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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 1, 2008 14:30:41 GMT -5
Devyn sang to himself as he waltzed down the school hallway. He wasn't very good but he wasn't one to care. He was on his way to drop his backpack off at his locker because really, he was sick of school and wanted nothing more to do with it. He'd made his decision to skip his last class just moments ago, although what he was going to do instead, he wasn't sure. He was debating whether he should get high, as it had been a long time since he'd had the chance to do so, or maybe he'd go to the mall - he was in need of some new jeans anyway. Upon reaching his destination, he started working on the lock, praying to god that it wouldn't take more than two tries to get it open - he really wasn't in the mood to fight with his locker today.
After twisting the lock around multiple times and still not getting the door open, he swore under his breath. He was sending deadly glares in his locker's direction and wondered if he kicked it.. then maybe it would open. If nothing, it would help him let out some frustration. Devyn sent his foot flying and when it did nothing, as he should have known since violence never solves anything, he frowned. All I want, is to get out of this shithole he thought and glanced around the empty hallway. He reached around and took off his pack, dropping it carelessly to the ground and going back to twisting his lock, a look of concentration covering his face.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 1, 2008 15:11:55 GMT -5
Hot tears burnt his eyes as he walked slowly through the empty hall. Wiping his face angrily, he pulled his hand away and saw black makeup smudges on his hands. Great, the mascara’s cheap, clumpy and it runs like hell. Sick of the boy who sat next to him in maths who constantly prodded his leg with a compass point, he had decided to be daring for once. He was going to skip maths! Hart hated rebellion, it made him feel unsafe, so no doubt he’d give in and go to maths anyway, and make some pathetic excuse about going to the bathroom or something. He heard the crash of a locker being hit, and he glanced up from the floor, his hair covering one smoky blue eye. A boy was at his locker, and Hart’s stomach twisted. It was the boy from his geography class. The one his teacher had forced him to sit next to for the whole semester, and the boy who he had irrational feelings for. Feeling himself blush, he clenched his teeth. What was he supposed to do? His locker was very close to the other boy’s. Did he dare go anywhere near him? Hart was absolutely petrified of Devyn. He was just the kind of rebelish bad boy that scared the living shit out of Hart, yet he seemed to feel…Hart wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly he felt. But what ever it was, it wasn’t right somehow…Taking a deep breath, he walked slowly towards his locker which was only a few down from Devyn’s, and opened it as inconspicuously as possible. Hart wished so badly that the door opened the other way, so that he could hide behind it. But alas, Hart stood out like a blushing beacon. Oh just fucking wonderful.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 1, 2008 15:33:30 GMT -5
"Hah! I totally beat you!" Devyn laughed and wrenched his locker open. It had only taken, oh, eight tries, but he'd finally managed to get it open. Crouching down, he opened his pack and started stuffing his school books inside his locker. He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over, a slight smirk forming on his face as he caught sight of Hart, the kid he sat next to in Geography. Although they'd never really spoke before, Devyn considered them to be acquaintance. He had to wonder though, just what the boy was doing at his locker. Hart had never struck him as the type to skip class.
After stuffing the last of his books inside, he grabbed his sweater out and quickly did another sweep of the hallway, making sure there were no teachers around. When he was sure it was clear, he reached into his locker again and grabbed out a zip lock bag containing his oh-so-precious weed. Kneeling down, he quickly stuffed the baggie in his pack and slammed the door to his locker shut, pulling on his backpack as he did so. Turning toward Hart, he made his way over and crossed his arms as he leaned against one of the lockers.
"Hey. What are you doing out here, Mr. Kennedy?" Devyn laughed and raised an eyebrow, taking note of the ever present blush covering Hart's face, "Shouldn't you be in class?"
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 1, 2008 15:56:05 GMT -5
Hart saw Devyn take a bag of something out of his locker, but didn’t have a clue what it was. But to be honest, he was curious and even more scared of the guy now. He thought he was in the clear as he shoved books for homework in his bag, but suddenly someone spoke right next to him, and he jumped about half a foot in the air.
“Devyn!” he exclaimed, wide eyed in shock, and his blush deepened even more. He grabbed his forearm, rubbing it in embarrassment. He hated being embarrassed, and this was about as awkward as it got.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I really don’t like getting stabbed in the leg with a compass,” he muttered grumpily, wiping his face again, hoping it just looked like he was tired, not that he had been crying.
[sorry short, g2g now D8]
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 1, 2008 17:35:08 GMT -5
Devyn let out a short laugh as Hart jumped. He hadn't meant to scare him, he'd thought that Hart knew he was there. Shaking his bangs out of his face, he tilted his head and bit his lip as he checked out his classmate. There was no denying the fact that Hart was unbelievably gorgeous. With a face like his, he could have the whole world at his feet, all he needed was confidence. From the first day that Devyn had laid eyes on the boy, he'd wanted him - if only for a night. The only problem was that he wasn't sure if Hart was gay. If he'd known his sexuality, he would have already made his move, however in the last few day's he decided he was going to go for it. All he had to do was make Hart think he cared, and he'd be good to go.
Devyn was pulled out his thoughts of what he'd like to do to the boy when he heard Harts voice. He tuned in just in time to hear him mention something about being stabbed by a compass. He looked over Hart's face and noticed that he looked slightly disheveled - almost like he'd been crying. However, he didn't really care and decided against saying anything that could possibly make Hart blush more than he was at the moment.
"Are you skipping math?" he asked, shifting his backpack so it sat more comfortably. He knew that because of Hart's personality, he'd have to befriend him - and what better way to become friends with someone, than hanging out while skipping class? And - of course - getting high. But by the looks of things, Devyn had a feeling he'd be the only one smoking up.
"If you are, we should totally chill together. You up for it?" Devyn nodded his head in emphasis, and narrowed his eyes as he awaited a response.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 2, 2008 2:25:41 GMT -5
Devyn had laughed at his slightly highly strung composure, which lent him to getting easily frightened, and Hart half smiled, trying to seem light hearted about it. He wasn’t really sure if Devyn was being mean or not, he wasn’t really sure about anything. The other boy seemed lost in thought, and Hart picked stubborn acrylic paint out of his nails that were still lodged in there from his last art class. His smoky blue eyes were narrowed in concentration as he finally managed to get a large bit of green out from the side between his nail and skin. Devyn seemed to be a lot friendlier than he had been in geography, and in home room. Then, he seemed to put up barriers to everyone, but all of a sudden he was talking to Hart, of all people. Hart, the class oddball, the one everyone picked on and called ‘Pillow Biter’ between lesions. Hart subconsciously rubbed the spot where the stupid jock he sat next to in maths stabbed him constantly, and sighed. He glanced up nervously when Devyn spoke again, hiding behind his shoulder length hair.
“I…Guess…” he said faintly, it sounded even worse when it was said out loud, “I don’t know, it’s stupid…I’ll get in trouble,” he frowned, picking up his bag and closing his locker. He really should go to the lesion, or he’d get detention and he already had masses of homework he needed to do well...Devyn’s next comment made him freeze.
“What, like-…Err…I dunno, I should-…Uh, sure,” he stumbled over his words, feeling his blush come back. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at Devyn properly, and smiled nervously.
“Okay,” he said with a bit more certainty than before, rubbing his toe into the floor to get rid of his nervous energy that was building up like static in a balloon.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 2, 2008 6:49:25 GMT -5
Pushing himself away from the locker, Devyn yawned and stretched himself out, as he shifted from foot to foot. He froze when he thought he heard footsteps but turned back to looking at Hart when he realized it was all in his head. He rolled his eyes when Hart mentioned getting in trouble and frowned; how was he going to play with him, if he wouldn't even skip one measly class? As Hart stumbled over his words, Devyn chuckled to himself. He was cute when he was unsure of himself - it only made him want him more. When Hart finally agreed, the blush had creeped back.
"This is gonna be killer," he stated, moving to make sure he was just close enough for Hart to feel the heat radiating from his body as he spoke. He brushed past him quickly, on his way to somewhere he wasn't quite sure of yet. He knew that when he wanted to get high at school, he'd usually do it in the bathroom. However, he no longer wanted to be there and he stopped in his tracks. Biting his lip in concentration, he turned back to face Hart.
"Where's somewhere that no one goes?" he asked, he still considered himself to be new to the school and over the months, he hadn't done much exploring. he wasn't sure whether or not Hart had, but it couldn't hurt to ask.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 2, 2008 7:32:41 GMT -5
Hart nodded unsurely in agreement to Devyn’s…interesting choice of words and smiled tensely. Suddenly, Devyn was a lot closer than he had been a moment before, and Hart blushed furiously. They were so close he could almost feel the other boy’s breath on his skin. Devyn brushed past him, and he flinched. Hart was frozen to the spot, he’d just touched Devyn…no…surely it was accidental? Why would Devyn purposefully brush against him? Shaking this off, he realised Devyn was walking off, and he trotted after him like a loyal dog, hanging back slightly. He wasn’t sure if they were on walking shoulder to shoulder terms. He felt tense, and slightly giddy, his face flushed and uncomfortably warm.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he found he’d lost his voice, and clenched his jaw shut, feeling increasingly frustrated and embarrassed. Why was Devyn suddenly trying to be his friend? Why now? They sat next to each other in Geography, and had the same home room, so why pick now - whilst bunking off from class - to decide he wanted to make friends? He barely caught Devyn’s question, and pondered for a moment.
“These jocks shut me in a closet in a disused classroom last week?” he offered hopefully. He didn’t want to look like an idiot who didn’t know the school in front of Devyn. In truth, he had only joined at the beginning of Sophomore year and the only way he got to see places he wasn’t meant to be was when he was being shut and blocked into closets and given false directions.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 2, 2008 8:51:37 GMT -5
"That's no good. I'm not much of a closet person." Devyn muttered, and laughed as he realized the double meaning behind what he'd said. Shaking his bangs out of his face again, he shuddered at the thought of being in a closet. Although it would probably be a good place to go, he was slightly claustrophobic and really didn't feel like having anyone find out about his fear. As he shuffled from foot to foot, he shrugged and turned, walking off again. He wasn't really headed anywhere, but he figured now was as good a time as any to get to know the school. He assumed he'd find somewhere eventually.
"You shouldn't let them push you around like that," he stated, turning to make sure that Hart was there, and he wasn't just talking to nothing, "You need to like, get some confidence or something. Show them they're no better than you."
Devyn stopped suddenly, as the hallway had split in two. He knew that if he went left, he'd be going past the class he was supposed to be in, which was no good. If he went right, there were the bathrooms and beyond that, he had no idea. He turned sharply and skipped his way into the male bathrooms, hoping Hart was keeping up. He knew that a lot of the time people either couldn't, or didn't want to, keep up with him and he would end up being ditched.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 2, 2008 9:38:26 GMT -5
Being a naïve thing, Hart was totally oblivious to the second meaning of Devyn’s comment, but laughed along with him anyway. It wasn’t Hart’s fault he was a bit slow and behind everyone else. As Devyn started off again, Hart found himself having to walk faster than usual, and was having a hard time keeping up.
“What do you mean?” he asked breathily, trying hard not to fall behind. Frowning, he bit his lip thoughtfully, “What, like…Bully them back?” his brow creased in confusion. Was Devyn talking about revenge, or giving them a taste of their own medicine or something?
“I don’t exactly think ‘Pillow Biter’ kid is going to rattle them too badly,” he added bitterly. He sighed slightly dramatically, it wasn’t his fault he was a bit feminine. It was just the way he was. Having a really girly, fashion obsessed sister as a best friend and childhood playmate could do that to a guy. Devyn suddenly stopped, and Hart walked into him. Squeaking in surprise, he jumped back, and the blush that had just faded raced back to his face.
“Oh god, I’m sorry…I-I wasn’t looking,” he blurted out his words like he couldn’t get them out fast enough, hating the uncomfortable, embarrassed feeling that just got worse the longer he was with Devyn. He’d hardly got himself together again when Devyn skipped away, towards the bathrooms. Hart blinked in confusion, getting left behind, and he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be following, and raced after Devyn.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 2, 2008 14:12:15 GMT -5
Devyn shook his head and shrugged. He himself had never been bullied a lot, at least not physically. He'd been called names but that was the extent to his bullying and that had only been because he was gay and only when he was younger. He hadn't really thought before he spoke, something he tended to do a lot, therefore he realized that it would probably be harder for Hart to fight back, especially since most bullies did their bullying in groups.
"I dunno. Maybe not bully them back, but try to find out something about the person who does it most. Or make something up and spread it," he said, a mischevious look in his eyes and a slightly evil grin on his face, “It has to be really awful though, something they’ll never live down.”
Having shrugged off Harts apology, Devyn raced over to the single window in the bathroom, quickly opening it as wide as he could get it. He dropped his backpack to the floor and hastily glanced under the couple stall doors to make sure no one was there. When he saw no one was, he trotted back over and sat down under the window, motioning for Hart to join him. As he reached into he bag, he stopped and wondered if maybe, it wasn’t the best idea. For all he knew, Hart might be one of those kids that would go to a teacher and get him into trouble for what he was about to do.
“Do you mind if I.. um, smoke?” he asked, looking at Hart with hopeful eyes.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 2, 2008 14:43:27 GMT -5
Hart seemed unsure. Making up stuff and spreading it sounded like bullying them back to him, but he didn’t say anything because he didn’t think he should. As they walked into the bathroom, Devyn raced to the window and opened it. Hart tipped his head to the side in confusion, tucking his hair behind his ears.
“Why are you-?” he was cut off as Devyn spoke. Understanding now, he nodded hesitantly.
“I guess…Are you sure we won’t get caught? I mean…bunking off is bad in itself but…Smoking in the bathrooms?” he frowned, locking eyes with the other boy. He felt himself shiver under his hopeful stare, and he looked away quickly. This was totally stupid. He was bunking off, and now he was with a boy who was smoking in the bathrooms and he was going to get into so much trouble if he was caught. Reluctantly he walked over to the other side of the room and sat down under the window next to Devyn. He made sure he sat far enough away not to touch him, but close enough that he almost could. Unsure why he’d put so much thought into the distance between them, he bent his leg so that his knee was sticking up between them, resting his arm on it casually. After a moment he drew both legs up to his body and wrapped his arms around them, resting his chin on his knee. He felt comfortable like this, and let his smoky blue eyes slide closed for a moment, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, trying to calm himself down. His face had returned to a normal colour and temperature now, but he still felt awkward and scared.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 2, 2008 15:28:22 GMT -5
Devyn rolled his eyes as Hart rambled on about getting caught and in trouble - all he really heard was 'blahblahblah'.
"You've never skipped, have you?" he threw out the question, and decided to make an attempt at reassuring his classmate, "I've been skipping and smoking in here since day one, and I haven't gotten caught yet."
He held eye contact with Hart for a moment and continued to stare, even when he'd turned away. He pulled some papers out of his bag and set them next to him as Hart sat down. Although he was tempted to move closer, he didn't want to scare Hart off. He turned his attention back to the boy and pulled out the baggie, placing it next to his papers. He watched as Hart drew his legs up to his chest and closed his eyes, he looked nervous, and that was something Devyn knew he had to change. He shifted so he was sitting indian style and grabbed a paper along with his baggie - which he could tell had just enough for one joint - and started rolling.
"So..I don't know you very well," Devyn muttered, stating the obvious, "What're you into?" he raised an eyebrow as he glanced momentarily at Hart, hoping that his tone made it seem like he actually cared.
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Apr 2, 2008 15:44:10 GMT -5
Blushing slightly, he shook his head. Hart had never been one to disobey the rules. He wasn’t really that smart. He didn’t see the point in skipping; he was behind in all his subjects as it was. He looked at Devyn curiously, and he wondered what smoking was like.
“Why do you smoke? Is it … I dunno…Nice?” his brow creased slightly, as he wondered how breathing in toxic fumes could be nice. Well, he wouldn’t know, he’d never tried it. Watching what Devyn was doing out the corner of his eye, he wondered what was in the baggie. It looked like a load of oregano to him, but maybe Devyn just liked rolling his own cigarettes? Twitching his toes nervously, he realised he’d stopped blinking, and closed his eyes again. When Devyn moved, he felt him brush against his leg, and his cheeks turned pink again. Sighing, he straightened his legs out in front of him and tipped his head back to stare up at the ceiling. Devyn spoke, and looked back at him, watching him roll his cigarette with curiosity burning in his eyes.
“Into? Err…I like art. And I kind of share my sister’s obsession with fashion design. I guess it’s because our mum’s a model. I like photography too, I used to take photos of Holly when she designed new clothes,” he smiled slightly, but the smile faded. Why was he telling Devyn he liked fashion? God, he was being all girly again…Sighing, he shrugged.
“I’m not very into music, I suck at singing and I don’t understand why people listen to sad songs. It’s depressing,” he smiled again, and ran his hands through his hair.
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Post by Devyn Lang on Apr 2, 2008 16:31:18 GMT -5
Having finished rolling his joint, Devyn heard Hart ask why he smoked. He sat in silence and contemplated what he should say. There was always the generic response - smoking being an addiction and all, but he figured that if he really wanted to, he could stop. But he didn't want to stop. Smoking was something he enjoyed and unlike some people, he didn't worry about the future, he lived for the now. It was only then that he thought that maybe Hart didn't realize what he was about to smoke.
"I don't know why, I just do.." he shrugged, and flashed his classmate his best smile, "And yeah, it's really nice, helps me relax."
Opening another pocket on his pack, Devyn reached inside and pulled out his lighter. He fumbled with it for a few seconds, swearing under his breath as he did so, before managing to light the joint. He leaned back against the wall and brought the blunt to his lips, inhaling deeply. A small, content smile covered his features as he turned his head toward Hart, blowing the smoke in his direction. He listened uninterestedly as Hart blabbed on about his interests, catching things like art and fashion something or other. At the word model, however, he perked up instantly.
"Your mom's a model?! That's so fierce! It's cool that you're into art too. Art's cool. I like fashion.. and music." he rambled, wondering if he'd even made any sense with his statement. He could feel the effects of the drug taking hold of him and he closed his eyes, smiling a small smile.
"I love modeling. I'm gonna be a world famous model some day. Everyone will know my name." Devyn smirked as he spoke, his voice taking on a cocky tone. Turning his face toward Hart, he debated offering him the joint. If he just thought it was a cigarette, maybe he'd go for it. However, he decided against it for the moment, mostly because he was in a greedy mood and wanted it all for himself.
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