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Post by Robin on Mar 20, 2014 1:33:17 GMT
Hey
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Post by torrone on Apr 28, 2014 0:08:31 GMT
Hello
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Post by Robin on Apr 28, 2014 0:11:52 GMT
Hola
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Post by torrone on Apr 28, 2014 0:26:55 GMT
You see that douche bag over there thinking he's so cool as he lumbers down the hallway with his sunglasses on indoors? Yeah, that's Kody Forte. Mr Top Dog here at Bear Creek. Why the sunglasses indoors? Well, usually there's two reasons to where sunglasses indoors: one, the person is a douche bag, or two, they're trying to hide something. While both are true, the latter is correct for today. If you didn't know already, there had been some huge party last night, and obviously Kody had attended. And apparently he had gotten crazy drunk too? He must be hiding his dead eyes behind the black Ray Ban shades. Dumb ass.
Yes, it was true. Kody's baby blue eyes were a nasty pink colour behind the shades, rimmed by his red eyelids and bags from lack of sleep. Although still attractive, he was not looking his best today, that was certain. Kody's strides were shorter today, steps a little heavier. He didn't even bother with a fake smile or friendly greetings. He hobbled to his locker, not once bothering to look back - not once even turn his head or acknowledge anyone else.
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Post by Robin on Apr 28, 2014 0:45:42 GMT
Sabrina breathed a sudden sigh of relief when Kody continued lumbering along down the hall, without so much as looking in her direction. It was good to know she hadn't underestimated him, he wouldn't be remembering anything for what seemed like years with how hungover he looked. But while that was all perfectly fine there was a small terrible part....it hurt, even though it shouldn't have because what the hell did they matter to each other last being classmates? Nothing and that had always been the deal, because it worked because they didn't really want to know each other. So what was suddenly so totally messed up inside that blonde head of hers? This was no time to think of that, Sabrina had class and a life and things to think about it that weren't some hungover popular guy. Trying to keep that in mind, Sabrina took one last deep breath and started down the hallway. The party didn't exist. Kody didn't exist. Nothing from last night existed, because that was how she was going to deal with today...or she had been until she slammed right into the chest of her certain hungover problem. Damn it
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Post by torrone on Apr 28, 2014 1:02:18 GMT
One step at a time. One, two. One, two. Liking counting strides on a polo pony - short, heavy strides. One, two. One two. His locker was literally steps away. If he had made it there, he probably would have counted five. But no. One, tw-- Oof. What the hell. Who had the audacity to not notice him? He was Kody fucking Forte, and e'd fucking fuck you up. Maybe not right now, but fucking would. He began to peer down at however was stupid enough to not notice the most noticeable guy in the school, but made it no farther than looking at his locker. When he moved his eyes, it hurt like hell. Hurt so much than e had to shut his eyes tight and bring a hand up to his forehead as he groaned in pain. "Who?" He began, eyes still closed as he spoke in a gravely, overly tired voice.
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Post by Robin on Apr 28, 2014 1:20:14 GMT
Sabrina mentally repeated about a thousand different versions of every curse word she knew as soon as she felt herself slam into Kody forte's much larger and taller frame. Immediately, Sabrina stumbled backwards trying to put a little bit of distance between her and the clearly disoriented caveman like mr. Popular, Kody. She stood there silently for a moment, crossing her arms tightly across her chest and trying to take a deep breath, honestly she didn't know what to expect from Kody. How was he going to react to her miniature assault? Suddenly he was looking at her and Sabrina felt herself shying away slightly, if he yelled or was capable of it, she didn't want to hear it. But the uneasiness was soon overtaken by what she saw in kody he looked extremely bad, even for being hungover. A worry grew in Sabrina's stormy blue eyes " it's me, Sabrina and you look like hell....do you need me to give you a ride somewhere? I could cover for you somehow?' She offered, having no Ida why she was.
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