i'm getting a taste of the fast life [[saffy]]

[jacob dylan hart]

Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED
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Jacob sat at his locker, the first week of school, the first week of hell for him. He was always picked on, always. He had his backpack on the floor and he was sitting on the floor opening his locker. It always seemed that all the tall guys got the bottom lockers, and the short girls got the lockers above them. Which sucked, but no one actually had the locker above his, but they wouldn't give him the locker. Oh well. He did his combination and opened the locker. All that was in this time he opened it was his algebra book. He pulled out a few of his binders and put them in his locker, all labeled, all different colors. His mother was so weird like that. He always wondered why his mother was so weird, but then thought better of asking her. He didn't want to know.

He felt his back be kicked away from him by a senior guy and he sighed to himself. Probably Aedden. He looked at the boy, it wasn't him. It was one of the minions that he had. He just crawled over and grabbed his bag. The same kid that kicked hi bag, was the same one that pantsed him this morning. They always seemed to like to pick on him. Sure, they picked on a lot of people, but still. He was always their favorite. He hadn't even been bothering them, and they walked over and panted him in the middle of the main hallway were a lot of people where. He went back to his locker and finished putting the stuff in his locker, and then sat there covering his books with the socks that they sell. He bit his lip, his snakebites hitting his teeth. He didn't care though. He covered the books, and pt his algreba and his french books and his binders in his locker before he shut his locker and started to stand up, except he turned and walked straight into someone. A sophomore girl. Whoops..

He looked at the girl, with his pale blue eyes, his stuff had fell back down on the floor. He blinked at her. ”I-I'm sorry...” he said shyly. Jacob was very shy, ever since his brother died in the crash, he had been scarred for life. He didn't do well with other people, well, ever actually. He was terrible with people and his brother had been his only friend. Of course, he was sure that Aedden was posting the pictures of his wrists from their fight in the park two weeks ago. He ended up pushing Jacob to the ground, and sitting on his back pressing his face into the pavement and wrists pulled behind his back, and he couldn't fight Aedden after that. Of course, he had to buy new bracelets after that, because Aedden refused to give them back, which really sucked. He looked down at his black converse, waiting for her to say something. She was on of the popular girls who just turned around and walked away from him and when they were partnered up for classes, he would jjsut do the work because all they would ever do is talk and text to someone else, not that he cared.
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(T A G ! ?) BECKII
(W O R D S ! ?) i dunno
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!?
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) savin' me – nickelback
(O U T F I T ! ?)hereee!!!
(N O T E S ! ?) rawwr
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[sapphire khloe madison]

Saffie was running late. Normally she was flawlessly on time, but her canine friend Monster had taken longer then usual to have his morning toilet break in the back garden and so now she was running late. Still, she looked as flawless as ever, and so Saffie was almost comfortable with breezing into class late. Besides, she was the most popular girl at school - or should be - and so the class in her opinion should wait to start until she had arrived. She was in a one of a kind shoulderless royal blue blouse with ruffles around the plunging neckline and down the middle to the bottom of the blouse. The sleeves of the blouse stuck to her arms like a second skin right to the wrist. With it she wore a tight black pencil skirt with extremely thin lines of royal blue run through it from top to bottom. With the outfit she had a twenty four carat gold bracelet, and chain belt which also matched the royal blue stilettos trimmed with gold. Her long ebony hair had been styled in waves and her make-up matched her outfit beautifully. She looked stylish, sophisticated, and drop dead sexy. Just how she liked it.

Saffie definately looked a lot different to the girl she used to be all those years ago. Hell, it was highly unlikely anyone would recognise her if they had known her as a child. She had a designer black handbag over her shoulder, filled with everything she needed, and had her mobile phone in hand. Already she was texting every lucky member of her posse. She was on auto pilot as she walked through the school. After all she didn't need to look up. Everyone knew by now that they were to get out of her way if they knew what was good for them. That is everyone but one it seemed as before she knew it her body slammed into someone else's. Her expensive blackberry phone fell to the floor with a thud and her annoyed brown eyes stared into the blue eyes of her attacker.

"I swear if you've broken my phone your paying for a new one!"

She snapped, saying a lot worse under her breath as she bent down to pick up her phone. Fortunately it wasn't broken, and she hadn't lost her text either. It was just typical that an emo kid would do something like this. They all envied her. After all she was beautiful, well dressed, and popular. They either wanted to be her or be with her. It was that simple really. They were all just jealous, and inferior as far as she was concerned. She was conflicted as to whether she would waste time yelling at this guy some more or just get on with her day and maybe spread a vicious rumour about him later. She should be getting to class but on the other hand she would really enjoy putting this guy down. He deserved it after all for bumping into her.

"Stupid devil-worshipping losers the lot of you."

[jacob dylan hart]

Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED
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Jacob just stared at her for a while, not saying a word. She looked o pissed off at him, it was almost funny. He didn't say anything, just watching her getting mad at him. She didn't seem to like him already. Oh well. He didn't really mind it that much, no one really liked him anyway. Except Dawn, but she liked everyone but that was beside the point. He looked at her. ”I- I said I was sorry.... I didn't mean too....” he said. He didn't meant to walk into her, it just sort of happened.

He looked at her and then looked down at his feet. Her phone was probably find, like everyone dropped their phone on these floors, it might get a scratch of something, but that's it. Nothing more then that. It was probably fine. He chewed on his lip for a bit, just watching her for a moment. He didn't know what he would say to her if she kept yelling at him. He didn't want to say much, he was never one to talk a whole lot anyway. He was very anti-social, but something, just a little click went off in his head as he looked at her. Of course she would think that an emo kid would just want to be her, or want to hurt her, want to be mean like you heard from the towns around Trenton, but that wasn't the case with him. Being popular scared him, he hated the attention he hated everything about it. Of course, friends would be lovely but that was never going to happen.

Well, she was very pretty, and her clothes looked amazing on her. It was amazing to know that she was actually single, but he was surprised that she was still standing there looking at him. Sure, she looked at him still, and he was wondering why she was still there. She was beautiful but he stuffed that thought to the back of his head. He couldn't think of her like that, she hated him. He didn't say anything to her for a while, he just looked at her. His gaze harded at her when she said that he was a devil worshiper. ”I don't worship Satan...why the hell do you think that? I-I'm just another junior who just wants to get through the day with my pants on and not around my ankles again...” he said to her. He never talked to anyone, so hearing his very soft, very sweet sounding voice. He couldn't sound like an asshole if he tried to. He was never one to be like Aedden. He was never going to be rude, or an asshole to anyone.

”Um...you're phone is okay right?” he asked after a moment, he would feel like shit for the whole day if he broke her phone, but it looked find to him. Which was good for him, she wouldn't send Aedden after him, because they seemed to be good friends, at least they all sat at the same table and would talk in the hallways. He didn't know anything about people, being social or anything. He looked at her and bit his lip between the rings. He ran his hand through his hair slightly and just waited for her to say anything.
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(T A G ! ?) BECKII
(W O R D S ! ?) i dunno
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!?
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) savin' me – nickelback
(O U T F I T ! ?)hereee!!!
(N O T E S ! ?) rawwr
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[sapphire khloe madison]

"Oh come on. There is the piercings, probably tattoos everywhere, your hair is probably dyed black, the pale skin, and please... Those clothes. Your clearly an emo, and they all worship satan. Depressing loosers the lot of you. Its so pathetic you all choose to be this way."

Saffie spoke, her gaze most of the time being on her mobile phone as she continued to text. Her gaze didn't really leave her phone's screen except to glare at the boy. It was almost a shame he was such a looser though. He did have rather nice piercing blue eyes. He wasn't too much of a rake either. He could stand to gain a lot of muscle. Saffie did love men with a muscular body and a six pack. Still, his eyes were nice. She couldn't believe though that those kind of people would wear so many piercings though. Even one threw his lip. It must taste foul to anyone that kissed him. When he mentioned getting his pants pulled down she simply rolled her eyes at him. The first thing she thought when he mentioned that was that he was a womanizing player.

"I don't know how loosers like you can find enough people to be such womanizing jerks. Just the thought of you lot going at it makes me want to throw up."

He had a nice voice too. Almost soothing. Still, he was a social outcast. She was so out of her league he couldn't even see her foot and she knew it. He knew it too probably. If he didn't then he was even more of a looser then she thought. She was soon typing away again, sending a text to her friend avery about what was going on with Jacob - not that she knew his name of course. She described him as 'the emo kid who likes his pants down his ankles'. She almost laughed at her friend's humurous response. Saffie started to walk again, bumping her shoulder hard against his only to have her phone knocked out of her hands again. Of course this time was her fault but she'd never admit that. Oh no. She would easily blame it on the guy that she had picked on.

"Jesus! With you around I'll have to get my phone insured! You probably don't have enough money to buy a one dollar lottery ticket."

She snapped, once again crouching down to pick up her phone. This time it appeared damaged though. Then again the most expensive technological things usually were the easiest to damage. She hit her phone a couple of times against the palm of her hand groaning in fustration. The screen was blank and she had no idea how to get it to fix. She probably could fix it if she was thinking with her head but right then she wasn't. She slowly stood up, hitting the phone against the palm of her hand some more. Of course if she was thinking with her head she would have realised that upon impact the off and on button on the phone had been pressed causing the phone to turn off. So no amount of hitting would make it turn on. Only turning the phone's on and off button would turn it on again.

[jacob dylan hart]

Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED
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Jacob rolled his eyes slightly, the sarcasm started to show in his attidude. ”I-I don't have tattoos...and maybe I do dye my hair...but I don't....worship satan. Everyone is different..” he said softly. He did choose to e who he was, and he didn't care. He didn't care about anything that she said, but he wanted to prove her wrong, more then anything else he wanted her to shut up and stop being such a bitch to him, and people like him. Who cared what they were?

She was a real bitch, she always seemed to look at her phone more then the person she was talking to. Which was rude on so many levels. Sure, she was pretty, but she was way to self-centered snobby bitch for h im to ever actually really like her. She's just a rude bitch. She treated him like shit, well most people did, but he at least didn't do anything to her. Which was very rude to him. He just watched her, thinking to himself how much of a bitch that she was. She couldn't get more of an ass if she tried. She was probably a slut too, sleeping with every guy she could, just to boost her reputation, but she was going to get something from sleeping around.

”..what...” he asked, dumbfounded. He had never even kissed a girl, let alone slept with one. He was in no way a womanizer. At all. ”.that's not what I meant though... I meant I'm the one that you're dear friend Aedden loves to pick on...” he said softly, but with a very firm, almost pissed off tone, but he was in no way pissed off, nor angry. He was completely calm, but she didn't seem to want to actually listen to him. He watched her walk into him, he never moved and she dropped her phone again. She glared at him, again. He didn't flinch under her hard glare, or anything. He watched her, and listened to her. ”I never moved. You can't say this is my fault.” he said softly, his voice was naturally soothing, and he didn't care.”And I can too, I just don't want to. Lottery tickets are rigged so that no one ever actually wins. Of course how would you know that, your just a rich snob.” he said, his face blank, like he was just waiting for her to say something smart, or slap him even.

He watched her pick up her phone and only turned his head to his feet and took a few steps back from her. He didn't need her to have her slapping him or anything like that. He already got enough of that from his mother who still slightly, and he knew she did, blamed him for his brother's death. Which wasn't his fault at all. He watched her for a moment, just hitting her phone. ”Try the on button if you want it to work...” he said sofly, looking down at his feet and his bag that was still near the girl. She probably didn't even know his name, but that was okay with him. She didn't have to know it, but he didn't know her name, which she would probably get mad at if he didn't.. ”...I'm..er...Jacob..” he said after a moment, though she probably only knew him from Aedden at least. Which was no the best. Since Aedden did kiss him, but he didn't say anything about it, other then that it was gross and he was straight.
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(T A G ! ?) BECKII
(W O R D S ! ?) i dunno
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!?
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) savin' me – nickelback
(O U T F I T ! ?)hereee!!!
(N O T E S ! ?) rawwr
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[sapphire khloe madison]

"It is your fault, and I already said so. You should have moved out of the way. Its school rule by now everyone moves out of my way."

It took Saffie a while to remember who Aedden was. If you weren't in her immediate circle of 'friends' then she didn't see why she should remember their names. Her immediate friends consisted of Avery mostly. Aedden liked to pick on a lot of people as far as she could tell. Then again all the popular boys did end up picking on all those inferior to them. She supposed all popular people were the same. After all, she wasn't any different, although she did stick to verbal abuse rather then get physical. She'd leave the wedgies and heads flushed down the toilet to the popular boys. Verbal abuse was a lot easier to dish out. It was a lot more effective too. Still, a very small part of her deep down did feel almost bad for the guy infront of her for the bullying he received from Aedden. She told herself though it was the own guy's fault. His appearance practically screamed 'pick on me!'.

When Jacob called her a snob something in her just reacted. Her head shot up, her gaze met his, and before she knew it she had attempted to slap him around the face - hard.

"How dare you?! I'm not a snob."

Instinct told her being called a snob was a bad thing. However she knew in her head that was actually what she did appear to be. She inhaled deeply, determined not to let this emo kid get to her or underneath her skin. She had far more important things to worry about like getting her phone to work. If she couldn't get it to work she might actually have to pay attention in class. God forbid that. She hit her blackberry against her palm once more before glancing up as the guy mentioned she should try the on button. He had to be stupid. As if that would work. She rolled her eyes as she let out an exasperated sigh. She was sure it was broken for good. She couldn't believe it. She loved this phone. It was in her favourite colour - red.

"Come on, it hit the floor hard. Its probably broken for good."

She snapped. In an attempt to humiliate him she pressed the on button only to have the phone turn itself on. Great(!). Saffie sighed, running a hand through her hair as she stared at the screen full of life as it finished loading. Now she owed the guy an apology. She never apologised. After all she had never been in the wrong. As much as she tried to find someway she was in the right on this one she just couldn't seem to find a way that she was conciously happy with. At least no one else was here to witness this. Sighing, she turned her body to face the guy, her gaze on the phone for a while before she eventually lifted her head to meet his gaze. If he didn't have those stupid piercing blue eyes then it would have been so much easier to say she was in the right and for him to get lost.

"Look, you were right, I was wrong. I'm sorry."

[jacob dylan hart]

Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED
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”What are you? The queen? Lat I checked you're still an underclassmen. I'm an upperclassmen, you can't tell me what to do.” he said, the shy boy's whole shyness had disappeared and his inner sarcastic self that ad been hidden away for so long came out. Which was rare, he usually never talked to anyone, and he was really rude when it came down to it. He just looked at her, waiting for her to say a bitchy comeback.

He looked at her and just started at her, like she was insane. He at least had backed up far enough that he was out of her reach, and she had just missed hum by a good few inches. He didn't know what she was thinking, but it was probably something about how she would get Aedden to go and kill him. The girl's glares didn't phase him, he had got the glares all of his life, and he didn't even notice them anymore. ”Really now? You seem like one to me. You barely know how to treat a person right.” he said. Of course, he never acted like this, but all of his emotions had built up for so long, and now he just let them out on the girl. But then, she really did need a reality check.

The girl was a real snob, Jake saw how she treated people, she always just ignored the people she didn't want to talk to, or would just be a real bitch to them, which was just rude. He watched her, his pale ice blue eyes not showing anything in them. They were completely blank. His brain was telling him to just let her slap him and then she would leave. At least he hoped she would. He stood wear he was, just waiting. He looked down at his feet after a moment, not really sure what to do now, his shyness had returned, and his sarcastic self went back into himself. He didn't like how he was an ass at times, and usually was never like that.

”Its probably fine...just try the power button...” he said softly, his soft, soothing voice returned. He didn't know what else to say, he was shy, and he didn't want to get in trouble with this girl, just so she would go and tell all of her friends that he was picking on her so then she would her revenge on him. He was completely sure that that would happen. She pressed the button and it worked like she said it wouldn't. He had watched it fall and it hit the off button when it hit the ground. He watched her run her hand through her hair and damn she looked pretty.

Wait. He did not just say she was pretty. What was he thinking, she hated his guts, and he would never be able to get close to her, let alone friends. They were from two different worlds, the popular and then the outcasts. That would be a mess. He watched her look at him and she said nothing for a moment. She actually said an apology for once. Oh my god, the world just had to be ending. It just had to be. There was no way someone would ever actually apologize to him. Everyone just picked on him, snapped at him, wanted to prove Jacob wrong, and when they were wrong, they just slapped him, or walked away like nothing ever happened, and he was just a nobody again. Which he was totally use to. He stood there for a short moment, not sure what to say to the girl..

”.Its okay...” he said softly. He didn't know what else to say to her. She actually made him not be able to say anything from complete shock, and it wasn't from him just being an ass, then going back to his normal really nice self.
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(T A G ! ?) BECKII
(W O R D S ! ?) i dunno
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!?
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) savin' me – nickelback
(O U T F I T ! ?)hereee!!!
(N O T E S ! ?) rawwr
(C R E D I T !?)this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing METRO STATION, control

[sapphire khloe madison]

"I'm popular, your not, of course I can tell you what to do! Your inferior."

Saffie snapped back, clearly irritated by the way he was trying to dominate her through heirarchy. He was so out of order. He was a loser upperclassman. She was a popular underclassman. She completely reigned over him, regardless of age and it was high time he knew it that was for damn sure. She had more important things to do then argue with his looser but for some reason she just couldn't leave the fight with him thinking he had won. It would be an insult if she did. He was so inferior to her that he wasn't even good enough to lick her stiletto. Even so... she found herself unable to be quite so cruel as Aedden would be. Aedden would probably rip Jacob a new one, and as much as she wanted Jacob to suffer she wouldn't intentionally put that on him.

"Your such an ass. An ass beneath loser's clothing. I know how to treat people better then you do, and I swear if you dare to call me a snob again then I'll make sure I hit you the next time I try."

Saffie snapped, clearly not liking the rather mean side of him. She knew she shouldn't let him get her blood boiling but she couldn't help it. He didn't even know her. How dare he be so judgemental?! Of course she didn't even see the fact she was pretty much doing the same. Why would she? As far as she knew she was never in the wrong or a bad person. With her phone now working she forced her attention back onto her phone. She couldn't glare at the boy forever despite how she felt. If she did so it would mean he had gotten under her skin and she could not let him know he had gotten under her skin. She would not let him have the satisfaction in any way, shape or form. So she resumed texting all those she knew about anything she could think about.

"Just don't make a habit of being right. It doesn't help your situation."[/b

Saffie ended up responding with a sigh. She hated appearing this weak. Hell, she hated being wrong, and most of all she hated having to apologise. Hopefully she would never have to apologise again. It would not do to have to make this a regular thing. Her phone then vibrated, someone telling her that the teacher was about to call her name for their project. Annoyed, she turned and opened up her locker, grabbing what she needed from inside before shoving it into her handbag as neatly as possible. Closing her locker she then briefly glanced at Jacob. She had never really seen him before. She did wonder briefly what classes he did actually attend. She supposed though it was not her business to know. After all it wasn't as if they knew each other. Even though his piercing blue eyes could be captivating.

[jacob dylan hart]

Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED
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”Uh huh. Because being popular really means everything..” he said softly, almost under his breath. He didn't know what to tell her, he just wanted her to leave, but then he didn't. His emotions were just...different. He didn't know how to talk to her, well. He didn't know how to talk to anyone, but that was a different story. He just watched her, and he sighed a bit.. He figured that because of this little insistent that the girl was going to go and send her little minon, Aedden after him. An Ass? Jacob was in in way an asshole.

He watched her. ”...but... I'm...not...” he said. ”really? Then why aren't you treating me right? I'm trying to be nice to you, and your just being a bitch.” he added after a moment. He braced himself for her to slap him. He looked at her with very blank look, but his eyes just said you're wrong. No one treated him right, and he tried to be nice to everyone, but when they just an ass to him, and he just dealt with it, and he would just try to be nice. His skin under his clothes were covered, and I do mean covered in scars, and bruises. And it really sucked how much it hurt when someone pushed him around, since he couldn't even move without being in pain.

He ran his hand through his hair, his jet black dyed hair really did bring out his bright blue eyes. He knew that it did, not that he really let anyone look at his eyes anyway. He was just another boy who if he wanted to, he could have been popular, but he wasn't. He could still try to be popular, you know, change his hair back to his natural brown hair, get rid of the snakebites, change the way he dressed and acted. All of that and he probably would be popular if he did that, but he didn't want to. He liked the way he was right now, well. Friends and possibly a girlfriend would be lovely, but that was never going to happen. Never.

”...I won't. I didn't mean to make it sound mean or anything. I just thought you wanted your phone to work and when it hit the ground it hit the power button. That's all...” he said, looking down at his feet. He looked at her feet for a moment, his bangs covering his piercing blue eyes. He couldn't hide that he just hated the fact that people always seemed to be such snobs and assholes to him. But he was use to it, well, he wanted it to be over, but he knew that it wouldn't happen. He rubbed his wrist, the pain shooting up his arm, but he ignored it. He looked up at her for a moment. ”You know..you look really nice..” he said awkwardly.

Jacob didn't actually attend most of his classes, which would mean that his senior privileges would be taken away from him, but he didn't care. He wouldn't listen, he would hide anyway, since he was just picked on anyway, he might as well sit in a locked storage closet all day or hidden under the stairs most of the day. Though, he did attend his art class, and his french class. That was really about it. And physics. But other then that he really didn't go. Most of the other classes he had things thrown at them, or they would dragged out of classroom when the teacher wasn't in the room. He didn't have anyone on his side, not one person, which really sucked to him. Since he needed someone, anyone. Just anyone to be on his side, to be his friend. To be someone he can turn to instead of sitting in the cemetery all day visiting his brother's grave and asking him for help, when he knew he would never get anything from that. He sighed and moved a bit, out of her way. He didn't want her to snap at him. He didn't look at her though, his hair over his right eye, his left eye just watching the ground.

She was pretty, and popular. Jake would never get to be with her, never get to even talk to her without her snapping at him. He didn't even bother to look away from her when he closed his eyes and leaned on the locker, just waiting for her to leave so she would be able to leave him alone. After a moment, his piercing blue eyes looked straight into her eyes and waited. His eyes were extremely hard to say no to. Even when he said nothing, the pure look of pain would just kill most people. But then, there was always the few people that said no to him, which a lot of people fought to say no after they said yes, which was always the case. You would say no just to hate him. He wouldn't even say a word, he would just stare at you waiting for you to say anything.
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(T A G ! ?) BECKII
(W O R D S ! ?) i dunno
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!?
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) savin' me – nickelback
(O U T F I T ! ?)hereee!!!
(N O T E S ! ?) rawwr
(C R E D I T !?)this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing METRO STATION, control

[sapphire khloe madison]

"I am not a bitch. You don't even know me, loser."

Perhaps it was a bit cruel calling him a loser but in her mind he deserved it. She was used to everyone praising her all the time. Hell, she was used to being worshipped. Anyone that didn't ended up in a life of hell until they changed their minds - which they always did end up doing. This guy would be no different - that is if she had the energy to waste on making his life even more of a living hell then it already was. Could she be bothered? Probably not. He shouldn't be worth her time. She had far more important things to do then waste energy on such a pitiful loser. She did feel conflicted though. Something deep inside her, buried, wanted to help him. She had no idea why until she remembered her past life on the ranch where she used to gather stray and wounded animals to heal them back to peak health. He wasn't a stray, wounded, or sick but he was an innocent, and he was being bulllied. It was stupid, and she knew if she got involved then a whole lot of other feelings would follow that she just didn't want to confront or have to deal with. Life would just be easier if she turned around and walked away.

So that was what Saffie did. She turned around and began walking away. She focused her attention and gaze hard on her mobile phone screen. Unfortunately it was just moments later when she heard Jacob say she looked really nice. Unfortunately this made her stop and run a hand through her ebony hair. She hated this. It was so god damn unfair. It was as if some god up there was just taunting her. It was as if the gods were saying she had become a shallow self centered diva, and it was high time she remembered her roots - her old self. She didn't want to do it. She should go straight to class and leave Jacob to his own pitiful life. That was what she should have done. However reluctantly she shoved her Blackberry into her handbag, turned around, stalked over to him and grabbed his hand.

"I am so going to regret this."

She growled, more in annoyance at herself then at him. With that she then tugged hard on his hand, showing no sign of releasing him as she made her way out of the school and onto the grassy school grounds. Why did it have to be her job to fix this guy up? She had so many other things to do. Like plan her eighteenth birthday next year. She wanted it to be a huge event complete with celebrities, a live band, and five star everything. She didn't have time to take on such a huge project. Sighing she walked over to a wall before she stopped and turned to face Jacob.

"Look, you are going to get picked on for every day of your life unless you change some things about you. You need to get the guys to respect you. Otherwise its going to be wedgies, toilet flushes, and physical torment until you die. It never ends. So, to get the guys on your side your going to have to attract the ladies of this school. First thing is first. You have to stop acting such a pansy. The soft voice and shyness has to end. That isn't going to get you anywhere."

With that Saffie pushed him up against a wall, pressing her body to his and moved her face so her lips were just under an inch away from his.

"A girl loves to be dominated. Some may never admit it, but deep down every woman wants a man that can be a man. They want, need, to know that you could take them by sheer strength alone if you wanted to. They need to know you can protect them. This leads to number two. You have to bulk up. Muscles and a six pack are necessary. That is a sure fire way to get every woman at this school begging for you. There is nothing a woman loves more then a drool worthy chest. Me included. Third, get rid of all the piercings. Especially on your lips, nipples, and between your legs. No woman, at least no sane one, will want to feel cold metal when they are trying to pleasure you. Especially if they end up cutting themselves on it or getting caught. Not fun. Four, if you insist on keeping the black hair look then you at least need to update your wardrobe. A white vest top, unbuttoned shirt, jeans and a belt. Its a cool look, and once you have bulked up will show off your muscular figure with ease. Do all this will get you the females attention, which in turn will make the guys think twice about picking on you. Especially if you punch one of your bullies just once and get sent into detention. That will make it clear your no longer a doormat, they will stop, and not only that but women love bad boys. The can't resist them, and so they will want you even more once they learn you have been in detention."

With that Saffie pulled away, turned around in a circle before sighing in exhaustion. Jesus, it was hard work to help someone nowadays.

"Do all this and I guarantee you that you will never be picked on another day of your life. Now that is my good deed of the lifetime done."

[jacob dylan hart]

Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED
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Jacob just looked at her, he didn't say anything for a bit, just watching him. He watched her start to walk away and then stop. What was she doing? He watched her put her precious little blackberry in her bag and he stood there and watched her. He didn't move when she walked up to him and grabbed his hand. He instantly curled his fingers around hers, but then uncurled them, thinking that it was a bad idea. ”Um.” he said as she started to drag him away from his locker. What the fuck was she doing.

Jake of course followed her unwillingly, but did all the same. He barely picked up his feet and then he stopped just outside the doors, but was still dragged around anyway. God damn it. Why wouldn't she let him go? He pulled away from her after a moment and was really lost. He didn't know what she was thinking and he almost walked over to her, but he didn't, and she turned around as soon as he was about to move. He watched her walk towards him, and he stood there. He blinked his pale blue eyes. '' I don't... I don't know if I can...'' he said. He bit his lip at her and waited.

He backed up into the wall and he looked down at her as she was just inches from his lips. This was awkward. It really was. He gulped a bit, and he blinked a bit. At her. He gulped a bit, he didn't move for a moment. And just listened to her. He could change his hair, his snakebites could some out of his lip if he wanted to them to. He knew he would have to bulk up, it was just a form of nature. He blinked a bit and watched her. ”I only have the snakebites. Why would I ever pierce something other then my lips?” he said. He pulled his hands up to his lips and screwed the back of the barbells in his lips off, and then pulled the other one out before putting them into his jeans pocket. ”Better?” he asked. He watched her. His hair could go back to brown for a while maybe. ”Um.. maybe a lighter brown for my hair...?” he asked. He didn't know what he would look good in. not at all. He didn't know about his clothes. ”Er.. Clothes? Not my er.. forte I guess. I don't know what to wear that would make me better at all..'' he said after a moment.

He watched her for a moment and leaned into the wall as she turned around. ”Aw. Only one little good deed and your done for your life? That just a little...pathetic isn't it?” he said, a smirk on his face. Of course, it felt weird not to have anything in his lips anymore, but it also felt a bit better without the weight on his lips. He blinked his pale blue eyes and started at her. A lighter brown for his hair? That would be really strange. He wasn't sure if he would like that or not, people wouldn't realize who he was after everything that she just told him, but he wasn't sure he would be able to do it. He couldn't do it, he was still to scared and was sure that people would just call him a poser. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him and pushed her against the wall. ”Did you mean like this?” he said, his voice wasn't the soothing that he was only five minutes ago, something almost hinted in it, and he didn't let his eyes show anything. He watched her for a moment, waiting for her reaction.

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(T A G ! ?) BECKII
(W O R D S ! ?) i dunno
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!?
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) savin' me – nickelback
(O U T F I T ! ?)hereee!!!
(N O T E S ! ?) rawwr
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[sapphire khloe madison]

"I don't kind but your kind always seem to have piercings everywhere. Even unsanitary places. Its disgusting."

Saffie responded, deciding to look elsewhere besides Jacob for a while. She was starting to feel on edge spending so much time with him and his piercing blue eyes always staring at her wasn't helping. It also didn't help that one minute he was that boring shy guy and the next he was the asshole that drove her crazy - and not in the good way. Why couldn't there be a tolerable middle ground in his personality? It was no wonder that some women bedded those that drove them crazy. At this point she'd do anything to shut that mouth of his to give herself a much needed break. Hell, at this point she needed a very long bubble bath with aromatherapy candles complete with an after bath massage by her own private masseur. Inhaling deeply she tried her best to get rid of some of the bad things he was making her feel before turning back to face him.

"Lighter brown is fine, and once you bulk up I will take you shopping for a new wardrobe. However I want to at least see a six pack before I take you shopping."

Saffie mentioned, staying firm. She knew most of this was probably a bit shallow but at the end of the day humans were just like the animal kingdom. The most attractive, the fittest, and the best survivor in males always got the females. It was that simple. Plus, if one male wanted to stop getting picked on and gain superiority then that male needed to beat the other males at their own game. It was always the males at the bottom of the food chain that got picked on. This was needed to be done to Jacob if he ever wantedthe bullying to stop. There was no other way about it - even if he changed schools it would still be the same no matter what. It was surprising someone as popular as Saffie hadn't dated yet. It wasn't that she didn't have offers, she had tons. It was just she had never found a guy that was right. There always seemed to be some flaw with them that put her off.

A vicious look flooded into her eyes just a second after Jacob had spoken about how pitiful one good deed for a lifetime was. He didn't even know her!

"It wasn't-"

She shouldn't tell him about her past or anyone else. No. They would just end up picking on her. Last thing she wanted was for anyone to find out she used to be a cowgirl. God, they'd have a field day with that one. Saffie tried to slap Jacob again, hard, around the face. She wanted it to sting. She wanted his cheek to throb in pain from it. She wanted him to beg for her forgiveness. She had probably done more good deeds on the ranch then anyone else had done in their lifetime. She was practically risking her new life to help this asshole of a loser. He should be god damn grateful. Before she could rant some more all thoughts left her head as he grabbed her and pinned her up against a wall, his body attempting to smother hers. Of course it would have worked better if he was muscular with a six pack. However, for a moment she did just stare into his eyes, completely lost. It took her a little while to force herself to snap out of it. It was so obvious he wasn't going to kiss her, even if she wanted, and was just being his usual ass self. She couldn't let him think he had gotten to her - even if he had.

"It doesn't work when a guy as thin as a rake and entirely feminine is doing it."

Perhaps a bit mean but at this rate she'd say anything to hide the fact she had rather been waiting for him to kiss her when he had pinned her up against the wall.

[jacob dylan hart]

Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED
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"Someone's a little stereotypical now isn't she? I mean, how you even know? Have you fucked someone like me? Or did someone just tell you? Cause most people, even emo or not, do not pierce more then their ears, lips, nose, or eyebrow.."

He watched her, his soft gaze just watching her, like nothing was wrong. On the inside he was hurt that she would think that he would do that. Of course, he did know of people who did pierce..certain places, and he was completely sure that it would hurt like hell, and probably ruin their life later on, but he wouldn't ever do that. He figured she really didn't like him, he was too shy, or he was an ass to her, which he was never to anyone. He would never get a girlfriend, he already knew that. No one liked him here, they all picked on him or they just ignored him.

He thought to himself for a moment, he would never change. He would try but people would still pick on him, Aedden knew his secret, he knew everything and that was terrible. He was going to make his life a living hell, well worse then it already was. "Alright.. i guess." he said to her, well it was more to himself but what ever. He knew she was right though, he would have to be stronger, if he ever wanted Aedden and his friends to leave him alone, which they wouldn't do no matter what. They loved to pick on him, and he was sure that himself was their favorite person to pick on, other then dawn of course. But she set herself up for that though. That wasn't his fault, but Aedden kicking her in he head and knocking her out, that; that was his fault.

Jacob watched as she was saying something, and then her hand went up like she was going to slap him. He didn't avoid it this time. He watched her slap him, hard. The sound of her hand connecting with his face, made a loud noise, and it echoed around for a moment. He looked at her, his eyes suddenly filled with pain. Aedden slapped him the face way, except harder after he said his brother's name. Jake looked down and said absolutely nothing to her. He held back tears from the day in the park, and just the thought of his brother.

He looked up and held her to the wall with his body not really pressing to hers, but his hands held her strongly to the wall. He was thin, but guess what? There is a thing called lean muscle, which he had a lot of. She wouldn't be able to pull away from him. "I'm not that thin, and i do have muscle. I just don't bother trying to make it huge and show offy like most guys do." Jake said to her. he watched her for a moment, thinking about it, and then looked around. He wouldn't want to get shit on him for kissing her. That would be bad, he wouldn't want to ruin her life, which she seemed to like. No one was around. He thought about it again and then leaned down and kissed her quickly before pulling away. He took a few steps away from her, watching her to see her reaction, which he figured would be bad and she would send someone after him, but he didn't care. He really didn't. He didn't know why he even kissed her, but he did it. And he wasn't even use that he was good at it, but oh well. He watched her, chewing on his bottom lip, waiting. He felt the need to put the barbells back into his lips, he didn't like the emptiness in his lips. He pulled the lip rings out again and held them in his hand, just thinking about it.

What was she going to do?
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(T A G ! ?) BECKII
(W O R D S ! ?) i dunno
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!?
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) savin' me – nickelback
(O U T F I T ! ?)hereee!!!
(N O T E S ! ?) rawwr
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[sapphire khloe madison]

Saffie had wanted to kiss him back but he had kissed her so quickly that she had never had time to. It scared her though that she had wanted to kiss him back. He wasn't popular. She couldn't just break all the rules. Okay, so they weren't actual rules but nevertheless it would ruin her reputation and wouldn't do any good for her image wise. Yet... a part of her still wanted to kiss him anyway. What was she thinking? This was stupid. He was a skinny little runt that was why one minute and then was a total ass the next. To want to kiss him or even get a crush on him was illogical. It wouldn't make sense and it was stupid. Humilating. Yet, that didn't change what she was feeling no matter how hard she tried to convince herself only bad things could come from what she was considering.

She had a deep feeling she was going to regret this but she had to do it anyway. She snatched the barbells from his hand, threw them away god knows where, and then pressed her body against his. She cupped his cheeks and then kissed him softly at first. He was such a god damn pain in the ass but there was something about him. She had always imagined a tan muscular man with a decent fashion sense who could dance extremely well would be her dream guy. So what she was attracted to in Jacob she had no idea. She was however attracted to him as crazy and insane as that was. Damn it to hell! Huh. Damn me to hell probably. Saffie thought as she pulled away. She was so screwed. Especially since Jacob had been her first and second kiss.

"If you tell anyone else about this I swear I'll deny it flat."

Saffie responded as he moved away. That... didn't look good. He wasn't just using her was he? No. She was hot. He would be lucky to be with her. Nah. He would be begging for a date any second. It always happened that way. No one had ever rejected her. She had to be safe. So why did she have this nagging feeling she was just being used here? Then again with his ass side... She wouldn't be surprised if he'd kiss her, make her want him, and then throw her away just to hurt her. She couldn't get rejected by an emo loser. She just couldn't. That would look so bad, and it would hurt too. God. She knew she shouldn't have kissed him. Running a hand through her hair she let out an exasperated sigh as she began pacing around. This was going to end in tears. She had a very bad feeling about that.

[jacob dylan hart]

Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED
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Jacob didn't know what to say now. He just sort of stood there and watched her, waiting for her to tell him off, to tell him to alone. He watched her hands, waiting for her to slap him across the face again then say this never happened and storm off to class to do nothing but text. He was completely sure that she was going to at least yell at him that he was completely shocked that she put her hands gently around his face and kissed him. He at least kissed her back.

Of course he had let her take the barbells from his hand and he had watched her throw them away from him. Oh well. He did have more at home, but that was beside the point. He watched her pull away from him and he bit his lip. What was he going to say now? He ha a crush on her, and she just kissed him.That had to mean that she liked him right? Or did it just mean that she was going lead him on and break his heart later on? He didn't know, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know either. He looked at her when she said something and he looked down.

"I wouldn't tell anyone, probably cause i don't have anyone to tell anyway. But i won't tell. I promise."

He said, looking up at her after a moment. He wouldn't tell anyone, well he might go to the cemetery and just visit his brother, but other then that he wouldn't tell a soul. He looked at her, what was he suppose to do now? He didn't know.. He wasn't sure what he was going to do anyway. He bit his lip, thinking. "Er... I don't know what to say now. Other then do you want to go out with me, but I'm thinking that its a no, but i don't know.. and i don't want to ruin your life or reputation or anything.." he said. Jake probably just made a huge fool of himself but that was beside the point. He didn't know what he was going to do now.
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(T A G ! ?) BECKII
(W O R D S ! ?) i dunno
(S T A T U S ! ?) FINISHED!?
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) savin' me – nickelback
(O U T F I T ! ?)hereee!!!
(N O T E S ! ?) rawwr
(C R E D I T !?)this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing METRO STATION, control