Well, good 'ol Lilium got me hooked, so if I don't do good, blame her. Hehehe.
Anyways, I'll have something up soon.
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Totally sorry you guys! I've been swamped with stuff. I'll try to get a post in later today before a party I have to go to.
I'll have one by today. I promise. I got busy last night. Sorry for holding the Harper/Tristan/Jorge story line.
Hey, sorry I haven't posted. I'll get one up soon
Posted. And it was short. And I cried because of it. My apologies.
The boy sighed silently in relief when he saw that his companion had left a space in between the two when she had taken a seat. That was good. That meant that there were less chances of them becoming more chummy, and there were less chances of any more awkward situations arising than there already had been.
Jorge nodded every so often as Harper spoke. "No, I didn't know that." He tilted his head to the side a little and looked back at the stage as she explained about the spinning sets. He nodded slightly in approval, then looked back at the girl. He couldn't help but smile a little at the girl's enthusiasm. He shrugged a little and nodded. "Sure, why not? If the mirror is as impressive as you say, I think it would be neat to see it." Jorge stood up slowly and motioned to the stage. "After you, Harper."
Jorge nodded every so often as Harper spoke. "No, I didn't know that." He tilted his head to the side a little and looked back at the stage as she explained about the spinning sets. He nodded slightly in approval, then looked back at the girl. He couldn't help but smile a little at the girl's enthusiasm. He shrugged a little and nodded. "Sure, why not? If the mirror is as impressive as you say, I think it would be neat to see it." Jorge stood up slowly and motioned to the stage. "After you, Harper."
Jorge waved his hand in a dismissive, but not rude, way. "It really is no problem," he lied. "Things like that happen. It kind of seems like I'm part of the small colored group of kids in this place, so of course security was going to stop and check me." He shook his head a little, but not at what he had just said. He shook his head because, out of all the people in this stupid school, he had to meet a supposed friend of the dude who got him into trouble in the first place. If he was lucky, he wouldn't have to run into him, or anyone else, for that matter.
As soon as Harper asked if he was new, and about how he was liking the school so far, Jorge stopped abruptly and looked at the ceiling for a moment. His tiny smile faded and twisted into a frown. How am I liking it here? How am I liking it here? It's fucking horrible here. This school sucks, this city sucks, this fucking town sucks. I wanted to stay in Cali, but no, we had to move. Jorge blinked and shook his head, getting out of his fog, and shrugged. "Yeah. I'm new. School is fine, for the most part." He started walking again and took a deep breath. It was obvious that this girl was the type who wouldn't be satisfied with that kind of an answer, so, before she could ask, he spoke up again. "Classes are okay. Teachers are fine. A lot of white people though. I mean, not that it's bad, but I;m just not used to it. Where I'm from, the school is really mixed" He turned the corner into the auditorium and walked down to the middle of the building. He slipped into one of the aisles, and took a seat in the middle of it. He was silent for a moment, then nodded towards the stage, and towards the painted set. "So, did you do that?"
As soon as Harper asked if he was new, and about how he was liking the school so far, Jorge stopped abruptly and looked at the ceiling for a moment. His tiny smile faded and twisted into a frown. How am I liking it here? How am I liking it here? It's fucking horrible here. This school sucks, this city sucks, this fucking town sucks. I wanted to stay in Cali, but no, we had to move. Jorge blinked and shook his head, getting out of his fog, and shrugged. "Yeah. I'm new. School is fine, for the most part." He started walking again and took a deep breath. It was obvious that this girl was the type who wouldn't be satisfied with that kind of an answer, so, before she could ask, he spoke up again. "Classes are okay. Teachers are fine. A lot of white people though. I mean, not that it's bad, but I;m just not used to it. Where I'm from, the school is really mixed" He turned the corner into the auditorium and walked down to the middle of the building. He slipped into one of the aisles, and took a seat in the middle of it. He was silent for a moment, then nodded towards the stage, and towards the painted set. "So, did you do that?"
Jorge looked down at the short girl and spotted movement. In response, he raised his hand, thinking that the girl wanted to shake hands. That was not the case. While she brushed the bangs from her face, he lowered his hands with a flush red face. He took a small step backwards and sighed softly, mentally kicking himself for being stupid.
You see, Jorge? This is exactly why you should have kept walking. She obviously saw that, and now thinks you're an idiot.
His solemn mood was brightened for a moment, however, as he listened to the girl, who apparently was named Harper, ramble on about wanting company. He smiled for a split second before consciously making his face go straight. He reached up with his right hand and tugged absentmindedly at his left shirt sleeve. Jorge sighed silently as she continued on, and decided to study his new companion. It took him a couple of seconds to register the fact that she had asked him a question - two, in fact.. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Um. Yeah. Sure. That's fine I guess. And uh, yeah, there was." He paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes in silent thought. Did she know he had detention? Was she a stalker? Obviously not. She was probably waiting for a friend. "I was in there today, got caught doing a.... special favor for a potential friend, this dude named Walker or something." He tilted his head and frowned again. "Speaking of which, I didn't see him in there, they called his name and he wasn't there...." He trailed off and shook his head. "Sorry. Didn't mean to ramble." He side-stepped and walked past the girl, hoping that he wouldn't come off as rude, and hoping that she would follow. "The name is Jorge, by the way."
You see, Jorge? This is exactly why you should have kept walking. She obviously saw that, and now thinks you're an idiot.
His solemn mood was brightened for a moment, however, as he listened to the girl, who apparently was named Harper, ramble on about wanting company. He smiled for a split second before consciously making his face go straight. He reached up with his right hand and tugged absentmindedly at his left shirt sleeve. Jorge sighed silently as she continued on, and decided to study his new companion. It took him a couple of seconds to register the fact that she had asked him a question - two, in fact.. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Um. Yeah. Sure. That's fine I guess. And uh, yeah, there was." He paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes in silent thought. Did she know he had detention? Was she a stalker? Obviously not. She was probably waiting for a friend. "I was in there today, got caught doing a.... special favor for a potential friend, this dude named Walker or something." He tilted his head and frowned again. "Speaking of which, I didn't see him in there, they called his name and he wasn't there...." He trailed off and shook his head. "Sorry. Didn't mean to ramble." He side-stepped and walked past the girl, hoping that he wouldn't come off as rude, and hoping that she would follow. "The name is Jorge, by the way."
Posted. Sorry for it being so short.
Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back.
Jorge continued to repeat the mantra in his head, willing his legs, that were now jelly, to move him along the seemingly endless left hallway. He almost made it to the end of the hallway when he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey, wait a moment."
Jorge immediately stopped. He closed his eyes and inwardly groaned. He was almost out of sight. He could have just kept walking and pretended not to hear her. He sighed and chewed on his bottom lip a little before taking one step forward. He could keep going if he really wanted to. Sure, it would have been totally rude, but then again, did he really care? He didn't want to make friends here in the first place. It's not like he was going to talk to them after high school. With another sigh, Jorge turned slowly and faced the girl at the other end of the hallway. He didn't move an inch. He slumped his shoulders a little and just leaned against the wall, defeated. If she wanted to talk to him, she would have to make her way over to him.
The boy shook his head and sighed once more. That was silly. He wasn't an ass, he was raised better. So, with yet another small sigh, he pushed himself away from the wall and started to walk slowly towards the girl. He stopped about ten feet away from the girl and gave her a small, polite smile. "Hello," he said.
Jorge continued to repeat the mantra in his head, willing his legs, that were now jelly, to move him along the seemingly endless left hallway. He almost made it to the end of the hallway when he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey, wait a moment."
Jorge immediately stopped. He closed his eyes and inwardly groaned. He was almost out of sight. He could have just kept walking and pretended not to hear her. He sighed and chewed on his bottom lip a little before taking one step forward. He could keep going if he really wanted to. Sure, it would have been totally rude, but then again, did he really care? He didn't want to make friends here in the first place. It's not like he was going to talk to them after high school. With another sigh, Jorge turned slowly and faced the girl at the other end of the hallway. He didn't move an inch. He slumped his shoulders a little and just leaned against the wall, defeated. If she wanted to talk to him, she would have to make her way over to him.
The boy shook his head and sighed once more. That was silly. He wasn't an ass, he was raised better. So, with yet another small sigh, he pushed himself away from the wall and started to walk slowly towards the girl. He stopped about ten feet away from the girl and gave her a small, polite smile. "Hello," he said.
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