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[isaac clarke]

( you keep your riches and i'll sew my stiches

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Though it was only an elective, creative writing was a class that Isaac was very excited about this term. It wasn't like Isaac to get exited about a class at school, the professors always asking him to do work outside of class and actually study - ick. The mere thought almost made Isaac laugh, knowing he would never do any of those things. But in class today Isaac was thrilled to see that he had a wonderful professor, even if his classmates were less then satisfactory. It was clear that a lot of the students there just took the class because they wanted the english credits. It made Isaac somewhat angry, already sightly agitated that he had to do something that asked so much of him, but if he was going to be wasting his time in the class then he had to make the best of it, which means these stupid kids should probably do the same. None the less the first class went smoothly, Isaac returning to that very lecture hall after all the classes were done for the day. Their first assignment was going to be interesting, the way the professor made it sound they would all be sharing with the class and getting critiqued on their work. Isaac got the impression that there was going to be more to this assignment then met the eye, but he wasn't going to read too much into it yet, he's only been to one class.

As he sat at a table in the middle of the room he was comfortable, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, Isaac had his feet up and his notebook on his lap, pen in hand as he tapped it on the notebook lightly. Isaac actually wanted to do his first assignment, but he couldn't think of anything to write about. Awful, right? Isaac already knew that his drawing muse was being crippled by his current social issues, but now his writing muse too? Dazy and Chess were killing him, metaphorically of course. He never thought that two girls would affect him as much as these two have - both of them his best friends, both of them hating each other, and he is sleeping with one and use to sleep with other. Isaac laughed at the thought of the mess he had gotten himself into, wondering why things like this happen to him. Maybe it was karma finally coming back in kicking him in the balls for the way he has always treated people, Isaac never really one to care how rude or unjust he was to a person. He was thankful he got this mess rather then something else - like an STD. That would have sucked, but luckily Isaac is a clean guy. Surprising, right?

Hearing laughing and flirty banter coming from the hall Isaac looked up from his notepad, letting his feet down and sitting properly in his chair. His eyes turned their attention to the door as a few students tried to enter the lecture hall he was occupying. A few girls and a few guys, laughing and having a good time after their final class for the day. They stopped at the door when they spotted Isaac already sitting there. They talked quietly amongst themselves for a minute so that Isaac couldn't hear what they were saying until one of the girls spoke up. 'mind if we come in here too?' she said, not really giving him the choice of saying no before they walked in and took a seat up front. Isaac sighed in frustration. "So you ask me my opinion and then just .. walk in anyways? How inconsiderate," he spoke to them, the whole lot of them - about 5 people - turning around to look at him in surprise. "What, you expected me to be quiet and not say anything? I do mind you being in here, but I know you don't give a rats ass because you're too concerned with which one of these guys you can sleep with tonight. Tell me, do you spread your legs for everyone you meet or are these guys special?" he commented, noting how flirty that particular girl was with the two guys with the group. He was directly talking to her now. "Come on baby, I bet I can give you the thrills you're looking - much better then these boys could," he said with a devilish grin, the girl giving a curious look before getting to her feet. fuck you you perv! she yelled at him, gesturing for her friends to leave with her as she made her way to the exit, her eyes scanning Isaac up and down before she left. "See you around babe!" Isaac called after her, snickering to himself at his handy work and sitting down. Sometimes being an obnoxious asshole payed off.

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[Conner Evans]

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Day one of this weird.. Creative writing class. Conner at first was ignorantly excited by the class, as being the "oh-so-smart" guy he was, he assumed he himself was quite creative. So, he expected the class to be pretty easy. Plus, he really needed English credits. So when he sat down to hear the teacher's lecture, it wasn't exactly planned that he'd fall asleep. Unlike high school, however, he didn't get called out, though he did hear the teacher mention that he didn't care if you slept. He didn't wake until someone behind him kicked his chair, and he turned to see a friend of his flirtatiously smiling at him. She wiggled her fingers in a wave, and he hesitantly smiled back, though partially because he was tired. He didn't really mind girls flirting with him - he wasn't exactly the most unattractive guy. Personality and looks, he seemed to have it all to some people. Of course, he was off-limits. He had only one person in mind ever since he had returned to California, and though he wasn't willing to admit it, that one person was a dude. Which, didn't mean he was fully gay - right? He wasn't even sure, but he didn't let himself think of it.

As the class continued, he found himself paying less and less attention to the professor. He began looking around the class, seeing who he knew possibly. A few people he knew pretty well, others he just recognized, like Isaac. He didn't know the guys name, but he recognized him - maybe he'd seen him in a group of friends or at a party. "I want the paper tomorrow." .. Shit! What paper?! Suddenly Conner was paying attention again, but of course, too late. Everyone was leaving the class. He scanned the blackboard as he got up - a story about what was going on in his life? And an upcoming partner assignment. He was getting up, but of course, that girl was at his side before he could even walk out the door. "Heeeeyyy Conneeeer haven't seen you since the Summer!!!!" "Hey, sorry yeah. I've been busy." He replied, as she obnoxiously began giggling. "Hahahah! Oh my god you're so funny." Ignoring the fact that he hadn't even made a joke, he joined her and some friends for lunch in the school's cafe. It was an alright time, he hated being alone - he'd rather this than eating on his own. And as they left the cafe, he directed them towards the hall again. He really needed to talk to the professor and ask what was going on, so he planned on ditching them when they passed the classroom.

"Hey, I gotta write a paper. You guys mind if I head into the class again?" He asked, facing the group and walking backwards, thumb pointed behind him at the room. Of course, the group decided to follow him in, though. He didn't want to tell them to get out, so he agreed to them following him in. They all talked, the three girls and the guy with them, but still the same girl clung to his arm practically. She would smack his arm every time he said anything remotely funny. It was to the point where he was no longer laughing, and now he'd just simply say "yeeeah." The girl pulled up a seat by the kid from earlier he'd somewhat recognized, but still, didn't know his name. Conner hadn't even taken in the situation before the guy spoke up to his flirty little friend. Conner had began copying notes, and wasn't paying much attention to his friends who were now choosing to sit by the guy. And, he was speaking up. The murmur of his speech was somewhat faded into the background of Conner's mind, but after a bit, as his words began sounding more and more vicious, he picked up on what Isaac was saying. "but I know you don't give a rats ass because you're too concerned with which one of these guys you can sleep with tonight. Tell me, do you spread your legs for everyone you meet or are these guys special?" Whoa, ouch. That was pretty out there. Conner spun around in his seat, looking back at the guy, eyes widened at what he'd said. Was he joking?! The other guy began laughing - he really was there to get laid, Conner was only with then for the social aspect. He didn't really know them well at all, but he didn't think the girl deserved that, even if she was annoying the shit out of him. The girl got up angrily, and ditched the room with the others, with a big swing back at him. "See you around babe!"

Conner didn't follow them - he was here for a reason. Sure, that was out of place of the guy, but Conner really wanted her out of his hair anyway. He scratched the back of his neck, turning back in his seat, and thinking for a second. Now that they were gone, he was all alone. And, he'd have to actually focus on his work. True, he should be focusing, but how could he..? It wasn't long before he got up, and strode right over to where the girl had been sitting earlier. He leaned back on the chair, and flopped his feet onto the desk in front of him, leaving the laptop on the chair next to him, and a spiral in his hands, and a pen. "That was uncalled for dude.." he began, shrugging his shoulders. "But I owe you." He laughed in his own words. "You're Claude's friend, right? Do you have any idea what we're even supposed to be writing about?.." He asked, looking over at the guy with a goofy grin on his face, oblivious to the fact that maybe the guy didn't want to talk at the moment.

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notes: this took pathetically long to write, sorry... and this is the worst post i think ive ever written, im sorry DX its really bad.