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Taylor and Tyler had left for school at different times, Taylor, of course, got there first.

He walked up the steps of the school and entered the front doors, heading for his locker, "I wonder if Tyler will make it on time today?" Taylor asked himself, noting that Tyler was still in bed when he was leaving. Shrugging, Taylor put his bag in his locker and pulled out his books for his first class of the day. He walked in and saw Rozwell there already, but paid little attention to him as he was still worrying that Tyler wouldn't make it on time.

Tyler had gotten home late last night, again, and he'd woke up later than normal, having to rush out the door for school, "Tch, damn alarm clock, it broke on the first hit." he grumbled under his breath as he ran to the bus stop just as the bus was about to leave, barely making it.

Danzel was sitting at the back of a classroom, his head resting on his folded arms as he snoozed silently. Other students began to walk in the room, and, like always, began to mess with the sleeping boy. They'd draw on his face or stick his hand in warm water all the time, thinking it was funny.... at the time they do it, but when he'd wake up, he wouldn't react like they'd wish and their fun was for nothing.

Muli looks at her, he has a confused look on his face, "Who're you?" He pulls out his books and looks at Belphe, "What's a Neko?" He thinks for a second and his ears twitch, his tail moving back and forth now, fully recovered. "And a 'otaku'?" He tilts his head and his eyes turn into slits. He pulls out one of his fish plushes, he was able to hear the smallest whisper.

Muli smiles, surprised when she tugs on his tail, "Hey now, not on the first date." He gets all of the things he needs and listens. "We are all rather odd." He yawns like a cat, "Yep, real. Common misconception most have." He fixes his hair in his fish mirror and walks off, his tail flipping and doing odd things, it had a mind of its own. He slinks to the walls of the classroom, Rozwell looked not to be in a good mood.

Danzel's eyes opened slowly as he heard someone sit down next to him, and looked up from his arm pillows to see a girl. He grumbled under his breath about how new students were always so loud and never knew when to shut up as he turned his face to look up at the front of the room. He watched as Mrs. Large wrote the math problems, and when she turned around, her eyes had caught a glimps of him and she held back a chuckle, consealing it with a stern look, "Danzel... go- go to the bathroom and wash your face off." she said, her voice almost giving in to the laughter she held back. A majority of the guys in the room tunred around in their seats, half of them smirking and the other half holding back surprised chuckles. Today the guys decided to put make up on Danzel, and there was so much caked on his face that he looked like a circus clown. He sighed, getting up from his desk and yawning as he walked out ot the bathroom.

Taylor was still worried about Tyler as he was staring out the window. Normally they'd leave at the same time that way Tyler wouldn't be late or try to skip school, but today he wouldn't get up when Taylor tried to wake him up. Sighing, Taylor looked down at his desk and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Belphe, "Oh, good morning Belphe, didn't see you there for a moment." he said in his gentle tone, a smile plastered on his face as he turned to face the front of the room while waiting for the teacher to begin class.

Tyler had finally made it to school, but the moment he'd set foot past the gates of the school, the loud school bell rung and he cursed under his breath, "Damn, so close." he said with a shrug as he jogged to the front doors and to the locker room, quickly realizing that he'd forgotten to bring his clothes for Gym, "Dammit!" today just wasn't his day. He tossed his bag on a bench and pulled out his phone, quickly texting his brother to borrow his gym clothes.

After a short moment, Danzel returned, his face clean and dull, just like it was before he'd been used as a canvas for the other boys' amusement. He slumped into the sat next to Zoey, still not paying much attention to her or anything else really, just staring out the windows with a day dreamer's eye.

Taylor rolled his eyes at Belphe, then quickly pulled out his phone, luckily he was in a seat to where he wasn't easily seen by the teacher as he read his brother's text and smriked. He knew that Tyler'd forget, so he'd brought extra's for him to wear. He sighed and he slipped his phone back into his pocket after texting Tyler back. He wondered what today would be like, so far, it was rather hectic for his brother, so that almost always spelled out the words, 'Out of whack day!' for Taylor.

Tyler quickly changed and jogged outside where his class was to meet this morning. He smirked. They were doing the mile today, and Tyler's blood was pumping for it. He loved running, and he knew that he was one of the best runners at this school, although there were a few who could outrun him in speed, but in a long run, he had the most endurance out of everyone.

Tyler had started off with a jog, letting the others who thought that they were fast believe that they were the best runners for a little bit, but then he slowly started to catch up to them and easily pasted them with speed and grace before they were even half way done with the first lap.

Danzel had caught glimpse of Tyler running around the track outside, his hand came up and his cheek as he watched the white haired boy run around the track quickly, "Dumba**'s gonna' get tired." he said quietly to himself.

Taylor looked at Belphe and, once again, rolled his eyes. He was half tempted to tilt his chair back so he'd fall, but he knew of three possible outcomes for that. One, he'd get into trouble. Two, he'd get into trouble. Three, he'd get into trouble... so in other words, he was just going to ignore the bo for now.

Rozwell looks at Belphe, "Maybe you should have the sense beat into you." He cracks his neck and smiles evilly.

Muli gives Belphe a look, he would not help him this time, last time he was thrown off the school. Cats always land on there feet, even when it hurts like a b***h. Muli could become a were-cat of sorts so he was an alright fighter. But he was never going to get in a fight with Rozwell EVER again.

Rozwell stands out of his chair, playing off his blush as one of anger, "What was that you little f**?" He starts to walk to his desk, pissed.