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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Nov 11, 2008 19:50:54 GMT -6
One boy breaks a rule Chloe flicked back her blonde tress that fell in front of her hair. The slender body of the princess had a light layer of sweat from the workout her coach, Mrs. Jones, had just put the team through. As cheer captain, Chloe was expected to practice ten times harder than anyone else on the team. She was exhausted both physically and mentally and her physical appearance seemed to show that. The hair that she had so neatly put up into a high, sleek, ponytail, was now falling out in places while the head band that was suppose to hold it all together was pushing farther back on top of her head. The makeup that she had put on was sticking quite well though, a few smudges that only made it enhance her appearance. A squishing sound came with each step she took across the wet ground. Her head flicked back and forth, looking for something to do. From the corner of her eye she caught the football team working out. A smile lit her face as she thought of Patrick. That kid was hardcore football and was bound and determined to beat the shit out of anything that got in his way. Well, that was the way that Chloe thought it was anyway. Maybe Westfield would finally lose this year and Castle Hill would have it's glory for once. Not likely. Chloe thought, smiling to herself. Suddenly, she noticed something that she knew shouldn't be there. A figure was standing by the hedges, looking through them at the boys. Chloe rolled her eyes, probably some girl that was guy obsessed. But as she approached she noticed that the figure wasn't feminine at all, but instead, bulky. Her jaw dropped as she noticed that it was a guy, and not a guy from Westfield. The hands of Chloe rose rested on her hips as she confidently strode over the boy. When she reached him, she tapped him gently on the shoulder, smiling, like a good cheerleader should do. "Can I help you?" Silly boy blue |
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Post by Brenden Alan on Nov 11, 2008 20:33:20 GMT -6
Football. Brenden lived for football season. He was a 3-sport athlete, but his favorite by far was football. He wasn't, nor ever wanted to be, a quarterback. He was an outgoing fellow, but he knew he didn't have quite the leadership skills necessary for a football team to work. But even he couldn't deny that their football team was better than any he'd been on before, which was saying quite a bit. His freshman year, he'd been on a team that was good, but the quarterback lacked communication skills, so they always fell apart in games. So what was Brenden's part on the team? He was their best kept secret.
He was fast. There was no one, literally no one, who could outrun him at Castle Hill. He'd always had this innate ability for running, and especially for being able to dodge things. This put him at the position of full/half-back, and occasionally corner-back. Last weeks game had been the third time he'd been able to dodge the opponents and score a touchdown with the aid of Pat Donnohan and the rest of his team. They were the only two Sophomores who played first-string, and Brenden was pretty pleased with this fact.
And the best part of football? Spying on your biggest rivals to see how well your competition would play in the big match. Admittedly, it was next to mortifying to have to resort to peering in bushes like a creeper at the Westfield team, but he had the distinct feeling that if he sat in the bleachers, there would be a headline in the next mornings paper "Castle Hill Sophomore Brutally Murdered on Westfield Grounds". Of course, he loved nothing more than pissing people off who actually cared about the whole Westfield-Castle Hill rivalry. But he didn't particularly feel like being murdered today.
"Can I help you?" Someone tapped on his shoulder and a female voice spoke, surprising him a bit, though he didn't show it. Instead, he simply turned around to meet a rather short, but very pretty blonde girl. He straightened his shoulders a little bit, sweeping his slightly overgrown blond hair out of his eyes. "Ah, I think the real question is, "How can I help you?" The boy asked, a relaxed grin appearing on his face.
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Nov 11, 2008 20:57:50 GMT -6
The boy turned around as cool as a cucumber. Who was this mystery boy and why did he act like he owned the school? She was positive she had never seen this face before, she would have remembered him. He was breathtakingly pretty. The pretty blonde hair, the stout body, the muscles, everything. She was taken aback when he turned around. The youth was for once, quite speechless, but she tried to hide it by tugging slightly on her belly exposing midriff and shorts.( Here) It was then that she realized that it wouldn't cover her belly no matter how hard she pulled, but it would expose more cleavage, not that she had a whole lot to begin with. "How can I help you?" Chloe Summer resisted rolling her eyes. Was this guy serious? He was hitting on her as if he hadn't just been caught spying on the football team. A smile played across her face, something that had come so naturally. It was almost weird how natural smiling had become to Chloe. Not that life had been bad lately, that wasn't even near the case. Life had been grand, she was having the best time of her life at Westfield and making new friends, but the fact that she could fake smile so easily was almost, scary. "I asked you first." She said giggling slightly. Might as well flirt a little She thought with a devilish grin. The smile faded as she waited for his reply, knowing that her smiling all the time may seem a little scary for the poor boy. That was what she would do. Make the guy feel like he was on top of the world then drop the bomb and tell him to leave, instantly. Chloe was used to buttering people up and cutting them down. Maybe she'd give this spying Castle Hill guy a scare. |
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Post by Brenden Alan on Nov 15, 2008 19:30:03 GMT -6
Was Brenden one of those stereotypical pretty boys who were so arrogant that any sort of insult just rolled off of him? No, he wasn't. Okay...maybe a little bit. But he certainly didn't have the big egos like the star players on the team did. He just did his job, took the flak when needed, and moved on. At his old high school, he was considered the Shonn Greene of the football team, though he didn't play half as much as that guy. But what he was really good at was spying on the other teams. His 1986 Camaro was waiting in the main parking lot where all the Westfield students parked there's, not really looking out of place. As he had finally received his license a couple of months ago, he could drive wherever he pleased without reprimand. He was starting to think about leaving when the girl had surprised him. 'How can I help you?' Brenden said smoothly, as he looked down at the girl with an unreadable expression. He was never one to really show a lot of emotion, especially to strangers, and even more so when he was caught red-handed spying on the football team. He wasn't the least bit ashamed by it. It was all part of being on the team. If only the students of Westfield knew what they had in store for their fountain... "I asked you first." Ahh, so this cheerleader was a stubborn one, was she? All the better. Brenden's combination of a smirk and smile widened as she said this. "Yeah..." he said, like a dumb jock would do, "So?" He shrugged his shoulders at her. "And how do you think you can help me?" |
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Nov 18, 2008 20:06:14 GMT -6
Chloe hadn't truly realized how tall this boy was. She guessed that he was probably a line man or something, no way could this kid be the quarterback. Chloe had always been attracted to the quarterbacks of the football team, she wasn't sure why, but she guessed it was because the quarterback was suppose to be the brain of the team. They were suppose to be the most important part of the team, even though it was the linebackers that were the backbone.
"Yeah..." Ugh. He was trailing off. This guy couldn't just answer her question, he had to make this into a game. How predicatible of him. That smile that he gave her, the one she had seen so many times on guys at school, made her want to punch him in the nose. If he was going to play this game, so would she. Don't play games with girls that can play them better, was Chloe's motto in life, after all.
"And how do you think you can help me?" A sensual grin came over her lips as she widened her eyes in mock horror. "I guess I could think of a few things." She said trailing off and taking a step toward him. From there she put her hand on his chest, under his zip up track suit that was unzipped at the moment, his beater still on underneath. A teasing grin and sparkling eyes was all she showed to the boy, she would win.
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Post by Brenden Alan on Nov 20, 2008 21:00:47 GMT -6
He had to admit, the girl was gorgeous. Brenden wasn't sure if it was the combination of her skimpy cheerleaders outfit, the light hitting her at all the right angles, or other things. But the girl also held this certain confidence in the way she held herself, in the way she talked, that even he had to respect. But she...she just wasn't his type. He usually went for the female equivalent of jocks, the ones who weren't afraid to get their clothes dirty, or heaven forbid break a nail. Perhaps he was entirely too cynical with the types of girls that seemed to invade these schools like flies, but he'd dated a few before and knew their games and drama were entirely too tiring to keep up with. But hey, he might as well have a little fun before he left.
Brenden never answered questions directed at him, rather he always chose to direct it back at the sender. He never knew exactly why he did this, though he had a feeling it might have something to do with his father. 'And how do you think you can help me?' The question had come out innocently enough. Unlike every other teenage boy, he wasn't always out for the sex. Just most of the time. The girls eyes widened. "I guess I could think of a few things..." Brenden had to bite back a laugh, the girl was definitely no innocent, he could have told anyone that from first glance, and his point was only proved when he felt the slight pressure of her hand as she placed it on his chest.
"I'll bet your boyfriend's out there," he said, nodding his head towards the football field but only half meaning it. "What would he say if he saw you?" The smile finally started to fade off his face, his eyes growing serious in nature, yet still holding a light tone. He considered her for a moment.
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Nov 20, 2008 21:20:01 GMT -6
"I'll bet your boyfriend's out there," Chloe resisted rolling her eyes, the smile never leaving her face. Every guy had to say something about a boyfriend. Why did she need a boyfriend? A boyfriend would leave her defined, taken, and that was so boring. She loved being able to flirt with one guy and then move on to the next, always looking for something better, so why did they all suppose she was one of those girls who settled down? It was a shame that most every guy thought that a beautiful girl had a boyfriend, not that she was claiming she was beautiful.
"He is actually." She said, rubbing her pointer fingers in a small circle on his chest, but focusing her attention to the players. The guys were all lining up getting ready for another work of sprints. Really, the team seemed beat, but they ran their hardest in all their gear when that whistle was blown. Chloe was impressed that they were even standing, the coach was known to be on of the biggest hard asses ever.
"What would he say if he saw you?" Chloe looked back at the boy, noticing his grin had faded. She took her hands off him and crossed them over her chest. With a laugh, she replied. "He would say 'I'm going to beat the shit out of that Castle Hill loser'." If she had had a boyfriend at that time, that was what she hoped he would say. Beat the crap out of the kid that didn't do anything but spy.
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Post by Brenden Alan on Nov 22, 2008 15:40:27 GMT -6
If you want to play it like a game
Brenden liked flirting with this girl. It wasn't as if he really could help himself, any pretty girl was subject to his attention, no matter if it were for a couple seconds or a year. Brenden himself wasn't the most committed person, which is why you never saw him in a serious for much more than three or four months. It wasn't like the next girl he made out with was going to become his wife. He shuddered at the very thought.
"He is actually" Now that surprised Bren. He expected the confident girl would've played harder to get at this school. That's how all the girls were at his school. It was frustrating sometimes, to have to resort to pretty words just to get a grip on the girl. He glanced uninterestedly towards the players, who looked about to drop dead, before returning his glance. "I'm surprised." He kept his words short, though he left an unspoken question in the air, as if he couldn't be bothered to ask the question, but was curious all the same.
"He would say 'I'm going to beat the shit out of that Castle Hill loser'." Bren had to let a chuckle out. "Yeah, yeah, tell him to meet me in the park, then, hon. I haven't got all day." He resisted rolling his eyes, instead raising a challenging brow at her. The conversation was starting to bore him, and he was about ready to leave.
Well, come on, come on, let's play
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Nov 23, 2008 14:58:16 GMT -6
"I'm surprised." Surprised? Why would this Castle Hill loser be surprised that she had a boyfriend out on the field? Cheerleaders always did end up dating the football stud's, after all. It was kind of disappointing that he didn't react like Patrick did. Now that night was amusing. This boy seemed not to care about a boyfriend or her. A small, attention grabbing part of her brain was screaming 'What is wrong with this kid?'. "Surprised? Why do you say that?"
"Yeah, yeah, tell him to meet me in the park, then, hon. I haven't got all day." Chloe was officially impressed. Not only did this guy have the balls to come onto Westfield grounds and spy, he was also now challenging her non-exsistent boyfriend to a fight. There were very few guys with confidence like his, and she had to say, it turned her on. Confidence was sexy on anyone that didn't show off with it. This boy seemed to have just the right amount to keep her interested but not make her turn away because he was full of himself.
"Well, if he was real, he'd probably show up and beat the shit out of you." She said her smile fading and being replaced by a smirk. This boy obviously didn't seem to feel intimidated at all by the cutesy cheerleader threatening act, so it was time for something different. She still didn't completely understand why he would go through the trouble to come and spy on the team without a video camera or anything to take back to his buddies and show them. There was no point in the boy really being here at all, it was almost rediculious and she was getting impatient.
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