Back at school (open)

To see my friends all at once is putting me in a real good mood. Smoking in the bathroom during the break, just like old times.
Quickly I reach fro Sam's cigarette, take the small bit that's left between my thumb and index finger and take a long drag. Then I hand it back and blow my smoke out the open window.
The bell tells us it's time for my friends to go back to class. "Time to go." They tell me.
"Are you sticking around for a bit."
I take the cigarette again, finsih it and then crush it out under my black leather shoes. "Yeah, I have to pick up some papers from the secretary. I'm going to be here for lunch. Can't let you eat all that yummy mush by yourself." I ruffle my friends hair and then watch them walk away.

For a moment I'm alone in the bathroom with only a few clouds of smoke lingering here with me. A good time to muse over times gone by. Not too long ago I was hurrying back to class with them. Now I'm free...well, scratch that, now I'm in my dads jail called 'company'.

I tear myself from my thoughts, take a leak and then check my reflection in the mirror while I wash my hands. I'm a handsome fellow. At least that hasn't changed.

When I stepped outside in the hallway most students have moved on to their classrooms, there's just one girl left who doesn't seem to have any class because she was sitting on the tiles with her back against the locker.
Casually I walk past her and stop not even a foot away from her with my hands in my pockets and a smirk on my lips. "You might have missed it but the bell just rang."
The girl, who looks vaguely familiar, can't have missed it, obviously but I don't really care what the heck she's doing here. I guess I'm just bored now that the others have gone to class.
"Better get to class or they'll have your sweet little ass!" I state before shoving her a little with my foot.
Oh yeah, I'm great with girls.

OOC: Do we have a posting order? BTW, you are ion the best location! I love Sydney, used to live in St. Ives.

From behind me there's the voice of another girl, who's not in class yet, audible. It sounds pretty high and young. When I turn around the face matches the voice, the attitude, however, doesn't. This girl has a lot of it.
She actually surprises me by calling me a douchebag because the kids in school who know me won't dare to call me names. For a moment I'm torn between anger and amusement as I let my eyes roam over small body. If I wanted to I could easily lift her up and put her in one of the lockers.

Her next words seem to be a little less aggressive as they are directed at the girl on the floor and she doesn have a point when she claims that school's important. I'm about to agree with her when she adds more insults.
Apparently she has no idea who I am or that I was actually damn good in school.
Crossing my arms in front of my chest I take a step back and a long hard look at the girl.
"You really shouldn't talk about stuff, you have no idea about." My voice is low, almost a little threatening. There's no creaking in it any more because I'm way past that embarassing change where a boys voice drops an octave to become that of a man.
"It's not smart to insult people....like me." I'm not sure why I remain so calm after hearing her words.

I don't think I've ever met a girl like her, so young and petit but still such a foul mouth on her. If she wasn't acting up against me I might even like her.
"You sure look like it." I resort to being nasty when she tells me she's had her face smashed into the pavement. "And? Would you like to repeat the experience."
Then she gives me a stare that doesn't make my skin crawl but it pisses me off. I don't like people staring me down, especially not girls because I guy i could simply punch in the nose. A girl...not so much, even though I'd like to.

That little girl keeps on teasing and for a moment I contemplate just turning my back on her and walk away to do my business, that I came for but I don't like evading situations like this.
My fuse has always been short, giving me a rather bad reputation in school. Today is no different. As much as I'd like to be a better man, I feel the anger rising deep inside my chest and it doesn't take long until my face becomes one angry glare, my blue eyes sparkle as I close the distance between us and back her up against the lockers with my much bulkier chest. Next thing I know my flat hand slams against the metal of cold, grey the locker door right next to hear head producing a deafening bang.
"Be glad you're not a guy."

Then I turn and take a step back to cast another glance at her and straighten my shoulders before I turn around and walk away.
I don't feel proud but she was asking for it.

[/size]

Arelia rolls her eyes, being fairly agile for her size she's basically next to him in no time, eye-ing him carefully, "You don't look like you're actually supposed to be in school." She quirks an eyebrow at him, her spiteful demeanor had taken a different turn, an innocent smile tugging at her lips delicately. She had a penchant for sarcasm, apparently. Finally, her fiery and hot-headed attitude died down, "I'm Arelia. It is a....Pleasure to meet you, I suppose." She says simply. She rubbed at her eyes and yawned quietly, offering him the briefest of smiles before rolling her shoulders, inhaling and exhaling through her nose. Noticably, she wasn't as fancy or flashy as the other kids in school that were her age. She didn't wear earrings, nor did she wear heels. She wore a plain fawn bubble hem dress with puffy sleeves, along with a matching blouse covering it. Stockings covered her legs, and black leather laced shoes that were as small as her feet, had a pointed tip and only barely elevated heels covered her feet. Her ebony hair fell carelessly over her shoulders, the pink ribbon that parted her fringe from the rest of her locks decorated her head. All-in-all, she looked sophisticated. Although not over-cocky like most in the school.

Just when I think I've made my appearance, had some fun janking their chains and am off without actually causing a major incident the one girl changes her tactics on me and follows me.
Suddenly she seems nicer and starts a 'real conversation', sth about me not looking like I have to be in school. Who are these chicks that they don't know me? I only graduated a year ago.
"Yeah, do I?" I mock her.
She offers me her name...Arelia. Nice name but I don't dig ten year olds.
"Arelia...pretty name for all that attitude." I can't resist the urge to screw with her some more.

My gaze wanders past the girl to the other one, who looks furious. The anger is sp present on her face that it's almost scary. The chick's ready to explode. i know that feeling. When all your frustration has accumulated to an extend that you can no longer contain it.
I see her fists twitch. oh yeah, this lady is a fighter.

A smile tugs on the corner of my mouth. 'I wish she was a guy' I think as my own fists mimick hers subconsciously.
Then she does something i don't expect. She comes towards me and rams her shoulder into mine as she passes me.
Instinct takes over as I turn on my heel while I can still feel the air that she whirled up, reach for her arm and yank her back. A second later she's pinned against the wall before I can even consider that I should drop my fingers, that are pinning her down, from her shoulder.
"Wrong choice, girl!" I stare right into her face.