some kind of moron for it. He shook his thoughts away as she asked him for a piece of paper. He flipped to the back of his sketchbook, and ripped a page out, handing it to her. "Whatcha got in mind?" He asked.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"Whatcha got in mind?" Chris had asked, but Shana had already taken out a pen of her own and turning the desk behind her began to draw out Chris's name in Calligraphy. It was one of the types of penmanship that she had finally mastered, and she figured that if he had drawn her name, she'd return the favor. She looked it over and then handed him the paper. She sat down on the table behind her, her arms extended behind her back.

 

[gagonthis]

Chris chuckled as he took the paper. "That's real cool." He said honestly."I know a guy in the city who tags in calligraphy. He's one of the more original kings out there today... I might have some examples of his work..." He was getting excited, he always liked talking about this stuff. He dug through his backpack and pulled out his black book, a mini notebook he used for sketches and for collecting examples of others work. He flipped through it before finding the piece he was looking for, showing it to her. "He's got a real flair for the style, it almost pops from the page. I can't do it justice with a copy, but he's got this back to back he did on Fifth avenue... it's epic." He chuckled slightly as he shook himself back to reality.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Chris let out a slight chuckle, and Shana knew she hit her mark. She prided herself in her talents, which mainly included hours or practice to develop. But she had the time and brains to do it.

"That's real cool. I know a guy in the city who tags in calligraphy. He's one of the more original kings out there today... I might have some examples of his work..." Chris kept on saying. Shana watched on as he started to shuffle around. He pulled out this black book, which she could only guess at its contents, and sure enough he showed her an example. It was a more liberal form of the style, but it had its qualities.

"He's got a real flair for the style, it almost pops from the page. I can't do it justice with a copy, but he's got this back to back he did on Fifth avenue... it's epic." He said with a laugh, and then stopping shrugged his shoulders.

"Neat." Shana said, and her head drooped to the side, staring at the others.

 

[gagonthis]

He chuckled. She didn't seem that interested, not surprising, very few people outside the culture actually found it interesting. Grafitti was the realm of troublemakers most people thought, and unfortunately Chris Blest wasn't a very good representative for changing that image. It wasn't that he enjoyed being a bastard... well actually it was... but he just never saw any reason to concentrate in school when all the things he was interested in learning weren't covered in the ciriculium... yeah yeah so he sounded like one of those 'no one understands me' people, but it was sort of true. Eh whatev. He pulled his headphones back over his ears and began drawing again.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Erin

Erin shifts restlessly in her chair, her chin resting in her hand, as her foot swings impatiently back and forth, back and forth.

Thank god, Chirs put his head phones back on, maybe now there would be quiet again. She didn't now which was worse, Chris's singing or the seemingly endless, pointless, dull, yammering. Silence was best, she reminds herself she doesn't care what these people have to say.

She tried to let her mind drift away, make mental lists, concentrate on her own problems but it was impossible. Now matter how she tried, she kept being drawn back to the library and the people in it.

She wasn't ready to analyze anything or anyone, but she had to admit to herself they were slightly more interesting that she thought they'd be. She runs her fingers through her red curls, then smoothes them back into place as she casually glances at the others.

 

[LitShark]

Sam Dean couldn’t help but think that sitting here was little more entertaining than his office had been. Part of him had hoped he would walk back in to chaos. The only noticeable advantage to sitting in the library was the view. He glanced over at Erin, sitting quietly at her desk, leaning forward slightly to show just a glimpse of cleavage.

Sam knew it was glances like these that had earned him the nickname of principal pedophile, but he didn’t care. A few harmless glances afforded his imagination licence to engage in countless, indescretions.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Erin

Realizing Mr. Dean is looking in her direction, if not at her and down her shirt, Erin leans back in her chair and turns away. The last thing she wants is to get caught looking at him. Just because half the girls in school drool over the "Pedophile Principle" that doesn't mean she will too.

She looks again, from the corner of her eye, as she stretches slightly. He really is the best looking thing in the room. She smiles to herself, gotta love that red hair.

She fingers one of her own red curls, too bad he is such an ass with such a nice ass.

 

[LitShark]

Sam noticed Erin begin playing with one of her long red curls. He couldn't be sure but it looked like she was trying to contain a smile. Sam quickly looked away as they made eye contact for a moment out of the corner of her eye.

Sam tried to cover quickly, running his fingers through his straight red hair hiding the grin he was now fighting to contain. He looked up at Erin again, his hand mostly obscuring his face.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Erin

Sam noticed Erin begin playing with one of her long red curls. He couldn't be sure but it looked like she was trying to contain a smile. Sam quickly looked away as they made eye contact for a moment out of the corner of her eye.

Sam tried to cover quickly, running his fingers through his straight red hair hiding the grin he was now fighting to contain. He looked up at Erin again, his hand mostly obscuring his face.

Damn.

She cursed herself, as she made eye contact with the principle. She felt the fair skin of her cheeks turn pink and warm.

Caught.

She trys to pass it off as an accident. No, she wasn't looking at him, she was looking around him. She breaks the gaze and slowly turns her head as if continuing to cast a glance around the room. She nervously tosses her curls back over her shoulder, hardly daring to look back at him. She wonders if her rouse worked, but glancing back she could see little of his face. Not enough to judge but enough to hope he hadn't noticed.

 

[LitShark]

His sidelong glance had been captured into a reckless gaze out of the corner of his eye. He watched the girl blush and realized that he wasmaking her even more nervous than she was making him. He waited for her to glance back momentarily and shot her a private wink. making it look casual so he could deny it later if it was found to be unwelcome.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Erin

Her cheeks turn from pink to red, from warm to hot, as when glancing back in his direction, she thought she saw him wink at her. It was small and subtle, she knows she could be mistaken but it affects her anyway.

She tries to appear casual but cannot not supress a returning smile before she turns away from him. Shifting uncomfortably in her hard plastic chair, she crosses her legs, she looks for something to occupy her nervous hands but only finds one returning to finger a twisting curl of her hair.

 

[gagonthis]

Chris Blest watched the whole scene with sickened amusement. Wow... so all those rumors were true he thought to himself as he watched the principal openly flirting with the class bitch. He chuckled slightly under his breath but hid it by pretending to cough. What a corrupt fuck Chris thought. The man took his weed, and by the aroma hanging on his suit when he came back into the library it was obvious he had puffed the whole thing gone in his office, and now he was blatantly eye-fucking Ms. Stick-up-her-ass. Chris was quickly getting bored with the whole detention thing. None of these people were really interesting him at all. The jock was still chasing the goth around, even if only with his eyes, trying to get a piece of her exotic fruit, the nerd had seemed interesting for about two seconds, but then had retreated back inside her shell and now he watched the reigning school cunt trying her best not to wet her panties for Principle Pedophile, and by the looks of it, failing miserably. He leaned back, still listening to his ipod as he sighed loudly, shaking his head in disappointment at the scene. Maybe he'd bust out as soon as the opportunity presented itself, not a whole lot going on here after all.

 

[LitShark]

Sam saw her nervous twitches and fidgting increase after his wink. She was making an effort to avert her eyes and twirled one of her red curls. Sam wasn't sure how to proceed. She wanted him, but there were far too many eyes around. He tried to get her attention, needing to find privacy if this devious desire had any chance at fruition.