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Post by maeve on Apr 21, 2013 14:51:08 GMT -5
Maeve unbuckled her seat belt and stared at the track. Its emptiness almost mocked her. Yet again she was late enough that the class had already moved on to somewhere else. Then her eyes caught a familiar flash of black and hot pink top, Ashley. Mae grabbed a hair elastic and gathered up her curly blonde locks into a ponytail on top of her head as she walked towards Ashley. Coach Lewis was no where to be seen. Another do anything day? Once this was confirmed by Ashley, Mae got her gym clothes on and found a somewhat quiet place to tan. She could still hear the shouts of boys playing their sports and the occasional chirp of laughter from girls in groups. Mae didn't take group time on Do Anything Day in P.E., it was most likely the only time she would get alone with two new twins in her house. As she kicked leaves away from her spot, she rolled up her tank top. Tanning wasn't just for arms and legs. Mae sat down, adjusted her bra, then stretched out on her back. She smiled up at the sun, liking how it instantly warmed her. Surprising, how the star from so far away reached her little planet. About ten minutes passed and Mae flipped on her stomach, gathering up her Ipod to listen to music. Life's to short to care at all, wo-oah. She sang softly, laying the Ipod down and putting her head on her folded arms. Her pretty voice was almost carried away by the wind, unheard by her. Mae preferred it that way, to sing where no one else could hear. It was something the school couldn't spread rumors about. Not that she minded the (bad) attention. OUTFIT |
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Post by barrett on Apr 21, 2013 15:03:56 GMT -5
Do Anything Day, though sometimes I called it Do Nothing Day. Today, however, was Do Anything Day. I think it was pretty stupid that Mr. Lewis left a bunch of hormonal, testosterone-guided and estrogen-filled boys and girls together (and alone) out on the field, or inside the gym, but I wasn't going to be the one to complain.
I had since pulled on my black gym shorts and left my shirt off; why not get a tan, and it was hot, anyway. Us boys had since split into teams for football, the girls sorta standing off to the side in gossiping clumps.
"Jon! I'm open!" I yell, raising my hands in the air and backpedaling towards our in zone as fast as I could without tripping over myself. His gaze landed on me and he flung it right before Troy tackled him. It was high. I jump up in a vain attempt to catch it but it hurtles over my outstretched fingers and I fall to the ground in a heap.
And on top of someone. "Aw, shit, I'm sorry." I say quickly, pushing myself to my feet. I bend over for the ball, ignoring the laughter of the other boys. I awkwardly ran a hand through my dark brown hair, looking down at the hot blonde I'd fallen on. Her name was Maeve, or something like that.
"Sorry I smushed you, really didn't mean to." I say with a suave chuckle and an easy smirk before turning to hurl the football back to the others before plopping down beside her.
"What can I do to make it up to you? Anything." I continue, a mischievous gleam in my blue-green eyes.
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Post by maeve on Apr 21, 2013 15:57:48 GMT -5
Maeve picked up her Ipod, switching songs. She put it back down and put her head back down also. The sounds of a ball thumping near her caught her attention and she picked her head up, but not soon enough to figure out was that meant. A weight, a body, dropped down on her. Mae jerked under the body, spitting out curses. Once it was off of her, she rolled on her side and glared at the dark headed boy that had fallen on her. Sure, he fell on 'accident'. She shielded her eyes from the sun and watched the football fly before looking back at the boy. It's fine. Except for my shirt. Mae looked down at the white tank top. It's blue cupcake now had smears of grass stain on it. Oh well. She'd go and change later. If she had another. Her eyes followed him as he sat down. So he wasn't leaving anytime son. She stifled a sigh and pulled one leg to her, leaving the other outstretched for the sole of her shoe to rest on her inner thigh. He'd do anything, huh? She smirked. I doubt you'd do just anything. Mae pulled her blonde tresses over shoulder and examined her cuticles. Maybe she'd scare him off. Wearing a stained shirt was starting to ignore her. She wasn't looking as best as she could. [/font] |
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Post by barrett on Apr 21, 2013 16:36:21 GMT -5
"Sorry." I say, though my voice was cheerful as I apologized. I decide to keep a comment about how she'd look better without it to myself.. for the moment. If the opportunity cam up again later I'd definitely take it. Once I'd softened her outer layer. I watch as she looks at her fingers and flick my gaze back towards where the others had since continued their game.
I hated to miss out on it, but getting on the good side of a really hot girl was well worth it. "Yes, totally anything." I insist, nudging her with my elbow playfully. "Just name it. Call me up anytime. Whether your cat's in a tree or you have math homework, or whatever, I'll do it." I continue, chuckling softly at my own wit. Maybe she'd take me up on my offer, or send me away- who knew? I didn't, I'd never really spoken to her before.
"I'm Barrett, by the way.. or just Bear." I introduce myself, offering her my hand to shake with a confident smirk.
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Post by maeve on Apr 21, 2013 16:49:32 GMT -5
Maeve drug her eyes away from her middle finger and she couldn't help but smirk a little. Cat in a tree? Not quite. Math homework he would totally have to take him up on. Her eyes flicked to his outstretched hand. She didn't want to seem like a total bitch, but shaking hands wasn't her thing. Maeve leaned forward and grabbed his hand, shaking it twice before pulling her arm back and tucking her palm under her hand. Sure, he was hot, but germs were not her thing. Yet anyone who'd heard the rumors, some true, some not, about her wouldn't think that. Maeve inwardly shuddered. Surely not going to visit that right now. I'm sure my cat would appreciate it. As would the math teacher. Maeve gave him a crooked smile. I'm Maeve. Besides you falling on me, nice to meet you. She had no idea what insight she'd just given him on her life. Depending on what kind of guy he was, he'd probably run for the hills screaming the whole way. That was the only thing bad about being popular, and hated. She never got to explain herself, have a chance for a true relationship. Not that she wanted one. Real relationships normally lead to lovers sex, which lead to kids and a life full of taking care of the brats. No way did she want that. Not until she was old, like thirty. It'd get her past her prime of life. Maeve pulled her other leg in to cross them and put her elbows on her knees, resting her chin on them next. |
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Post by barrett on Apr 21, 2013 17:11:19 GMT -5
It took her a moment, but her hand connected with mine for about two seconds before she retracted it. I mentally raise my eyebrows but decide against saying anything, instead leaning back on my hands, muscular chest of full display for Maeve's enjoyment. "Good." I reply happily, smiling goofily over at her. I wasn't always like this, but this was how I flirted; though she probably didn't know that and just thought I was a complete idiot.
Maeve, don't people call you Mae?" I ask, not wanting to seem like a stalker by knowing her nickname. An embarrassed flush crosses over my cheeks as she brings up me falling on her. "Well, I was running backwards, and you should know not to suntan in the in zone." I reply, sticking out my tongue at the pretty blonde playfully. I don't catch the insight thing, but I'd heard about her; I was pretty sure everyone had.
But, I wasn't sure what were rumors and what weren't; it was always hard when people loved gossip.
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Post by barrett on Apr 21, 2013 17:11:40 GMT -5
It took her a moment, but her hand connected with mine for about two seconds before she retracted it. I mentally raise my eyebrows but decide against saying anything, instead leaning back on my hands, muscular chest of full display for Maeve's enjoyment. "Good." I reply happily, smiling goofily over at her. I wasn't always like this, but this was how I flirted; though she probably didn't know that and just thought I was a complete idiot.
Maeve, don't people call you Mae?" I ask, not wanting to seem like a stalker by knowing her nickname. An embarrassed flush crosses over my cheeks as she brings up me falling on her. "Well, I was running backwards, and you should know not to suntan in the in zone." I reply, sticking out my tongue at the pretty blonde playfully. I don't catch the insight thing, but I'd heard about her; I was pretty sure everyone had.
But, I wasn't sure what were rumors and what weren't; it was always hard when people loved gossip.
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Post by maeve on Apr 21, 2013 18:28:15 GMT -5
Maeve nodded. Mae was indeed her nickname, though she didn't favor it. The name was just to plain for her, not something someone would easily remember. She ran a hand down her ponytail and her a snap. Her hair fell around her face and she puckered her lips in a frown. Damn hair elastics, they broke too easy. She fluffed the blonde locks. I didn't realize I was in the zone/ Maeve mocked, making air quotes with her fingers. She laughed and pulled her knees loosely to her chest, grabbing her ankles. Better watch that tongue, sir.She said nonchalantly, watching the football players. Ashley caught her eye and pointed to Barrett, giving a 'what the hell' look. Maeve arched an eyebrow at the black haired girl, but she was already being swept up in the arms of her boyfriend, Jon. With a inward sigh, Maeve looked back towards Barrett and smiled. At times she wished she had a boyfriend, times when it was still in the early stages. Which with her seemed to last only a few days. Absently, she started picking at the strap of her tank top. But then again she had to room to complain. She'd never bothered to stop or deny the rumors. She wanted them. Maeve wanted to be remembered. Though it occurred to her at times not always in the right way. [/font] |
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Post by barrett on Apr 21, 2013 19:06:29 GMT -5
Her hair bow snaps, blonde hair falling around her cute face. "Looks good down." I tell her happily with a flirtatious wink. I chuckle at her air quotations, shaking my head. "you were in the in zone, not 'in the zone'. I correct, sticking out my tongue at Maeve playfully. I run a hand through my dark brown hair, shaking it out so that it was messy- girls loved imperfections, right? Hopefully Mae did, at least, or all my primping would be for naught.
She looks back at me, a grand smile crossing her face. What was that for? Had I done something right? Was it encouragement for my flirting? Well, that's what I would take it as. "You should play." I joke, nodding towards the football game. "Well, maybe not, I'd hate to see you get broken in half. I add, shaking my head after thinking for a moment. "What do you play?" I ask instead, raising my eyebrows curiously at Maeve.
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Post by maeve on Apr 21, 2013 20:04:09 GMT -5
Maeve shook her head with a laugh. He had a point, even thought it was wrong. She actually liked to play football. Her and her dad would always watch Sunday football games. It was a special tradition. Her eyes traveled to the grappling boys and she stood up, brushing off her shorts. Guitar, football, you know, the norm. She smiled down at him and tapped the toe of her blue Van on the ground. Maeve stretched her arms above her head, then she pulled each leg back. It was routine to stretch. She didn't want to look like a total wimp in front of the guys. Ashley saw her get up and strutted over, wrapping her arms around Maeve's waist and putting her chin on her shoulder. Playing, eh? Well. I vote you opposite of Barrett. Ashley laughed in Maeve's ear and she unhooked the girls arm and stepped away, chuckling. A faint yell attracted her attention, but she kept her flirtatious gaze on Barrett. Lets go, shall we? Maeve turned to Ashley and shoulder bumped her. The two girls started walking, Ashley hip bumping Maeve every few strides. Maeve looked back at Barrett and waved him towards them. He wasn't going to offer a spot playing then just sit out. [/font] |
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Post by barrett on Apr 21, 2013 20:13:39 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows as she stands, stretching after shaking her head at me with a laugh. I sit up and pop my neck, watching Ashley come over to wrap her arms around Mae's waist. I push myself to my feet, watching them strut off. "What if I'd needed help getting up?" I mumble darkly, shaking my head. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to ask her to play. I follow after them at a slower pace, about to cross out of the in zone when Jon's shout brings my head up as the ball hurtles towards me. I jump up and this time actually catch it, cradling it to my chest as Damian crashed into me as he was racing after it in an attempt to intercept the toss.
"Oof." I grunt, pushing him off of me. I toss the ball back, brushing at a now-raw patch of skin of my shoulder as I pull my shorts back straight from where they had gone slightly sideways from falling. "Now how attractive was that? Manly, huh?" I ask, striding over to rest my elbow of Maeve's shoulder as if she were an arm rest. "They don't call me Bear for no reason." I add with a chuckle.
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Post by maeve on Apr 24, 2013 16:00:57 GMT -5
Maeve looked at Barrett and rolled her eyes, bumping her shoulders with his. Yes, that's why you got tackled. She chuckled and tightened the strings on her shorts, kicking off her Vans. As she jogged towards the field, she announced that it was tackle football and wouldn't be fair if she didn't get tackled. Though as her eyes roved the boys, she regretted it a little. Most of them were bigger than she was. Oh well, there was always medicine and pain killers. Maeve clapped towards the ball and caught it deftly when it came her way. There wasn't really a point in figuring out which way she was supposed to go, so as two people started to run after her, Maeve pumped her legs for a second and ran the opposite way Barret had. She felt the air move in her lungs and out, matching it with her legs. Running, there really wasn't anything like it. Right as she got confident, a hand swiped her shoulder, toppling Maeve off balance. She didn't fall, luckily. Her ankle throbbed when she moved now though. But as she crossed the in zone, it disappeared. Maeve threw the ball up and did a little jump, grinning. How was that? She mused at Barrett. [/font] |
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Post by barrett on Apr 25, 2013 15:50:50 GMT -5
"I kept hold of it!" I protest, scoffing as Maeve strode off. I watch as she catches the football, running with it. I roll my eyes, the guys were going way easy on her. Though I couldn't blame them, if they tackled her too hard she'd probably snap right in half- and I didn't want that; then I most certainly wouldn't have a chance to win her over.
I chuckle as Brian's hand just barely swipes her and Maeve tumbles, though I have to give her credit for keeping hold if the ball. "Nice one." I call, clapping my hands together as I strode up to stand beside Jon.
"Be back in a sec." I announce to no one in particular as I jog up to the stands, the gate creaking as I opened it and started towards the locker room where the bathroom was.
(terrible post, sorry!)
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Post by maeve on Apr 27, 2013 15:48:44 GMT -5
Maeve watched Barrett go and stayed around to talk to Jon and Ashley before her bladder rose against her. She clamped down the need for a minute while Ashley finished her story. I'm going to piss myself. Be right back. She waved behind her as she jogged awkwardly up the steps. Right as she opened the large door, her eyes found the familiar girls bathroom sign. With a sigh of relief, she pushed open the door and locked herself in a stall. She checked her phone and saw that she already had a text from Ashley. Were's bear. Instinctively, Maeve looked around the stall, then mentally slapped herself. Of course he wouldn't be in the woman's bathroom. She sent back an idk and left the stall, going to the sink. Her hair was devilish from running. She combed her fingers through the loose curls and debated putting it up again. Nah, it'd be fine. After touching up her lip gloss, she dried her hands and opened the bathroom door. Maeve hadn't ran into many awkward situations at the bathroom and she figured this would be one. Her eyes traveled up the body in front of her to Barrett's face. It took her second to wrap her mind around things, but once she did, she jerked her hands off his torso and stepped away from the door and him. Found him, she thought. Oh, sorry. She chuckled with a light smile and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear absently. [/font] |
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Post by barrett on Apr 27, 2013 16:47:56 GMT -5
I turn the faucet on and squirt some pink liquid soap into my hand, lathering them together before rinsing and pulling a paper towel out of the dispenser. I toss it into the trashcan and step out of the bathroom, and right into Maeve. Her hands press against my bare chest before she removes them and backs up, her blue eyes wide.
"Fancy seeing you here." I say casually, a light chuckle coming from me as I cross my muscular arms voer my chest to lean against the closed boy's bathroom door. It really was odd, but I wasn't going to complain.
"Its all good." I add with a smirk and a flirty wink.
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