Primetime of Our Lives [[P R I V A T E]]

[Hells_Fire_2010]

Like yea I rock skinnies, yea I rock yea I yea I rock skinnies (so what)
Yea I rock yea I yea I rock skinnies (so what)
Yea I rock yea I yea I rock skinnies
(if you got something to say then please step up)

Hearing the bell ring, signaling the dismissal of all students to their next appointed periods, Anthony quickly packed up his belongings and left the room in a hurry before his friend Ben J could get two words out to him, that would ask him where he was going. His destination? Was straight to the office, in hopes that he would catch up to his cousin before she left. Hopefully she was still there, since his previous plans where hindered by his teacher. Or better yet, the abrupt test she supplied them with out of the blue. Like what was up with the sneaky crap the faculty was pulling on their students now-a-days? Did they want them to fail or something, because at the rate they're throwing random work around, it was bound to happen. To start, they knew damn well that none of them had studied beforehand. If that was the case, no side comments would be made and the more than obvious "F" stamped in red ink at the top of worksheets wouldn't exist. But his math teacher wasn't to blame. No, it wasn't her fault. That notion went straight to Mr. Scarscella who was in charge of both the Math and Science departments. The worst teacher he ever met in the fifteen years of his existence. Don't get him wrong though, Ms. Tristan was right up there along side him, but the crap he had to do as homework, was not freaking homework at all. One, he didn't do it at home because the problems were to hard to understand that he, a straight A student could not wrap his brain around. No matter how hard he tried, or how many tutors he had to help him out, Mr. Scarscella was going to pay big time if he burst a vein in his head. Count on that. If he was still alive that is...

Swinging open the door to the office, Anthony rushed past the receptionist, making sure to shoot a wave to her before heading down the narrow hall that lead to Attendance, just as it's room door gave way to reveal Nicolette walking out.

Side stepping out of the way, Nicolette gave her cousin a puzzling look, as one hand cradle her textbooks to her chest, the other reaching out to stop him. "Whoa, whoa love slow down. What are you doing doing back here?"

Releasing a sigh of relief, Anthony smiled to her before glimpsing behind him to check if anyone was near and ease dropping, then turned back to her. "I need a favor. Well, DJ does, but you know he's not here and all."

Oh, so it was about Darin. Pursing her lips, Nicolette straighten as she cleared her throat. Along with Regi, she has yet to talk to her older cousin as well. It was as if she was mad with everyone at the moment, and clearly, the only one's who knew of it was the three of them. "DJ? Why what does he want now?"
"You see, I need to find out which class this girl is i-"
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes just as she walked past him. Like always with him, a girl was always involved in the end. That was all he thought about. Girls, girls, and more girls. Even though, they were the main cause of his troubles and fights he got in. Darin will just never learn. "Yeah, sorry Anthony but I have to go to class. That's all on him."
"Nikki! Come on. It's not even like that."
Pulling to a stop, Nicolette whirled around on the balls of her pumps, giving Anthony a look in that stated, 'yeah right.'
"No seriously. All he wants me to do is give her back her phone." He started, his hands leveling to his shoulders. "Straight up. Listen, all I need is the classroom she's in, so I can give it to her and be on my way. You know I don't deal with his crap."
Contemplating for a minute, Nicolette debated on whether to do what he asked. Sure, she was still angry with Darin for how he acted towards her, but Anthony was here, and he never lied to her. Plus, she couldn't quite possibly take out her frustrations on him. That would just be rude and besides, she knew that Anthony would not live it down. He'll just continue to beg her until she gave in, or when the both of the got in trouble. Sighing, she nodded her head before making her way back to him. "Alright, fine. But if we get caught, you're taking the fall."

Five minutes later, Anthony was making his way down the hall towards Mr. Wallace's history class. Equipped with a pass to excuse Jasmynn for a minute and to excuse his tardiness when he went to his own class, he knocked once on the door, upon walking in. Catching the teachers attention, he greeted the man while handing him the white pass."Ms. Fulke, the front office would like to see you." Eyes traveling over the students in the room, they halted on her. A mental note going off in his head at how good she looked. Well damn, his brother stay picking the fine girls. What was up with that?

Stepping out of the room, he made sure that they were a few feet away before stopping to face to her. "Hi, you doing? I'm Anthony," he said, thumbing to himself. "I'm, DJ's little brother. The better looking and smart one." Reaching to retrieve her phone, he wasted no time giving it to her. "Yeah, since he's suspended from fighting some dude, I don't know who it was this time because there's too many to count, he wanted me to give you your phone back. You dropped it or something." Slightly tilting his head to the side, he looked her over. Trying to figure out why DJ would keep a hold of her phone in the first place, instead of tossing it how he would normally do. The fact was weird even to him, because he knew the only thing his brother cared about when it came to girls was sex. Not returning their lost property. He wouldn't even waste his time on it. Deciding to be a little nosy, he offered her kind smile before dwelling deeper. "Yo, Jasmynn. You and Darin talking?......Naw" Fanning the thought away, Anthony caught himself. DJ didn't date nobody. Then again, it would serve as a reason to why his brother was acting funny ever since he came back. "Wait, did something happen to him, because buddy acting funny. You know that's my brother and all, and its my duty to look out for him....But you know it ain't my business if y'all.....okay wasting time here. Now what did he tell do again?" Allowing a moment of silence to intervene, he fingers snapped together when he remembered. "Oh, yeah. Darin told me to tell you to call him when school is over. He wants to talk to you, it's important. So yeah. Text him, I don't know but your phone is probably dead and why the hell do I keep saying I don't know?" Like on the real. What the hell was wrong with him? On that note, he knew it was his time to leave. "Alright, I did my job so I'mma clear it. I'm already late. It's up to you, you do whatever. Piece." At that, Anthony bid goodbye to her.

[Bebe Sin]

It's a vibe
It's a rhyme
It's a feeling
A willingness to go with the flow
Don't fight
It's Alright
Take it's hand
You'll feel like the man



Sammy sat, stuffed into the too small desk in Scarscella's first period Algebra class him having made it just in time to be scolded for almost being late. What evils did Scarscella have planned for the day, he wondered while he watched the older man scribble the daily equation on the dry erase board. His morning had been quite uneventful as usual. His younger sister Demita ate a bagel instead of a waffle though, peculiar. He'd have to dissect her later for her mistake.

Scratching at his dreads, his lean face stayed stoic as his mind wandered of into the vast unknowns. The only word he spoke was "Present." when Scarscella didn't call his name. The old guy had the habit of not calling his name just to bother him but Sam knew where his name fell in the chart. Scarscella wouldn't win this round today. Sam was too smart for you...sort of.

He waited patiently for the day to get going when the classroom door creaked open and a skittish looking girl walked in. Tilting his head, he recognized the beauty as the too hot daughter of the old dude whose grass he cut. He thought to wave but what point would it serve. He barely if ever had spoken more than a word to her. It was her younger sibling that kept him company most the time he worked. That little blood monster was strange even by his standards. Her lemonade was good though. She came in with another girl, head full of curls and a nasty look on her face.

Taking an interest in the newcomer, Sam watched her slender figure close as the a bee would a hornet minus the suspicion. She was so...short. She made her way to his direction, was she on a psychic level with him? Had she picked up on his thought about her extremely flat chest? No, in fact, the only seat left in the packed room was right next to him, lucky girl. Now she could share elbow room with him. Sam had to sit in a very specific spot in the back of the room because he had abnormally long limbs and because of his towering six foot three and three-quarters, no one could see over his shoulders. In fact, Scarscella made sure no idiot trying to get a nap in, sat behind Mr. Neward. It was like unwritten law. Sit behind Sam; fail.

Scooting his desk out of line, he let the girl have her allotted space. Who'd want to rub elbows with an alien? Scarscela decided to kick the day off right and greet the new one with a big Marcus Scarscella Algebra "Welcome to Hell" pop quiz. Sighing inaudibly, Sam picked up the pencil already waiting on his desk. Somehow he just knew this was coming. If you watched closely the teacher always got this devious spark in his eye whenever he was creating a test and a few days later, he sprung it on you. He's sort of like Ms. Tristan when she tells the class to run more than usual. The same evil spark. They're a match made in hell no wonder he was calling for her.

Eyes trailing off the board, he watched the girl curious to know if she had any cutesy girl items in her bag pack like his little sister and saw that she pulled out a black pen. With Scarscella's back turned, he leaned over side ways without looking, in the event the man heard him, and whispered, "I advise scrapping the ink. You will make mistakes..." he told her in his odd way of speaking. He meant for her to use a pencil but nothing is ever simple with the dread head unless of course you piss him off but that's another story.

Once the bell rang, he took his skateboard in hand and was nearly the first one out the door. Art was his next period and who wouldn't want to play with paint for an hour. The class was so ridiculously easy for him, he could get a nap in and think of new ways to get on Scarscella's nerves after school. The old fart had made him join the math club and Sam was not a happy camper about it.

"Hey, Ms. T." He waived at the gym teacher as she pushed her way through the rush of students. She only gave a slight "annoyed" flick of the wrist. She looked like she had one hell of a weekend that's for sure. The wristbrand for some club was still around her wrist and the distinct frizziness of her mohican said "I woke up way too late this morning to do anything properly." Go Ms. Tristan.

...

Love is the reason for the human existence ... that and video games.

On the dance floor
The notes your partner
The beat your leader
Jump in line
Conga the night away
Tango with happiness
Lose yourself in the groove...

[Bebe Sin]

Want a piece of this?
I don't think you can handle it
The attitude gets in the way
Drinking doesn't help either...

As in N.O.T interested....

Standing out in the morning sun was draining, especially in Texas, but try standing in the summer heat after a week of non-stop partying. Sound fun? Didn't think so. The past spring break wasn't a break for only the students, oh no. Tristan made more than sure she got her crazies worth even with her charge, Matthew Scarscella latched ot her side the entire time. His father saw fit to try denting her week with the blond Einstein but had no idea how easy going Matthew was. She along with, Macy, Vita and Girl George, took Matthew out on his first date withe the town and when you knew the owners of clubs on a first name basis, sneaking in the kid was no problem. At Thrash, one of the most notoriously dangerous clubs to be in, Matthew played bartender, serving beers with a the owner, Trish. He knocked back chocolate milk shots like a pro and danced the night away with Georgette. Tuesday, he chilled with Macy's sons at her house and Macy's kids weren't the nicest bunch. They were twin seven year-olds built like linebackers and somehow Matt managed to bring them under his little web of control. They were fetching s**t for him the entire day. Wednesday was a blast at Barney's and who do you suppose Nadine ran into? Conference her a**. Marcus was there laughing up a storm with his buddies. He wasn't too thrilled to see Matty in the pub but Tristan beat him into submission saying that he lied and how it was a bad example for Matthew. Matthew played along of course, the sneaky brat.

Vita said 'bloody' enough times to make everyone think she was a used Tampax and Matthew picked it up straight away. Tristan was too drunk half the time to bother punishing him, it was sort of cute. Besides it wasn't really a curse was it? Thursday, oh Thursday, was the Holy Grail of awesome. They all went to Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the UFC fight then went out drinking at the Watering Hole, another pub downtown. In a fit of drunken stupor, not that she needed liquor to be stupid, Vita decided that Matthew's bowl haircut made her "want to put fruit on his 'ead". The four woman spend nearly twenty minutes deliberating what would look cutest on his mug and after Girl George mentioned a matching Mohican, Matthew dove straight for the idea. Vita, ever the crazy Kiwi, was always in the mood to ******** s**t up and went straight for her sheers. At the time, Tristan thought it was awesome. Friday morning, it was not so awesome. His dad would have freaking kittens but hell, the kid liked it so she was happy. By Saturday night he was so high on sugar even he didn't care what his father would say. The week concluded with another night at Trash; Manic Panic Saturday. Anyone with colored hair gets free entry. They didn't have to pay for him any way but the temporary red in Matt's hair was boss. Sunday was spent sleeping, throwing back more beer and chocolate milk. A day well spent with the teacher and Blondie just lazing around on her plush beanbag couch. Of course Sunday night came with a "Good-Bye Spring Break" party and a side order of the "******** its". By the time it came to send the squirt back to prison, Nadine was way too drunk to drive.

Monday morning came in a rush, her and Matt trying to find a pair of clean underwear and watching the clock, begging it not to move anymore. She dropped him off at school forgetting to call the Dad. That might have explained the reason for Nicolette telling her he wanted to see her ASAP. Great day officially ruined.

Dragging her tired feet through the crowd of students, after leaving her class to be attended by a trusted student, she waived at another kid, Neward, before trudging into the math wing. Rubbing at the dark circles beneath her eyes, she entered the classroom as it filled with second period students. Leaning her thigh on the edge of Marcus' desk, she crossed her arms and gave her colleague a cross look. She knew she was in "trouble" with him but there was no way in hell she was going to behave nicely to him when all he did was act like a p***k at every waking moment.
"If you're looking for the kid, he's at school. He got there in one piece and on time, so what the problem, teach? Think I ate him or something? She started off the conversation herself instead of waiting, like a child, to be scolded. Raising both her eyebrows she waited for his smart remark to come as she knew it would. He was sure for one.

The students who had both of them for class, giggled at her statement. It was a well passed around rumor that the two were dating and him calling her like this was sure to add to it. There was also the belief that Matt, since Take Your Child to Work Day, was their love child, despite his hair being blond and both teachers being naturally brunette. Tristan herself didn't mind it, it was sort of cute for the students to do. She remembered doing it herself in high school. To add to it, it was usually the well liked teachers that got talked about. Her being the well liked one of course. Scarscella was the devil's brother if you asked her. The only reason she talked to him or spent the night in his lavish house was Matthew. Well two if you add the fact that his fridge had more food than her. She couldn't see herself with the father at all, he was too grumpy and such a hard a**. He needed to live a little. If he could lighten up a just a tad, then maybe. Snapping herself out of the thought, she interrupted what Marcus was saying. "Huh?" . Wait had he been talking? Damn. Now he's really going to have a horse.







The only thing that gets the body pumping like it should, is a good bed romp...







I don't want you!
I just wanna dance
Rock on with my socks on, thanks..
Get laid..
Go to sleep late
Wake up and go to work
Get paid
Then do it all again...


[[After Marcus reply {I demand a Marcus reply} We'll T-skip to lunch then Gym then after school. Oh yea, Freshh, didn't you have another character or something?]]

[Hells_Fire_2010]

What thing do you take,
to get another thing,
just to throw that thing away?

☑____________Class A Certified Genius

Hearing the many groans sound off in the classroom, brought quite a devious smile to Marcus' face. The interruption was like to music to his ears, as he realized, he was about to have extra free time to himself. Already foretelling the many F's he would ink on the blank worksheets he was going to receive at the end of class. Good thing he only gave them five questions to answer. Less work for him. The bad part about it, was if they got one or two problems wrong, they automatically was going fail. Though Marcus could give a care in the world. It was their fault for not paying attention during lectures, where in he wasted his time going over simple elementary school problems. Okay, maybe not on that level and all, but it still wasn't calculus. Now, that bunch, they had it worse. From the rumors he heard going around, his students had no life when he assigned homework. They literally cursed his death which amused him. But hey, they didn't have to do it. If anything, it'll save him the trouble and breath by explaining the same thing over and over to them. Each student had the choice of dropping his class, if it was too "tough" for them. That is, if he'll allowed them to. Being the Head of both the Math and Science department did have it's perks. He had the say so and final decisions.

Glancing to the back of the room, he searched for his new student, to see that she had taken up residence next to the resident menace. Neward. In all honesty, he still didn't have a clue as to how the kid ended up in his class. One, he didn't even speak English! The stuff that came out of his mouth was the farthest thing from that. Two, it was as if Neward to born to annoy the hell out of him as punishment before entering the vary depths of Hell. Oh, yeah. Marcus had a feeling he was going there after the things he pulled in his teens and early twenties. But sadly, he wasn't going alone. No, the Devil wanted to make sure he had his daughter to accompany him to show him around the neighborhood. She being Ms. Tristan, and as if on cue, the She-Devil entered his classroom. Looking like something a dog chewed on before rejecting it. Tsk. When it came to her, who wouldn't? The woman was crazy and clearly had no form of respect or decency, as she still wore a familiar wrist brand for a night club.

Turning in his chair to face her, his mouth parted to bluntly ask, 'Where the hell is my son?' when she beat him to it. Nonchalantly telling him that he's in school before adding her usual snidey comments. Ha! Ha, ha,...ha. Funny. Real funny Tristan. To answer her question, no he didn't think that she ate him, unless she's into eating fluff consisting of Count Chocula and carrots. He thought she killed him and then hid his body. Which will serve as a reason why he never made it home on his appointed time. Shooting a look to his easing dropping students who quickly started on their tests, Marcus scoffed. "Uh, no." He said sarcastically. "You eat newborns not toddlers remember? How many times do we have to go through this? You promise to kidnap him for a while, and then bring him back at the end of the week. On, Sunday." Why Sundays, you ask? To make a long story short, his mother was to blame. Matthew and him were required to grace her presence for an afternoon brunch and bible bull. When either of them failed to show up, who do you think had to listen to her bicker on and on? "What? Picking up a phone and saying, 'Oh, I'm too lazy to drive' doesn't register in that brain of yours? Hopefully, you remembered to feed him food, and not cereal."

Or should he say beer? Because the signs of a hangover showed in her eyes. "Huh?" He mocked, noticing that Tristan wasn't paying him no mind. Did she even hear what he said? Of course not, as always. Isn't she just great? "Are you serious?" He asked, using a tone as if he was talking to a complete idiot who lacked common sense. "Not shocking. Not only can't you match ten number and their pictures, but you can't even stay focus for a minute. We have a name for that, you know?" Exchanging a sardonic smile with her, he pretended not to see Neward pestering the new girl. At the moment, getting Tristan to comprehend what she did, occupied his time.

Skimming the quiz that was placed before her, Contessa rolled her eyes. This class was going to be a piece of cake. What Scarscella guy was giving, she learned already at her other school. Making her hate the fact that she was about to take the same class over again. Almost regretting not checking off Calculus, because from what she was seeing, she was way passed eight grade math. Dancing her ink pen between her fingers, her moments halted when the dread head next to her, spoke to her. If she understood correctly, he was telling her not to use a pen because she'll mess up. Like that was going to happen. For now, she was good. Half smiling, she bobbed her head once. "Thanks, but I got this covered." And that she did. In no less than ten minutes, she was finished with the quiz. In the end, gaining some looks of confusion from her fellow classmates as she eased back into her seat to relax until the class ended.

At the bell, with her things already packed, Contessa headed for the exit. Barely missing the dread head as he soared past her to go God knows where. "Okay, someone's in a hurry." Clicking her tongue in her cheek, she went over her schedule once more to see where her next class was to be. If only she had that Nicolette girl to show her around some more. Since Drama was next, she figured that the class would be in the auditorium. It made sense to have it in there. Her old one did. If she knew where that was. So, in the end she guaranteed that she was definitely going to be late. Surely the teacher would understand with her being new and all. If she didn't, well that sucked for her if she wasn't born with a little thing called patience.

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Tick-tock, Tick-tock.
s**t!
You heard it right? s**t!

((Oh, suck my d**k! Gosh Darnit! I ******** up. I put Tristan in the room before the bell rung. Oh, well. This is a private rp anyway. We know what's going on. ))

[Freshh Swagg]

“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”

Eloping back into the same thoughts, she mimicked drawing letters with her pen so Mr. Wallace couldn't catch on to her diversion again. With a brief glimpse at the clock, she shrugged in absolute agony; class never ended when you wanted it to. Another good amount of time passed, and soon fifty minutes left turned into twenty. Debating rather to use the bathroom as an excuse to pass more time, a somewhat familiar male entered the classroom. Hearing her name, perplexity fell over her face. The office, what for? Did she do something wrong? Darryl? Placing her pen to the side, she stood up slowly as if cautious to approach the younger male. Nodding as Mr. Wallace simply dismissed her, she followed the "aid" out the door.

"Uhm..Hey. Did I do something? Its not my cousin is it..." Searching his expression for an answer, his next few words only furthered her anxiety. Darin. Following the lead of his hand when he pulled out her phone, her mouth widened slightly. "My phone!" As stupid as she sounded getting excited over her phone, she was relived that she wouldn't have to throw down another three hundred dollars on one. With her ticket already intact and next month's rent calling her name, having to buy another one would have been hell. "Darin gave this back?" Hesitant with each word, she briefly pondered over why he would actually bring it back. Obviously he couldn't be mad, or else he wouldn't give a s**t less. " Damn, thank god. I haven't had a phone in forever." Examining it, she pressed on the home button to realize it had no battery left. Abruptly lifting her chin up as Anthony asked about Darin, her eyes timidly searched the ground for answer. Should she mention anything about her and Darin? She learned along time ago, especially in high school, that most of anything that you didn't want said would end up being told to everyone if said to the right person. Not knowing the guy, was already a problem, and things could end up getting worst if mentioned anything too deep.

"Uh---Darin and me? Ha, that's---ha that's a silly thought. I mean.....I mean we are friends?" Jasmynn always possessed the burden of not being able to tell lies in a truthful manner. Her laugh was anxious and quite obvious that she was lying to him. Sensing the indeed Anthony was nervous as well, she hoped he wouldn't catch on. "Yea--I don't know." Playing the dumb card was always the best escape, and there was never a fear of getting busted for anything. Watching him recollect his thoughts, she wondered what else he was going to say. Hopefully no more questions about Darin. It was like everyone, even Selina and Lucille seemed caught up in Jas's supposed "love affair". Then again, high school was built on drama and gossip, it wasn't really that much of a surprise. Laughing some as he pointed out his own edgy words, it quickly faded as she took in what he was actually saying. Darin wanted to talk ? Curiosity began to fuel the thoughts that soon flooded her mind. Seizing an opportunity to question Anthony about Darin, it was already too late before he dismissed himself. "Okay then, thanks." She spoke with little emotion, a feeble smile decorating her lips as Anthony turned away. Stationary for a moment from the feeling of bewilderment, she was also thrilled at the same time.

* * *

Each class period seemed to be for an overly prolonged amount of time. By the time the bell dismissed her for lunch, she was deathly tired. Dragging her feet out of the classroom and to the cafeteria, she basically collapsed on an empty table. Exhausted mentally and physically, she was ready to go home and pass out. Placing her belongings on the table, she rested her head on her book bag. Fifty minutes of lunch was just enough time to get caught up on sleep, maybe then she would have the stamina to go to the dance studio. It had always been a while since she had some time to relax and do what made her content, dance. Mentally shutting out the loud chattering around her, she managed to get in fifteen minutes of a nap before Selina sat down to wake her up again.
" Alright misses crabs are you in a better mood? Guess what! So Mike's b***h a** finally texted. I knew he would, but ya know..ha---you know I keep his a** n check--aha. Anyways, he said he wants to chill soon n he misses my fine a** can you believe that?" Getting a few pokes in the arm, Jas groaned miserably while turning to face Selina.
"When you gon let me sleep Se?" Laughing softly, she pushed her hair back to keep it from her face. "Oh my god you are so hung up on him. He is such a lame why do you even bother. Thats what you call a booty call . Nothin else but that n seriously he---." Cutting her off, Selina interrupted in opposition as usual.
"Nah nah nah, it aint a booty call. We only smashed like once he dont want that from me. I think he startin to see what I'm worth ya know? Plus he tol me that he can see us dating in the future, so we should take it slow. See what I mean? "
Scoffing at the thought, Jas couldn't help but poke fun. "Yeah, take it slow , in other words, stall so I don't have to be in a relationship. You stupid Se but whateva. I'm not the one fuxin wit him." Shifting her head to the other side, she closed her eyes in attempt to drop the subject. It was more than irritating talking about Mike all the time, obviously Selina was blind when it came to him. Oh well, she herself had no room to talk. From what everyone had told her, she had already messed with someone who had a reputation. That would be simply hypocritical to judge Selina by her decisions. Oh well.
"It's all good you'll see. Anyways, I gotta go make up a test I missed. Wish me luck! N call me off your home phone or somethin." A quick goodbye, and Selina vanished into the crowd of students. Now that Selina was gone, Jas could continue to get some rest for the rest of the long day.

(( XD. i can't believe it took me that long to write all that lol. lammeeee me : P ))


“Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.”