i keep pushing myself { JEREMIAH

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So far, the day had been terribly boring for a one Preston Scott Bouvier. He had actually woken up on time (go figure, eh?) had gotten to the shower first so that there was still some hot water left, and was ready for school a good ten minutes before classes were due to begin. What was that all about? Now, Scott hadn't the slightest clue why he was blessed with said good luck - it wasn't in his nature. Usually he got the worst of luck, and the worst of timing. Today everything seemed to be going okay, though. That is, until the clock finally struck noon and it was time for Scott to ditch class and go to lunch.

Now, usually, lunch was Scott's favourite time of day. Who didn't like a period when you just got to sit back, relax, and just... eat food? The cafeteria food wasn't half-bad either. Scott was in lust with the french fries, and it was great with gravy and cheese. It also didn't burn a large hole in Scott's pocket, which was always a major plus. He didn't get paid much from his job at the newspaper, as he was only covering small articles at the moment. It was pretty frustrating to be itching to write about the big stories in town and you were only handed small things - like fetching kittens out of a tree instead of people from a housefire. Scott needed the place, though - at least for now. So he sucked it up.

Today, however... everything seemed to bore Scott. Where the hell were all of his friends?! It seemed that they all either had a different lunch than him, or were already off with somoene else doing something. When Scott arrived at the cafeteria, he first scanned for anyone that he knew... and came up empty handed. Damn. Well, this was going to suck. Scott didn't like just going up to random people and asking to sit with them (he didn't know what to expect. He didn't want to end up having an episode on them), so he decided that he would eat by himself. Pulling his bright red iPod from his pocket and popping the headphones in his ears, Scott headed for the cafeteria line.

Flipping through his iPod, Scott groaned at the number of people in the line. He was very hungry, and he didn't feel like waiting. But he had to - the cafeteria workers wouldn't serve him if he just waltzed up to the front and cut everyone. So, picking the song She's so Sorry by Heldley to listen to, Scott scooted into the line. He leaned against the wall, zoning out until someone nudged him to move up every now and then. He found it easier this way than to actually pay attention to the line and move up when the person who moved up infront of him moved up. This way, he could concentrate on other things, more important things. Scott had a lot on his mind.

Standing in the line, Scott thought about his latest assignment in english class. He had to write a compare/contrast paper, but he hadn't a clue on what he should pick for a topic. There were far too many possibilities to narrow it down to the last one, so, as per usual, Scott had left his project to the last minute. In fact, it was due the next day and Scott didn't even have a topic in mind. While waiting for the people infront of him to hurry up, Scott contemplated topics - there were many ways that he could go, many things that he could talk about. When he finally reached the counter, Scott didn't even have to speak. Sarah, one of the cafeteria workers, smiled at Scott and spoke for him. "Burger and fries, dear? Gravy on the side? What would you like to drink?"

Scott had to say - he was impressed with her memory. Seeing as there were hundreds of kids in this school, she had an impressive memory to be able to remember his usual order. Smiling back at her, Scott finished off the conversation. "Yes, please. Root beer to drink. Thanks, Sarah." Scott waited a moment, and then after recieving his food and drinks he payed for his meal and emerged into the cafeteria. Luckily, there was a table that was empty, pretty much calling his name from the end of the room. Scott made his way to the table stealthily and sat down on it, putting his tray down carefully. He took a french fry and ate it right away - he was hungry. Opening his root beer and taking a sip, Scott wondered how he should spend this lunch. He wasn't going to sit here in boredom, that was for sure.

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And if you carry on this way,
Things are better if I stay,
So long and goodnight

School. Some hated it, some loved it. Some actually made it to class on time, some tried and failed, and then some just didn't give a damn if they made it or not. Jeremiah, on the other hand, was one that tried and failed. Why? Well, lets see. The alarm clock failed, he couldn't decide what shoes to wear, finally got the outfit he wanted out of his drawers and made it to the showers to wait in line for his turn. Luckily had some hot water. Didn't have time to spike his hair like he wanted too today, so he just grabbed a hat from his little stack of them. Made it to the hall he was suppose to be in, and got lost because he really didn't know where he was going in the first place.

By the time Jeremiah made it into the class room, he had been written down as absent, and he had to go to the principles office to explain why he was tardy. So yeah, fun day so far. Luckily it was lunch time and Jeremiah could just go rest, eat and maybe make some new friends. That or hang out with the friends he already had. Either way Jeremiah was happy about it. He liked socializing, it made him feel better about his life, and right now he definitely need something to make him feel better. Jeremiah had to make sure that nothing too big happened at school, that way his parents wouldn't get called and his secret about being here as a model would stay hidden from his father.

Jeremiah finally located the cafeteria and walked in. Immediately the teacher who's class he was late for smiled and stated "I see you can find the cafeteria faster then my class room?". Jeremiah stopped, smiled and looked up at the teacher. "Yes sir. This place smells good, while the class room doesn't have a smell. Maybe if the school invested in some Oust I would find classes better." Jeremiah's tone never left the respectful tone he used with teachers, but it had a under tone of smart ass. Jeremiah quickly left the presence of the teacher so he didn't have to hear to him fussing at him, yet again. The teacher must not have a very good social life, he seemed snappy. Or at least today.

Jeremiah got a burger and some fries, with a diet Dr. Pepper. After paying the woman with a smile on his face, she was really nice, he turned around and scanned the crowd for someone he might know. Not seeing anyone, he sighed and spotted a kid with kick-ass hair sitting by himself, and decided that would be Jeremiah's target of socialization. Jeremiah never really knew what was going to come out of talking to new kids, but even if they were total assholes, it was fun to get to know people. If you never talked to people, you never met cool people like Riley or Rose, both of which were awesome people in Jeremiah's book.

Jeremiah crossed the floor and walked over to the table. He made sure he had a smile on. "Can I sit here?" Jeremiah asked. He couldn't help but have the slight thought of how cute the boy looked. "No! You are not having another Taylor incident." Jeremiah fussed at himself, luckily keeping a smile on his face. Jeremiah had decided that he was going to have to find a girlfriend around here some where. That way he could stop thinking about any of the guys around here as cute. Because Jeremiah could not be Bi, his dad wouldn't like it and Jeremiah didn't want his dad mad at him.

Jeremiah couldn't deny that the boy was cute though..

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Taking another french fry and dipping it into his gravy, Scott consiered the possible subjects for his compare/contrast paper. He could do something easy and overdone - like comparing apples and oranges, or girls and boys. Sure, his essay would be unoriginal and would bore himself and the teacher, but he would for sure get a good grade. But Scott was aceing that class - he was a great writer. Therefore, his other option was to go for the creative route - and compare two things that were totally unique. Something that the teacher was going to laugh about - that's what Scott's writing was all about, anyways. He wanted to choose a paper that would reflect his satiric writing style.

The only problem was that Scott couldn't think of anything to compare. His mind was a total blank; the only ideas that were coming to mind were the simple things. Pirates and ninjas. Dogs and cats. Taking another fry and popping it into his mouth while he opened his can of root beer, Scott scanned his brain for the best ideas that he could come up with... and came up a total blank. With a frustrated sigh, Scott finally managed to pop the cap off of his bottle of root beer and take a long sip. He loved root beer - it was something about the way that if you sneezed, the fiz would shoot out of your nose into a big mess. Yeah. A learning experience.

This was one of those times that Scott wished that he were in something easier; something that you could barely even think about. Something like... modeling, or acting. Those things were natural. Writing, while it was natural for some, also took a lot of effort in the creative process. It also took a lot of studying - to get all of the different writing styles, to learn how to use different formats depending on what you're writing, how to use different words, all those definitions... it was pretty much enough to make your head explode. Oh, and that isn't even counting Shakespeare. That's like trying to understand german when you've never even heard it spoken before.

Right after Scott put down the bottle of root beer, he heard a voice coming from his right. It was muffled a bit from his iPod, but Scott still understood the question. For some odd reason, he hadn't heard or seen this person coming up behind him - which was strange, because Scott was usually pretty in-tune with his surroundings. Looking up, Scott didn't recognize the boy... he must be new. He wasn't in any of Scott's classes, that was for sure. Scott was very good at remembering faces, and this boy's image triggered no thought in his mind. However, Scott did notice that the boy did have a very peculair looking face, and a nice smile. Scott felt free to observe these things because most of the guys he knew at school were very straight.

With his next words, Scott gestured towards the free seat as if he were a game-show hostess who was gesturing towards a winners prize. "It's a free country, so... be my guest." Scott said in a playful tone. He smiled as he took another sip of his root beer, putting it back onto the table by his food - he had eaten about half of his fries and not a bite of his burger, yet. You see, Scott said such words because when Scott met new people, he tested them. Scott liked to know right away if someone could handle his sarcasm. He always added a little bit of rudeness into his sarcasm, but it wasn't evident in his voice at the moment. The test to see if they could handle his massive mood swings, well... that could come later on. "I'm Scott, by the way. And you are...?"

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Jeremiah wasn't really sure the boy could hear him at first, being he hadn't noticed the dude had ear phones in. But when the guy turned to look at him, Jeremiah assumed that he had heard him, and this assumption was prove correct when the guy gestured to the free seat the answered him in his voice. Jeremiah couldn't help but want to smile at the guys voice, because it was really cute sounding. "Dammit Jeremiah, stop. Stare at a girl or something for Christ sakes." Jeremiah quickly fussed at himself. "Thanks." Jeremiah said in a friendly tone. Jeremiah sat down in the free seat and glanced away toward one of the girls. She was pretty, sure, but not really his type of girl. Jeremiah didn't want to be rude, of course, so he returned to look toward the guy; not staring, mind you.

Jeremiah was about to introduce himself when the one in front of him, Scott, started. "Jeremiah. Nice to meet you, Scott." Jeremiah said. Scott was an awesome name. The guy definitely looked like a Scott, but Jeremiah wondered if it was just because he said that was his name. Like, if they boy had introduced himself as Kyle, then he would probably look like a Kyle. But here Jeremiah was again, getting off topic. Jeremiah looked down at his soda and mentally growled that it was can. He sucked at opening these things, and almost always cut his finer when he tried to use his hands to do so. So Jeremiah grabbed the spoon, though plastic, that he had grabbed just for this epic battle. He placed it under the tab and then pulled up, successfully opening the can. "I can almost never open the damned things." Jeremiah, laughing, said as he looked back up at Scott.

Jeremiah took a victory sip from his drink. He was just glad the spoon hadn't broken; like the little plastic things had been known to do. Jeremiah wouldn't really minded it too much if it had, being he didn't really need the spoon to eat anything. Just to open the soda. Jeremiah grabbed one of the French fries and took a small bite out of it. It was weird, but it took him like, two or three bites just to finish of a French fry of normal size. He hated eating it whole, it made him feel full way to quickly, and then he would be hungry way to soon. Which would mean he'd have to brush his teeth a lot more then he did, which is already a lot more then normal people did. So yeah. Here we go off topic again.

Jeremiah finished off the French fry and glanced over at the clock. He was glad that he still had a while before school again. Jeremiah returned his hazel pools to Scott, and realized how awesome his hair looked. Like, before it was just really cool; but now looking at it, it seemed like the coolest hair he had seen in a long time. Before he knew it, he had said one of the most stupidest things in the world one could say to a complete stranger. "You have freaking' awesome hair." Jeremiah said, then laughed and let his head drop, shaking it from side to side a bit. "That wasn't random or anything." Jeremiah said with a sarcastic tone. He lifted his head back up and pointed to the drink. "I think they're trying to poison us." he said, laughing slightly.

In all honesty, Jeremiah was embarrassed by his random out burst. Normally he didn't care, but he tried to keep the randomness down till he at least new more then just the dudes name. Luckily, with all his "training" with his mom and practicing over the years he had been pretending, he was able to make his face look like he was the same as before. It was nice having almost complete control over your emotions. When in embarrassing moments like these; you could fake it and make it seem like you weren't embarrassed.

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Scott let his mouth curve into a smile at the boys actions. So, he didn't seem to get offended by Scott's sarcastic attitude... he seemed almost amused by it. That was a good sign. Scott liked this kid -- at least the looks of him, so far -- so if they could develop a friendship, Scott was sure that maybe he could survive this school. "Jeremiah, huh? Nice to meet you." Scott bit his tongue before saying the words 'Maybe we can be friens afterall'. The reason for his saying this was because from what Scott had heard, Jeremiah and Riley were good friends. Scott disliked Riley with a strong passion.

Watching Jeremiah fiddle around with the can, Scott smirked to himself. It wasn't everyday that this boy saw someone who had such trouble with a simple task such as this. When he finally got it, though, Scott's smile remained as he spoke. "You want to know the secret to opening them?" Scott leaned towards Jeremiah as if he was telling him about an assassination that he was planning or if he was giving him the secret to immortality, instead of telling him how to open an aluminum can. "The trick is to pry the little tab up a bit before pushing it forwards to open the can. Then pulling it back is easy." Scott nodded, as if that would prove his words to be true.

Leaning back to his normal position, Scott raised his eyebrow in such a manner that it shouted 'oh, yeah. that's right.' It was quite amusing, actually. It stayed like that only for a few seconds, though, as he quickly picked up his bottle of root beer and took a swig of the liquid, feeling the foam against his tongue. It was a strangely cool feeling, really. After this, he put the bottle back onto the table and took another french fry, eating it in one bite. Usually he bit into them slowly, but this french fry was so small that taking his time to eat it woul be a waste of time - all the rest of his fries would get cold.

At the comment on his hair, Scott looked up, a little bit suprised but very happy. He prided himslef on his hair - it was his favourite feature about himself. It was strange that this boy noticed it, but... whatever. "Haha. Thanks. I think it's pretty fucking awesome, too." So he changed the wording to something a little more harsh, but whatever. "Oh, no. Not random at all." Scott laughed as he picked up his bottle of root beer, and took a quick drink of the liquid. Putting it back onto the table, Scott realized the randomness of the question. Sure, he did have awesome hair, but it was a fact few mentioned.

"Yeah, and they're doing a fine job of it." Scott smirked as he tapped his foot on the ground, to the beat of the song on his iPod. It was Hey Brittany by Forever the Sickest Kids - and Scott loved the keyboards in the song. It was intregueing to listen to, at the very least.

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"I'm always up to learn something new." Jeremiah said, half serious and half joking. Jeremiah wouldn't mind knowing how to open a can without having to use the help of a spoon, or a fork. Occasionally a guitar pick if he found one laying around near him. Jeremiah saw Scott leaning closer, as if he was about to deliver a important and very secret message. Jeremiah would have moved closer, but being close to the boy would probably not be a very good idea. It definitely would not help his "I'm so not into guys" thing he was trying to prove. Though Jeremiah was starting to wonder if he was trying to prove it to others, which probably wasn't the truth, his dad, which is what he was claiming, or himself. Which, if it was the last one, why was he trying so hard?

Jeremiah, being closer to Scott while hearing his tip on how to open a soda can, took this time to nonchalantly stare at him. Not like creepy stalker staring, but as if he was listening intently to his words. Which he was doing that too, yay for the ability to multi-task, right? He was definitely cute, but Jeremiah was trying to avoid that thought. Mainly thinking that he was just making sure he didn't forget the face; being he was positive they could be good friends in the future. And Jeremiah always loved making new friends. Jeremiah hadn't noticed till now, but he has leaned only slightly closer as well. When the tip was finish he smirked and leaned back, returning his back against the chair. "I'll have to remember that next time. Though, I'll miss my ubber coolness of being able to open a can with a spoon." Jeremiah said, being sarcastic about the coolness part.

Jeremiah had completely forgotten about his food. OK, so not completely, but he had forgotten to eat it. Which wasn't that abnormal. Jeremiah took a bite from his burger, wondering if they had veggie burgers here. Jeremiah wasn't a vegetarian, of course being he is eating a cow right now, but he did enjoy the meatless products. Plus they were healthier and kept him from getting fat or having a bad heart. Jeremiah chewed slowly, making sure that none of the little bread or meat pieces got stuck in his teeth. That was one thing that bothered him the most, was having his teeth messed up. Once he swallowed he checked his teeth once with his tongue, making sure his mouth was closed though, that would either be extremely embarrassing or taken completely the wrong way.

Scott didn't look weirded out by Jeremiah's random question. In fact, he looked happy about it. A Little surprised of course, but Jeremiah couldn't say he wouldn't have a similar reaction to it if the incident happened to be the other way around. Jeremiah couldn't help but wonder how long Scott had been going to Darmon. Jeremiah liked to question people, if you couldn't tell by now, so he took another French fry and ate it; wondering exactly how to phrase the question. It wasn't one you really wanted to just come out and ask after another random question. Jeremiah wasn't a journalist, he could spread out the inquiring for a while.

"So, you've been here long?" Jeremiah asked, immediately wanting to laugh at how that sounded. It was as if they were in jail. Only this school was probably better then jail. Good food, cool people who didn't try to steal your anal virginity and only the occasional hard class. Jeremiah looked back at the clock, happy to see that not to much time had passed and that he would still be able to converse with Scott. Jeremiah tried to think of what class he had next, but nothing came to mind. Great.

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Scott smirked as the secret to opening aluminum cans sans-cuts was revealed. Now, he didn't reveal secrets to just anyone - even one as minor as this. But, as soon as hebrealized that Jeremiah was intregued, he felt almost compelled to talk to him. It was interesting to talk to Jeremiah - he seemed pretty straight-forward and honest, but not in a Lydia 'i'm-going-to-punch-you-if-you-cross-me' way. He was straightforward, but not in an 'i-like-to-annoy-you' Connor way. Scott was glad that he was making more friends, and more normal friends to boot. So far, so good. Better not screw this up. "With great power comes great responsibility." Scott smirked, trying not to laugh his ass off at himself.

Scott, picking up another french fry and taking a bite of it, hadn't realized that he wasn't as hungry as before - and he had only eaten about half of his french fries and a few bites of his burger. This was strange for Scott, who could normally eat three burgers and fries and still be able to shovel down more foot (despite being the skinny boy that he is). He knew that he could manage to finish all of his food, but due to his lack of hunger now Scott was pretty sure that he was going to be starving by the time that supper rolled around. Probably even before that, during his last class. Maybe he could skip his fifth period councelling and go get some food, he'd be hungry then....

Zoning back into the real world, Scott laughed at Jeremiah's comment. "I'm sure that you can find other ways to be uber cool." Scott's laugh turned into a witty smirk as he picked up his burger and flipped it over. He found that eating it upsidown made life a whole lot easier - the contents didn't all pour out as fast, anyways. If Scott ate very quickly, then he could eat without anything falling out. But Scott didn't want to scarf down his food, no. He was having fun with his conversation with Jeremiah. He wasn an interesting character, and he was easy on the eyes, which was always a plus.

Remembering that he had his headphones in his ears, Scott listened as his iPod switched songs. What would he do without shuffle? He would have to either listen to every song in the order of the alphabet, actually bother to make playlists, or just search through his songs list to find a good song to listen to. Not only would that third option take a very long time, it would waste a lot of battery, and Scott would get incredibly bored. And the fact that Scott had nearly 2000 songs on his iPod made that option seem very less appealing. Scott was very glad that someone had thought of the idea of an option to pick songs at random.

"Me, well, I just came here this year. I came mid-summer, so that I could get a feel for the place before school actually started." Putting down his burger, which was now half-eaten, Scott picked up his root beer and took a sip. He knew that he was going to have to finish his root beer soon, because it was getting flat. That was one of the things that Scott hated most in life - flat soda. In some drinks, you couldn't even taste it - like sprite, or mountain dew. They just tasted a little off. But for drinks like root beer, or pepsi, the taste was altered very, very, much - and not in a good way. Scott hated flat pepsi (or coke) the most.

"I'm assuming that this is your first year here, too? What year are you in?" Looking at Jeremiah, Scott could easily guess that he was between the years of one and two. He could almost surely eliminate year two, simply because that was Scott's year and he hadn't seen Jeremiah in any of his classes - but it was possible that their schedules just happen to be entirely different, so Scott decided to ask just in case.

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Jeremiah took another bite from his burger after hearing the tip from Scott. Jeremiah knew if he didn't eat now, then he would be starving during one of his classes and that wouldn't be a very good thing. I mean, who wants their stomach growling louder then the teacher is talking? That would be embarrassing. Jeremiah, luckily, had just finished swallowing when Scott spoke again. With a slight laugh Jeremiah smiled. "Yes uncle Ben." Jeremiah said. Jeremiah didn't really care if someone thought it was geeky he knew what movie that came from. Jeremiah didn't know if it originally came from there or not, but he really wasn't that curious about it. Spider-man always annoyed him anyways. He only liked the bad guys in that movie.

Jeremiah didn't really want too, but for some reason he found his eyes drifting back over to the clock. It wasn't that he wanted to get away from the conversation or anything of that sort, but it was mainly when school was going to be over. He would rather be out trying to find some sort of trouble to get into, or some place to hang out and chill, then be at school or doing homework. But seriously, what teenager actually wanted to do school? Yeah, Yeah. I know there are some, but Jeremiah definitely did not fall into that category. If it wasn't helping him in his modeling career, he would probably want to drop out. Of course neither his mom or his dad would allow that, and he wouldn't want to disappoint them.

"I'll just go out and buy a Backstreet Boys poster." Jeremiah said, sarcastically of course. The Backstreet Boys looked like they would end up being the Rolling stones of boy bands; and never stop being "cool". Jeremiah didn't like the band, but he had met quiet a few people that did. It was kinda disturbing. Classic rock was so different though. Bands like AC/DC, Pink Floyd, etc. Would never stop being cool. Jeremiah knew a lot of people that liked them too. Jeremiah mentally slapped himself for thinking about unimportant things again. Even if he wasn't wanting to overly question Scott, he could eat some more before he had the want to devour a cow in the middle of class.

Jeremiah took another bite from his burger, thankful that it was coming close to being gone. He still had a good bit of fries left, but French fries were pretty easy to devour quickly if needed. Plus, who actually got full off of fries? They were just there to make the burger look tastier. Jeremiah looked back up from his food, when Scott began to answer his question. He hadn't realized he had spaced out again, thinking about whether a food was a filler or not. Jeremiah made an 'O' shape mouth when he finished answering, not exactly sure what to say. It wasn't exactly something that one could respond too; but Jeremiah felt better knowing he wasn't the only one that had just arrived here. Though he had already known it, it just felt cooler to actually meet someone I guess.

Jeremiah gave a small laugh when Scott asked him a similar question. Just the words re-did really. "Is it that obvious?" Jeremiah said, jokingly of course. "Yeah. And I'm a first year. Pretty much just came here for the modeling classes; though I have to suffer through the other classes as well." Jeremiah said. He really didn't hate school so much. It was OK. It definitely wasn't his favorite pass time, but it got rid of the hours he didn't really have anything to do anyways. Plus it did teach you some things, like how to spell and how to add things together and what not. Not to mention you got to meet new people, which was also a awesome past time. So modeling and meeting new people were the to main reasons he stayed in school..that and his parents.

Jeremiah had racked his brain the entire time he had been here, trying to remember what class he had next; but nothing was coming to him. He was trying to refrain from bringing out the little card that told him the room, teacher and schedule of his classes. Being he hated not knowing directions very well, but he would rather grumble at himself for the next class then not know how to get there and be late..again. Jeremiah grabbed the card from his pocket and glanced over it. History. Great; he had absolutely no clue where that was. Jeremiah gave a slight sigh and shoved the paper back into his pocket. "I swear, these teachers want me to be late." Jeremiah said, laughing slightly.