../ they're always watching

[lydia 'cass' wright]

lydia

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they're gonna clean up your looks
with all the lies in the book
to make a citizen out of you
so they can watch all the things you do[/i][/size][/center]

Sitting in the chair outside the principal's office, Lydia couldn't help but fidget in her chair uncomfortably. She wasn't nervous or one of the students, like the kid next to her, that was counting his blessings and afraid he'd gotten in big trouble. Getting in trouble was her life, after all. They had given up calling her parents, as they could no longer seem to touch her, and detentions just seemed like little nap times. The plastic chair was just so damn back bending. This is why older people needed chiropractors, as kids they had bad chairs while the faculty had these soft cushioned lounging ones. What also didn't help her feel comfortable was how stuffy and confining the room she was sitting in. It was absolutely silent except the whisper of the gossipy desk workers which were talking to the Principals secretary. Lydia couldn't help but roll her eyes. Life didn't change much did it? Older woman gossip just like there teenage counterparts and there was no way to escape it.

Leaning back her blue head right against the wall, she just began counting tiles on the ceiling. What the hell did she do? She hadn't beaten up anyone in awhile. And she was beginning to die down the comebacks she used to so freely shoot at the teachers like spit balls. Her clothes weren't revealing... Green eyes looked down, agreeing with her assumption. She had worn a white ruffly skirt, but that had leggings under it. Maybe it was the black colored tube top with the different bright colored stars on it? Come on! It couldn't be. The piece of clothing was tight and could no way slip off like a few of the sluts around school that literally spilled out of their tops. Eyes looked up again as she felt eyes analyzing here. Wow, she was finding a lot of parallels today. The three office people had been chatting were giving her quick glances. Feeling obliged, she let a fake smile shift on her face, raising a hand that had a fingerless glove on it and twiddling her fingers in a mocking wave. They tried to smile back, but theirs were so crooked it didn't give hers justice.

Lowering her hand back on to her lap she let her green eyes return to the ceiling, pondering what she would do after she finished her little meeting here. The last bell had rang when she had heard her name over the intercom, so it wasn't like she had to go back to class. Usually she went back to her dorm to freshen up and then called Jamie to see what she was doing. There was a line for the principal today though. Unless the man himself thought Lydia's 'issue' deserved immediate attention he would make her wait. It was the type of relationship she had developed with the older man. She came there and acted all behaved, he tried to play the nice guy and than hit her on the wrist, and after she agreed whatever she did was wrong she left with a few detentions. No big deal, she could already play the scene in her head.

The brown wooden door opened to the Principals office and Lydia leaned forward, ready to get up. A young girl, probably a first year, walked out sniffling with her petty mascara smeared on the edges of her face. She watched the girl walk out and was gravely disappointed when she heard a different person called “Nelson,”. The boy, who had been sitting next to her, timidly got up, scratching the back of his head nervously and walked into the big guys office. Sheesh these kids were acting like someone had killed their puppy. All of them needed to lighten up, seriously! Leaning back in her chair she crossed her hands over her chest, pink lips frowning with annoyance. She was almost embarrassed for those two students acting freaked out like that. They were both probably the goody-two-shoe type, never getting a black mark on their file. The frown slowly curled into a smile, picturing her file. It didn't have marks on it, it was just plain black.

“How much longer do you think this will be?”

[/color] she couldn't help but yell across the room to the secretary. She got an irritated frown, but also an answer. “Probably fifteen minutes, dear. Please don't yell.” This whole room was getting on her nerves. The faculty, the people... again fidgeting she reminded herself about the chairs. Usually she was in and out of here in a breeze. She better have done something terrible cause this wasn't worth it if she simply gave someone an ugly look! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Scott was mad. No, mad didn't even begin to describe the intense rage that this boy was feeling inside. Furious might be a better adjective for Scott's emotions. Not only was he furious, but his bi-polarness basically took that anger and multiplied it by a tenfold. Who did that damn kid think that he was? It was all this stupid kids fault that he was in here. Scott was too angry even to remember his name, although he was sure that it started with a G. Greg, maybe? Gary? Garret? There was no way to be sure, at least while Scott was in such a state of rage. Scott angrily crumpled up the blue slip in his hands that he had been given by the teacher and shoved it in his pocket. The note read, like many others, 'anger episode', among other things. He'd deal with it later.

Now, most people knew not to piss Scott off. Most people knew to keep their distance; to watch what they say.Why? Well, mostly because he had little control over his emotions. His bipolar condition often caused him to lose control of almost any emotions, whether they be excitement, depression, or even anger. Scott reffered to the times when he couldn't control his emotions as an 'episode'. Today, the kid whose name started with a G - lets just call him G-Man, was the unfortunate victim of one of Scott's episodes. And unluckily for him, Scott was downright pissed off. While Scott had probably blown the problem way out of proportion, he still had a good reason to be mad - and was sticking to his reasoning. He wasn't one to give up so easily.

Now the problem had started in writing class, where they were asked to write a newspaper article on a story that they had read at the beginning of the week. They had a week - five classes - to work on it, full-class time. Simple enough, right? Scott had finished it on the first day they were assigned the project, perfecting it to the best of his ability (well, not the best - but the best he wanted to do in his tired state) and spent the next few days working on his articles for the newspaper. Most of the topics were horribly boring that he was assigned, but Scott was sure that if he kept working at it that he would someday get his big break and one of his satiric articles with a good topic would bubble up to the surface of some important persons desk. It could happen.

Anyways, when the day came to present the projects, Scott showed his off with ease. He was good at talking infront of crouds. That was, until G-Man thought that it would be funny to start talking in the middle of Scott's presentation. Not only was he talking, but he was critiqueing the work. Now, don't get me wrong - Scott isn't uptight and doesn't mind critism. But when it's unneccesary, and most defintely stupid, then Scott gets a little angry. Does G-Man have a degree in writing? No. So, Scott calmly asked G-Man to stop talking. G-Man refused, and, let's just say that things got dicey. In the aftermath, a desk was overturned, and G-Man had a bloody nose. Scott was sent to the office. He and the principal were on a first-name basis.

Rounding the corner of the halls, his black shoes squeaked against the floor. They were new - and he liked them a lot. His right foot had pink laces, his left had yellow - and on the black skate shoes there were different sayings scribbled across the shoes. It was entertaining to read them. They stood out in comparison to the rest of Scott's outfit - an old, ripped pair of faded jeans, a white t-shirt with the words printed in bold across the front 'the take over, the breaks over'. the phrase was a title to a great (in Scott's opinion) Fall Out Boy song. Scott liked the band - sure, it wansn't his favourite, but their music was nice to listen to. It didn't hurt that the lead singer was hot, too. But that didn't really matter - you couldn't see the words on his shirt, as his black zip-up hurley hoodie was zipped up so all you could see was the top of the 'fall'. The word was unreadable.

Stepping into the office, Scott had managed to cool himself down quite a bit. He was impressed by himself - usually it took a much longer time to cool himself off after having an anger episode. He got over excitement/energy episodes the fastest, and depression lasted the longest. But never before had he calmed himself in a mere ten minutes. Sure, he wasn't completely calm, but he wasn't about to bite the head off the principal, either. Handing his crumpled blue slip to the secretary, she eyed the note than him again, obviously trying to see if he was still angry. Scott managed to drag his lips into a fake smile but didn't get a returning one. With a 'hmph' the secretary gave him the usual 'It'll be about ten minutes, please take a seat'. She waved towards the row of chairs as if Scott had never been there before.

Taking the first seat that he saw, Scott groaned and rubbed his head. He got migranes after his episodes, and he could feel one coming on -- that was great. It took him a moment to realize that his close friend, Lydia, was sitting right next to him. Removing his hand from his forehead and straighteining up, Scott leaned over and whispered to her very stealthy-like, as if they were actually in a prison -- which, let's face it, they pretty much were. "What're you in for?" His voice was still laced with anger. He couldn't help it. He wasn't looking at her, not now anyways - he was looking forward as he whispered, to give his words more effect. As if he was trying to be stealth about his words. He smirked at his own actions.

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[lydia 'cass' wright]

lydia

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they're gonna clean up your looks
with all the lies in the book
to make a citizen out of you
so they can watch all the things you do[/i][/size][/center]

She was so fucking bored. Releasing an aggravated sigh she looked around the room again for something to entertain her. Unfortunately, all she found was more stuff that just pissed her off. The clock on the side of the room that she finally noticed gave off a small tick that until now stuck out like a sore thumb. A printer was spitting out papers left and right, the drumming of ink being poured onto the pages hitting her like a bat. A keyboard being pressed in an incredible speed was so loud she was surprised she was the only one beginning to get a headache. This is what boredom did. It made you go crazy. Soon the room would get hazy or become a swirl of tints and she'd begin to taste colors. Shaking it off she got up from her chair making a short trip to the secretaries desk. “Could I have some paper and a pen, pretty please?”

[/color] she said, her smile more genuine this time around. Lydia had enough experience to know if you wanted something, you had to play ball.

The woman nodded, grabbing a pen out of a coffee mug and a sheet of paper next to her computer. Handing it over, Lydia gave a small 'thanks' before going back to her chair. Pressing the paper on the arm of the chair, she let the black pen skim over the white sheet. She didn't bother putting much thought into her strokes just taking it as everything flowed. First she drew a medium sized circle in the middle, then began to make little triangles around the rim. It looked a lot like a sun, but this was just the start. Eventually she put a few stars around the globe, a few with zig-zags behind them so they were flowing threw the page. There were others shapes like zebra looking planets, a circle with petals around it like Saturn (though looking more like a skirt), and a few looking awfully like hearts. When she heard someone enter the room she was right at work writing her name in bubble letters over the sun, not looking up until she heard the person sit next to her.

Peaking up all she needed to see was a glimpse of platinum blonde hair to know who it was. There weren't a lot of the guys in the school who were that light of a blonde, and she was positive this wasn't a really ugly girl by her glance. Turning her body a little bit so she wasn't slouching over the chair's arm awkwardly, her brow rose at his groan. Migraine. Didn't that mean Scott had one of his episodes or something? She only had seen him go through a few of them, but it wasn't like she was the doctor that diagnosed him. All she knew he was having some kind of writer's brain cramp or just upset that he was here. As she noticed him she smirked lightly, placing the paper and pen in her lap. This boy was far more entertaining then a few little doodles.

As he leaned closer and asked her a question, the smirk turned into a frown. She noticed his tone, mixed with dark emotions, but she was used to being around people that weren't at there peak. His question was one of her own and it somewhat made her mad she couldn't brag about her newest mischief. Whatever, she'd just make one up. “Oh nothing much,”[/color] she whispered back with a smirk, shrugging lightly. “Just 'bumped' my car into a girl in class that thought it would be sweet to diss me and then squirt ketchup on my new sweatshirt. She's alright, just freaked her out a little, but you know teachers. They have to blow it out of proportion.”[/color] The smile returned, amused by her own rather exaggerated story. She might as well be a writer how creative she was getting. Moving her face that had drifted to her nails as she rather casually told that lie back to his face she asked, “How about you?”[/color] She wondered what kind of episode it had been, if it was one. If it was depression he would be seeing his counselor, not the principal. Probably anger, not that she was overly familiar with it. Usually Scott was a very happy person around her.

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Why in the world did the principal need it to be so hot in the office? Everytime that Scott visited the place (which was more often than he'd like to admit), he felt as if he was in a sauna. He would much rather be in his councellors office - it was always nice and chilly in there. Perfect weather for Scott. He liked his councellor better than he liked the principal, too - but he wasn't able to switch principals like he had with his councellors a few times. Hey, it wasn't his fault that they didn't understand how to deal with Scott's personality. His current councellor (who was also his favourite) was a young, new-to-councelling woman named Mary. She knew just the words to bring Scott out of a deep depression, or calm his anger. It was nice.

Scott wished that he wasn't wearing his hoodie, but he didn't want to take it off. Knowing his forgetfull personality, he would most likely forget it in the office, and then never see it again. That would be tragic, seeing as this was one of his favourite hoodies. Hurley was one of his favourite brands, and so his closet was dominated with it. This black zip-up came second only to his bright, in-your-face yellow hoodie that he had acquired last year. He loved the brightness of it, as it drew peoples attention - not that he needed it, his platinum hair did that already.

His migrane was getting worse. Scott rubbed his forehead again, right smack dab in the midle, where it hurt worse. Which was a good sign, actually - it meant that he was further and further away from lashing out again. He really didn't want to do that in front of Lydia - he had never had an anger episode in front of her. Only depression, which was easier to deal with as he wasn't throwing punches or overturning desks. Not that Lydia had anything to worry about - she could take Scott if push came to shove. Scott didn't want to embarrass himself like that, though. Not today, anyways.

Hearing her story, Scott smiled. He had no reason to doubt it, but that did seem to be a little out-there for Lydia. He didn't call her on it, though - if it was true then it was, and if it wasn't who cares? Scott sure didn't. Although he always found Lydia in the office, the stories were usually revolved around the same idea - Lydia being violent or scaring someone else. There wasn't too much variety, a lot like Scott - while he did experience different kinds of episodes, they were all the same idea ; an uncontrollable burst of emotion. "I had, er, a little 'mishap' with another student. He was being a jack ass, and I'm a little irratable, as you know." Scott smirked, the anger almost gone from his voice now. Talking to Lydia calmed him -- she was a calming force in his life.

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[lydia 'cass' wright]

lydia

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they're gonna clean up your looks
with all the lies in the book
to make a citizen out of you
so they can watch all the things you do[/i][/size][/center]

Green eyes watched Scott rub his head more, rimming with concern. It wasn't that easily seen, but nonetheless the small sympathy was there. Lydia rarely cared deeply about others. She would help a stranger in need that might have just gotten bullied or dropped a load of crap, but it wasn't her nature to be the PETA charitable vegetarian. The girl was kind enough to not be a total bitch and just watch others fall; at the same time she mostly was concerned about her own well-being rather than if her sarcasm might hurt a bystander. Still, Scott was different. She had known him for a longer time, like Jamie, and didn't like to see either of them in pain. It didn't take much effort though to hold back the common phrase, 'are you okay?', as she had rolled her eyes at that comment so many times beforehand. Of course he wasn't okay. Instead, she held her tongue, deciding it wasn't such a big deal that she should bring it up.

Listening to his words she smiled, amused by the mess the boy had gotten into. Unlike a lot of people around campus, the thought of seeing Scott going through an episode didn't scare her. Yeah, a pissed off best friend wouldn't exactly be a tea party, but it would be a different side of the kid she hadn't seen before. Students were all just scared of things they didn't understand. Never being a downer she quickly replied, “Well as long as he was a jackass, then I support you. Did you at least get him good?”

[/color] In for a penny, out with a pound. That's her motto. If Scott had gotten into one of his episodes he might as well hit this kid as hard as he could, as he'd be sent to the principals office no matter what he did. Her swearing must have been a little loud as she heard the secretary give a discontent grunt, as if she'd be able to scold Lydia with actual words. Opening her mouth to shoot a sarcastic comment, that she couldn't help but need to say, she was cut short as the wooden door opened again.

The boy walked out looking at his shoes, obviously been put into his place. How unfortunate for the Principal that Lydia would never kiss his feet like that. “Lydia,” he said, waving a hand for her to come in. The grin on her face didn't vanish as she got up, glad that it was finally her turn. Waiting wasn't exactly her forte and it was a relief to be next, even if this 'line' didn't lead to the most appeasing place in the world. Knowing the drill, she gave Scott one last smirk before entering the door way. As the door closed anyone in the office could hear Lydia say a little to friendly, “What's up, dude? Wife treating you well?”[/color] Then the door shut with a click and Lydia took a seat on the edge of the older man's desk. Picking up one of his paper weights she busied herself staring at the shiny glass as the higher up shook his head at her.

Everything he began to spill all seemed like garbage to the blue haired girl. He began an anecdote on his love life and crushes when he was younger, and how he had a real eye for this one sweetheart. Putting down the paperweight, Lydia frowned at the man while he dragged on. “Not to be rude, but what's your point?”[/color] She was called down to get counseling on her relationships? That was a little weird. Shouldn't she see her counselor for that? “Lydia, a teacher reported seeing Noah Prescott running down the hall and you a few minutes later walking in his footsteps. And you weren't, according to the teacher, mad. You were giggling.” For the first time in a while Lydia blushed, eyes immediately going to the floor. Part of her was infuriated that a teacher would not mind his own business, but the other was humiliated that she had been caught 'giggling'. She loved laughing, but it was weird when it was towards a crush. Looking back towards the Principal he told her it was okay to like this boy, but scaring poor Noah was wrong. Next time she was caught doing it, they'd give her a detention for harassment.

“Do you understand, Lydia?” The girl just nodded. This wasn't what she usually expected when she walked in to this room. It was funny that she could take scolding and yelling, but when a authority figure began talking to her about her feelings she felt more vulnerable. Biting her lip she stood up to walk out, taking a deep breath before the door opened to relax her features. She could shrug this off, she could shrug this off... Exiting the room rather briskly, she took a seat next to Scott again. “That was fun,” she said calmly, acting like nothing big happened. Talking about Noah was weird, especially when it was extremely one-sided relationship. Lydia might have mentioned him once or twice to Scott about his drumming talent, but she'd never admit crushing on the kid. That reminded her... she'd have to confront Noah later. If he had ran any faster she might have gotten a detention a second ago or even loss of privileges. Next time she might just pass him, he runs, and then boom! Next trip sitting in a squeaky desk for an hour!

It almost made her mad thinking about it and a sneer couldn't help but take the place of her smile. “You better be next Scott, cause I'm not going to wait forever.”[/color] Emphasizing the word she let the grin show on her face again, the mild irritated tone gradually relaxing. “Then we have to do something cause I'm so fuckin bored. I could watch kids walk into walls and I'd be entertained.”[/color] Anything would be better than sitting here. Plus it would get her mind off the little lecture that felt a lot like the speech parents gave you about 'the birds and the bees'.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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After a couple of minutes of rubbing his forehead, the pain in the middle of his brain seemed to be subsiding. Very, very slowly. Scott felt like time had stopped completely, and he was just sitting there, waiting for his migraine to go away. He was very glad that Lydia wasn't asking anything, or saying anything - he wouldn't be listening anyways, and noise made the migraines worse. So did light, so Scott contemplated asking the secretary to close the blinds. He knew, however, that she wouldn't do it - so he decided to just cut his losses and not ask her at all. It would be better than getting the 'are you fucking kidding me' look that he recieved from her a few times after she asked why he was here. Bad move.

At Lydia's comments, Scott's mouth moved into a smirk. Ahh, Lydia was definitely a witty one. That was a trait that the two definitely shared - their wit. "Yes, I definitely hit him good. Let's just say that he won't be bothering me for a while." Scott let out a small laugh, as he played the scene that had arrived no more than twenty minutes ago in his head. The one thing that he remembered vividly was the clock on the wall - he had glanced at it's hands when he heard the bell ring. That's when G-Man tried to hit Scott, but lost his footing under a pile of paper... which was rather fortunate for Scott, who was called to the office not long after. Scott was proud of his victory.

Hearing the door to the principals office open, Scott glanced over to see an unfamiliar boy. He looked like a dog just waiting to be kicked. It was sad, actually. Scott couldn't believe that this boy was afraid of the principal - a man who looked like he so could not throw a punch. But he kept all the students here because of their talent, and some in their places quite easily. Hearing Lydia's name being called in a monotone voice, Scott looked over at his friend and noticed her smirk. Seeing that she was obviously not worried, Scott decided not to be too - why would he be? Lydia was always in trouble, but she dealt with it quite well on her own.

Scott became terribly bored sitting in that stiff chair, all by himself while Lydia was in the principals office for what felt to be an eternity. Scott, looking for a way to fight boredom, rifled around in his pocket for his iPod. When he came up with the red music player, he popped the heaphones in his ears. It was music to his ears... literally. He clicked play and the first song that came on was Hey Brittany by one of his favourite bands, Forever the Sickest Kids. Deciing to let the song play its run, Scott leaned back into the chair and let out a sigh. His head rested uncomfortably against the back of the chair, but it would have to do.

As the iPod ran through songs and switched every so often, Scott felt his migrane lessen. He let out a deep breath, and could already feel the calming feeling that washed over him in a matter of minutes. His migraine was almost completely gone when Scott could hear the secretary speaking to him. "Excuse me dear, you're up next, so please listen up." Growling under his breath, Scott flipped off his music and pulle his headphones out of his ears. Obviously this woman didn't know how irksome she was, or how irratable Scott was already. It was a relief to see Lydia again, even if he knew that it meant his turn was up soon. "Oh, I can see that."

Smiling, Scott listened for his name. He wanted to get this over with. "Don't worry; I'll ask for the abriged version of his speech." Scott was about to open his mouth to speak again, but he was interrupted as the principals voice rang into his ears. "Scott." Scott stood up, and headed into the principals office where he was obliged to sit in another uncomfortable chair. Great, that was great. While Scott was squirming around and getting himself comfortable, the principal sat down on his desk and twiddled his thumbs. Scott assmued that he was coming up with a new way to tell Scott he had to control his anger, but hadn't the two gone over this enough times?

"It's nice to see you again, Scott" The principal put a lot of emphasis on the word again. Scott gritted his teeth, and held back some rude comments. He'd save those for later, with more imporatant people listening. "Yeah. Did you lose weight?" Scott smirked at the man, who seemed to be used to his antics. "Scott, I hear that you're making trouble in class again. You made a mister... Gus Smith's nose bleed? That's the third time this month." So that was his name, Gus. Scott managed to avoid all of the dissapointment in the teachers voice. "I know. I can't help that this school is full of idiots." The principal sighed, and fixed his glasses.

"I think that you need more help. More frequent help, anyways. I want you to go see the concellor everyday now. Fifth period. It's your spare, is it not?" What the fuck?! This guy wanted Scott to give up his spare period to go deal with his issues? Scott wasn't a computer that could be reprogrammed. He was a person that people had to learn how to deal with. "You're kidding, right?" Scott asked, in a slightly sarcastic tone. There was no way that he was being serious, was he...? "I'm afraid I'm not, Scott. I think that Ms. Brunton can help you a lot. You just need to give her more chances." "Ms. Brunt- oh, you mean Mary." Scott took a deep breath, and then looked at the principal again. "If I do that will you stop riding my as-, er, get off my case?" The principal smiled. "Of course."

With a slight nod and an angry growl, Scott headed out of the principals office. He couldn't believe that he had just given up his free period - his second lunch hour, in his mind. It was a crazy thought, really, but... at least the principal would leave him alone. And he would probably get over more issues... whatever. Scott decided not to try and be optimistic about the situation until later. He still had an angry phase to go through in the mourning process - the mourning of his lost free period. Too bad he was wearing such a bright hoodie. As he got out of the office, Scott let out a loud groan to let Lydia know that things had not gone so well.

"Ready to go? I think that I might actually throw a kid into the wall if I stay here much longer." Scott nodded his head, and headed out of the door, waiting for Lydia to follow. He would tell her the entire story once they got outside, where Scott wouldn't have to restrain himself. He could tell her the entire story of how he lost his free period, impressions and all. It was going to be quite a show for Lydia.

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[lydia 'cass' wright]

lydia

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they're gonna clean up your looks
with all the lies in the book
to make a citizen out of you
so they can watch all the things you do[/i][/size][/center]

Hearing Scott's reply she opened her mouth to say something, only to be cut off again. These interruptions were getting more and more annoying. The second Scott was behind the closed door, Lydia let the frown return on her features. She never pretended to be happy, but she did hide her emotions, even around best friends. It was probably very unhealthy, yet she didn't give a shit. Shooting heroin, smoking cigarettes, or driving drunk was unhealthy. There was no crime to want to keep to yourself about personal stuff. Talking about personal stuff, she remembered she had left a personal belonging on the chair. Getting up, as she had been sitting on it, she brushed off the doodle she had been working on before Scott had arrived. The paper was wrinkly but the whole little scene was still wonderful. Glancing at the clock again, she debated whether she might add a few more images to her little doodles. Nah. Maybe she'd finish it later or just hang it up as it was on her dorm wall with a thumbtack. Carefully folding it she made the process very slow to kill a little time. Unlike Scott, she didn't have her iPod on her. Meaning no entertainment.

Pulling at her black key choker, she dragged it up and down the thin black links. There was seriously nothing to do. Maybe she could run down to the cafeteria real quick and grab a pop. At least the little trip would keep her busy while Scott took forever talking with the principal. What were they doing? Having a meal in there? Listening closely she could only hear muffled voices, but the tones seemed very angry. Had she just heard a growl? The frown deepened, already knowing things weren't going well at all. Scott's punishment must have been a lot worse then hers the way it sounded like the situation was going. All she had gotten was a slap on the wrist. Right now it seemed like Scott had been punched in the gut and left on the ground. She began preparing herself for a long rant. The boy was a lot like her, and she knew if she was in his shoes she'd be shouting off flames.

As the door opened the groan confirmed her assumptions. Getting up, she listened to his words, the smirk returning again. Not because his words contained violence, but the expression it caused the secretary to form. It was obvious she was wondering if Scott was joking or not. Her hands were rather close to her pen, as if she were ready to write him up again. Following the other kid outside the office, she felt a rush of cool air surround her. So maybe her little jokes about the office being a passage to hell wasn't wrong. Ruffling her hair a bit, she was soon by his side, a small smile still on her features. She could tell her was upset, yet she wouldn't frown the whole time. The girl was a very good listener and advisor, but she was somewhat amused by his exit. “I wouldn't mind seeing that, as long as it wasn't me.”

[/color] she said with a small shrug, “It'll help blow off your anger and distract me from what happened in there.”[/color] Too bad she doubted he go through with his threat. If this punishment was bad what else could the principal take away?

Taking a few steps forward it was quite obvious she wanted to get out of the building she had been stuck in for hours. Like a lion stuck in a cage, she just wanted to escape and run wild. Putting one hand on her hip and the other hanging by her side she looked forward towards the exit, and then back to Scott. That was his initiative to start whatever rampage he wanted. It be a useless waste of words to tell him to spill as he would no matter what she did. She'd simply wait and let it all shoot out of him, laughing at his little impersonations and pushing in a comment when necessary. Unlike a lot of people who ranted, Scott's held the most fire. Half the time the people cried mid rant or got extremely repetitive. Scott's were actually a story with a climax and everything. She really needed to persuade him to write these encounters down and publish them. Or at least keep them and laugh at them a few months later.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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"It would greatly please me... and it wouldn't be you. You'd put up a fight."
After heading out of the principals office, Scott took a breath to calm himself as he went over the previous events in his mind. He had just given up his free period to the jackass sitting just fifteen feet away. And to do what? Talk. With his councellor. Now there wasn't anything wrong with his councellor, Mary, but... it was the whole idea of having to actually sit and talk about his feelings. Scott liked going to see the councellor, but... on his own terms. Having their visits be forced made everything feel so.. forced, so fake. It was putting way too much pressure on him.

Waiting for Lydia, Scott considered how he should tell her the story. Obviously she knew that he was upset - it was very obvious, as his voice had the undertone of inner anger. Scott was worried that maybe he had blown the situation out of proportion... but that was crazy, right? He had all the right in the world to be angry at this. Losing his free time... just because the principal thought that he should. What right did he have to dictate this? None, not at all. At least that was Scott's opinion, even if it was a little biased. Okay, even if it was very biased.

Heading further outside and leaning against the brick wall of the school, Scott was glad when Lydia finally followed him. She was only a few seconds behind him, but to Scott if felt as if she had taken forever to get there. "That principal is such a damn asshole." There, that was a good starting to his story. In writing class, one of the first things that Scott had learned was that when writing a paragraph, or a story, you had to start with a topic sentence. This seemed to be a good one, because the theme of Scott's story was that their principal was an asshole.

"I now have to go and talk to the councellor every day at fifth period, which used to be my spare period. Lucky me, huh?" Scott shook his head in an angry manner as he looked at his feet, and then back up at his crazy-haired friend. "Apparently he thinks that it will help soothe me, or help me deal with my issues, or whatever. I think that he's just hoping to see a lot less of me." Scott groaned as his head began to throb again... this wasn't a good sign, but he was pretty sure that he could control his anger - at least, right now he could.

"What happened to you in there? You don't look too pleased." Scott inquired, hoping that she would have a story as interesting as his to share. In fact, she usually had one - her stories varied very much from day to day, influenced by her moods and pretty much how idiotic everyone was acting during the day.

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“Good point,”

[/color] She would a hundred percent fight back. She liked Scott a lot, but not even he could use her as a punching bag. Finally getting outside it was a relief to take a nice breath a fresh air to cool her nerves. Moving her arms so they crossed her chest she watched Scott lean against one of the brick walls, ready to begin his story. Listening to his first sentence she couldn't help but be amused by his bluntness. The boy never did hold back his feelings or keep things at a down low. Which was the way she liked it. It actually annoyed her when people sugar coated it to make the truth less painful. Personally, just saying it cut clear was a lot easier to deal with than gradually pulling off a band-aid.

Patiently she stood there, contently listening to his words as they came out. Appropriately her lips twisted into a frown as he told his punishment, agreeing that it was a little harsh. A whole period gone? Those little freebies were there to give you sometime to relax and a break throughout the day. They should be mandatory to relieve stress that is built up from tests, quizzes, and the whole drama of being in the academy. Well, she could see where the Principal had been coming from. It wasn't like he had to do anything when he was seeing Mary. Maybe talk about his feelings but nothing extremely challenging. Than again, talking about Lydia's own feelings was kind of weird. She had only been to her counselor once and that's because he wanted to talk to her about her relationship with her parents. Of course, out of the request of her parents. She simply told him to piss off and that nothing was going to change in a millions years.

“That's harsh,”[/color] she said bitterly, still on Scott's side. “I really don't know how you can take seeing your counselor. I'd probably be silent or sleep through the required time.”[/color] They did have comfy chairs in those little therapy rooms. Definitely be a nice nap after a whole night out at the club. As topics began to change she felt a little uncomfortable. She wasn't exactly certain about her own feelings at all. Noah was cute and a wonderful drummer, but at the same time she'd be admitting a crush... to a crush. Lydia really needed to start making up her mind... She didn't want to admit to the whole reason of being sent to the principals office, but she at the same time felt obligated. After all, Scott shared his little story. It would only be right for her to do the same.

Green eyes looked away from Scott to the sky, turning her body so she wouldn't have to look directly at him. “Oh, I got off scot free.”[/color] she said with a small smile, “They saw some kid running, saw me in the area, and assumed I had caused it. The Principal just kind of scolded me for 'harassing' kids and how it was wrong.”[/color] She rolled her eyes with annoyance, motivating it by how irritating it was how Noah was scared of her. “Whatever. All that little meeting was was a big waste of my time.” [/color] Once her little speech was over she turned back to Scott letting out a sigh. She had sort of chopped up the story, but hell everyone did that. It was only human to be a little bias and tell what would support her side.

Hoping the change the subject she said the first thing to come to her mind. “Got any plans for the rest of the day?”[/color] She sure didn't. No work, no detentions, and when did she do school work? She might have a little bit of a chance to call up a few people, but with the little delay the trip to the office cause they probably already made plans. If she was lucky Scott was going to a party later and she could crash it. Or the two of them could do something. That was always entertaining if they could get into a little mischief. Life had been dull for way to long. Lydia needed a pick-me-up that would keep it rolling. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Scott smirked, as he tried to imagine the situation in his mind. Sure, it wasn't an overly pretty one, but an entertaining one nontheless. He was sure that no matter what, Lydia would fight back with all her strength. And looks can be very decieving - although it looked as though Lydia wouldn't be very strong at all due to her petite figure, she was one of the few people that Scott did not want to piss off. Other people on that list included Chuck Norris, most athletes and a few other popular celebrity icons. Hey, it looked like Angelina Jolie could put up quite a good fight.

Taking a breath, Scott closed his eyes. Okay, what could be the worst part about losing his free period? Well, of course it was the whole losing part. He loved his free period, and he wasn't sure what he would do without it. It was the time of day that he could just leave the school and do whatever he wanted for a whole hour and a bit. Now, he would be sitting in the councellors room - which was nicely air conditioned and had very comfortable chairs - and would be forced to actually talk. It was already hard enough for Scott to spit out words when visiting the councellor, and he only saw her once a week. But five times a week? This was going to be harsh.

Now it wasn't that Scott had anything against his councellor in particular, in fact she was a pretty good one. He had only been seeing her for the past week, but if she could survive that long it was potentially a good sign. His last councellor, which he had been seeing for a whole month before switching, was a total bitch. She was moody (much like Scott) and liked to whine. She absolutely hated Scott's moods, and didn't know how to deal with them. It was because of Ms. Bernie (she was never married... wonder why?) that Scott had started to skip his councelling sessions. Whenever he did go, though, Ms. Bernie seemed closer and closer to quitting - which she did, finally after her mental breakdown. Hopefully Mary wouldn't end up quitting because of a reason like that.

"I know. That damn bastard." Scott uncrossed his arms to put them in his pocket, seeing if he had any money. He had skipped lunch today to finish a paper in english, that was due the next period. It was an essay on the Shakespearean play "Romeo and Juliet". Scott had enjoyed the book - it was easier to understand than most plays, but the essay part was hard. There was a lot of ground to cover, a lot of emotions to squeeze into a five-page long essay (although that seems long, the teacher demanded size 14 font). Scott had put it off until the last minute, as usual, but he was pretty pleased with his work in the end. He wasn't pleased with his rumbling stomach, however.

"I don't usually say too much, it's usually Mary that does most of the talking. I tried sleeping once, but she woke me up." Although being woken up when he didn't want to usually upset Scott, he had managed to restrain himself from getting angry at Mary. After all, it wasn't her fault that she had been assigned such an emotional fuck up so early in her councelling career. She was just trying to do her job like any other guidance councellor does, so Scott had pretty much let her off scot free. She was pretty lucky, though. When Scott was angry, there were only a few things that could calm him down.

Listening to Lydia's story, Scott couldn't help but let out a smirk. It was only normal that a teacher assumed Lydia was the cause of someone else's problems... she usually did cause others problems. He was a bit curious at Lydia's quick speaking and slight avoidance of the topic, though. Was she... embarrased? Scott was forced to assume no, because that would be strange for Lydia. Worth some investigating... "Haha, well what can you expect? You are quite the hard ass." Scott crossed his arms again, "The usual speech, huh? I'm sure that you can recite it word for word now."

Scott had to think about her question. What was he doing..? Nothing, nothing at all. He hadn't made plans for tonight yet - he had been pretty busy during the week, and he besides - he always left everything to the last minute. It was pretty much Scott's trademark. Whether it was schoolwork, work, plans, or parties, Scott always planed right before the event. "No, no plans for me today. You up for something?" Scott assumed that she had asked due to a lack of plans herself. He always had fun getting into trouble with Lydia.

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