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Post by harper on Sept 11, 2012 13:57:44 GMT
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harper picked at the pasta salad in the plastic container she brought to school. each day was exactly the same. she came to classes, listened to some stupid girls talk about how someone they know is sleeping with some guy they like, ate lunch, had more classes, and then headed to band practice. right now, it was the middle of her usual routine, but the day was feeling like i drug on forever. her white, plastic fork prodded the cold, spiral noodles and moved around a few of the vegetables that were in the container as well. she wasn't hungry. the girl had killed the huge breakfast that her parents set out for her this morning and there was no room for anything else in her small stomach. she didn't know why her parents wasted their time on such trivial tasks as making breakfast, but she figured her mom had nothing better to do with her time. the woman was only a trophy wife to her surgeon of a husband.
being rich and being from england might make harper the perfect stereotype to be a beverly hills prep brat, but she was quite the opposite. she could party with the public school kids and she absolutely hated the drama that was constantly whispered about in the halls. she thought that everyone in the school just made up rumors to get over the supposedly perfect lives that they had. even now, harper could hear the vicious words of someone in the table behind her. it was soothing trivial, like how the girl seated on the table to the left wasn't a real blonde. harper just rolled her eyes and popped a full fork into her mouth. the quietly chewed, only now noticing that she was sitting at her table alone. the dining hall seats surrounding the circular table the was at were completely vacant. they were usually filled by her bandmates, but they seemed to be off doing other things. probably messing around in the music classrooms playing the drums or slapping a bass. she smiled to herself. those kids were like her family here. well, all except for one.
harper gave a smirk that shot across the room at her band leader, thom. the boy looked to be just arriving in the place and if habits died hard, he would make his way over to her. it was too bad they didn't have the usual buffer of their other friends to calm them down. harper didn't hate the guy, but he certainly hated her. she found it to be an amusing game of cat and mouse that they played. he would shoot a rude comment to her and she would just smile with a sarcastic remark of her own. though, deep down, some of those comments got to her, leaving harper in a funk that she couldn't quite shake. she wasn't completely emotionally unstable, but the witty girl could get depressed with a good reason. old scars were hidden by the bangles around her wrist. she hoped that new cuts would never grace them, but stress seemed to be getting the better of her lately. she placed her chin on her fist as she waited for the inevitable; thom to come over.
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Post by thom on Sept 12, 2012 1:59:44 GMT
 i don't owe you a thing, baby. The day so far had gone off without a hitch, which was in fact actually quite depressing considering that the young man always tired to stir up some amount of trouble during the hours at school. He was going to have to fix that later. What he was going to do exactly, well not even Thom knew, but it was going to be something big. It had to be if he wanted to get out of this bratty, rich hell hole. All his classes were rubbish, all the teachers were self-righteous overlords and the students were either blonde or brainless. Or both. The only thing that he happened to enjoy during the day was lunch and thank god that that's what he had next for about an hour.
Of course, even that he had to mess up. Not like anyone seemed to care but Thom strolled his casual, not-caring any looks he was getting or any shit being whispered about him by a pack of lower classmen girls. If the rumors spreading weren't about him getting addicted to drugs again then it was alcohol and it it wasn't alcohol then he as having sex with nearly every girl on campus. The more trashy rumors the better the chance to get kicked out, how he saw it. But he wasn't here to dirty his reputation, if that was even possible because it was already close to black, Thom was here to eat. Snatching a fork and a piece of cake from a passing student's plate, he reluctantly plopped himself down next to the only familiar girl he knew in hell; eating a bite of cake as he sat next to her. "Hey Barbie," the singer was blonde, what more did he need to say. Scarfing down another piece of cake, he sneered over his shoulder at he freshman that he took the desert from, the boy was too big as it was, he could cut a few pounds no eating the moist cake. Looking back at Harper, he stabbed another part of the food and stuck it in his mouth, chewing as he gave her a proud and smug smirk.
They relationship wasn't as tight as it was with the other band members, in all truth, his and the bleach blonde's friendship was pretty nonexistent and rather false. To put it bluntly; Thom no likely. He liked his old singer better and now that he had a girl fronting his band, he was never in the best of moods with her. Glancing at the food in front of her and he finished up his cake, his eyes flashed with boiling rude ideas. Clearing his throat to get her attention as he licked the icing off the plastic fork, he shot her a semi-disgusted, semi-stuck up glare; flicking his eyes between here and the dish in front of her, "You are seriously eating that? Really?" leaning back in his seat he sickly draped his eyes down her body and shook his head, "Funny Barbie, I thought you would be more concerned about your figure." Shrugging he pulled the food over toward himself and blatantly stole a fork full, mumbling with his mouth open, "Guess you haven't walked passed a mirror in a while." Looking back at her, he chewed over the noodles in his mouth as he gauged her reaction. Half the fun was seeing the girl squirm, but that rarely ever happened since she was so quick witted. Hence why he tried so much to make her cave.
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Post by harper on Sept 12, 2012 16:35:06 GMT
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the blonde did almost nothing to acknowledge thom's entry to the table. he greeted her with the usual blonde comment, but she was used to it by now. the girl wasn't stupid in the least, so barbie didn't really work for a nickname. better luck next time, she thought to herself, practically begging for something more original to come out of his mouth. harper glared at the piece of cake that the boy had managed to take right out of he hands of another kid at school. it was a miracle the boy didn't get kicked out yet. his behavior was absolutely ridiculous and rude as hell. when he smirked back at her, she finally decided to give him some sort of greeting. "hey there, wanker." she greeted, her accent pouring forth some intricacy to her typical british slang. while the girl was pretty americanized at this point, she still held on to a lot of her old words from back home. seventeen years in bristol could do that to a girl. she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the plastic container in front of her.
of course the boy had to make some random remark to insult her. thom seemed to love nothing more than to poke some fun at harper. except it wasn't really fun, it was just plain annoying. "oh, and you're one to talk?" harper asked him, pointing her fork directly at the stolen delicacy that thom was munching on. "i mean, you're eating a sodding piece of cake." she gave him the sweetest smile that she could muster, but her lips remained tight and closed. she wasn't about to back down from this little tiff he was creating. "but it will help with that nice beer belly you're developing." she took a quick stab at the guy's partying ways. of course, the two had met at a party and eventually developed the band with other kids they drank with. harper was a lot less into the extremely heavy ways that thom was though. sure, she drank and had a good time, but there were never any drugs involved in her excisions.
she let her jaw drop dramatically when the boy took a bite of the food she was eating. it wasn't like she was even going to eat it anyway. for the past ten minutes, she had been meerly moving the vegetables around and stirring up the cold noodles. "okay then, have it." she shoved the container towards him quickly. it almost fell of the edge of the round table, but hung only a tiny bit over. harper was actually a bit disappointed that it didn't completely topple into the boy's lap. now, that would have been a sight to see. "fatten yourself up, why don't ya?" she raised her left eyes brow and bit the sharp ends of the fork she had in her hand. her chocolate eyes locked on his and she could feel the tension between them. something was going to break out. harper was sure of it.
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Post by thom on Sept 14, 2012 1:05:30 GMT
i don't owe you a thing, baby. Quirking an eyebrow up at the blonde, he shot her a carelessly confused stare. Clearly she hadn't seen what he was packing under his thin layer of shirts, part of him had no intention of ever letting her of all girls to see him half-naked, but if she thought he had a beer gut she was sorely mistaken. Though he would have loved to prove her wrong, Thom figured that stripping in the middle of the dinning hall in front of every one wasn't the best thing to do. Sure he was trying as best as he could to get his ass kicked out but he wasn't about to be charged with sexual harassment. That was stupid. Instead, with a partially curious smirk, he leaned back, glancing at his tummy before smoothing a hand over it and shrugging. He was a partier, yes, and he did drink, but he wasn't some alcoholic. His gut was perfectly fine.
He didn't even flinch when she pushed her food at him; one of his hand did come up in case the container happened to fall, which is didn't, but he had a feeling that it was suppose to. Flashing his gaze back to her he glared, snatching at the plastic and mercilessly stabbing a fork full of pasta and lifting it to his mouth. He was going to eat it, and he was going to enjoy it while she just watched in spite. Harper was suppose to respect him, damn it, he was her boss in the band. This was why he hadn't wanted a female vocalist; they were all so stuck up and self righteous to a fault, sure the last singer had gotten his dumb self thrown in jail but he was a hell of a lot better then her. At the fat comment, he was bristling inside which was something that she could probably see through his eyes. "Fattening me up to eat me, ugly witch?" he twirled his fork and jabbed some more of the pasta, not letting his gaze waver in the slighted but trying to seem indifferent with his scowl. It wasn't working; being left alone with her with no friends to cut the simmering contempt between them was taking its toll and he had only been sitting there less then five minutes.
He chewed on more of the meal, mulling over his disdain. "Stare all you want, Harpy, I'm not going to disappear no matter how hard you think it. I was here first, anyways." The 'here' he was refereeing too was the band and the gang of family that came with it. He was the one that started it, he was the one that went looking for the misfits of a the schools and made friends but he was apart of it long before her. if there was anyone's ass to get kicked to the curb in the band, it was hers, hands down. Thom ate more before thinking better of it. Without warning, he shoved the dish hard back toward her, using more force to see if he could get it into her lap, "I lost my appetite, no thanks to your puggly face being too close," Thom nearly snapped at her, but he held it back to a stiff mono-toned voice. "Fix that, will ya?"
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Post by harper on Sept 23, 2012 15:09:13 GMT
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harper merely rolled her eyes at the boy's motion of checking himself out. sure, he was mildly attractive, but there was no way that the girl could get past his crude personality to tolerate him more than a bandmate. people say that bands are supposed to be the tightest knit people around. they tend to live together on tour, spend constant hours practicing together, and occasionally see each other naked in the close quarters that they hang around in. but they weren't on tour, and while they did spend a lot of time in practice, there was no way that harper ever desires to see thom naked. that was something to be left to the imagination of other random girls. it was a good thing that the girl liked the other members of the band, otherwise the brit probably would have never taken up the offer to be in it. there was no way she would sing for anyone if it was going to be a completely miserable experience. in some ways, it was actually fun to test how quick her wit actually was with the boy. it was a game to harper.
she simply say, an unamused expression playing on her face as thom made every attempt to make her feel spiteful about the ordeal. she really didn't care. her belly was still full with the pancakes and sausage that her mom had made her this morning, despite the fact that all harper wanted to do was avoid conversation with her mum and run off to classes. she'd rather be taking to this idiot than listen to her mother beg her apply to university one more time. "oh no, you've seen right through my plan." harper responded, completely deadpan. there was no way that she was going to let his silly little comments get to her. most of the time, they went through one ear and out the other, but other times, they stuck in her brain. even if thom's remarks were seemingly harmless, when they were directed at something she was already insecure about, they stung her. and the stung hard. too hard for her to be able to sleep at night. so hard that she often resorted to harming herself to release them from her mind. "you're so clever." she elongated her vowels in sarcastic glee.
harper didn't realize exactly how long she had been staring in contempt, but apparently it was long enough for the stupid boy in front of her to notice. after he mentioned it, maybe if she looked at him long enough, some kind of laser would shot from her eyes and beam him into another time and place. the imagery in her head made her laugh slightly at a joke that was unheard by thom. "well, i highly doubt anyone else would want to work with you." she responded, crossing her arms and sitting upright in her seat. "so it's either me or no one." she raised an eyebrow, almost challenging the boy to respond. everyone in the school knew of his bad reputation. in fact, harper was almost certain everyone in beverly hills knew of his terrible attitude. thom mirrored harper's motion earlier of pushing the container of pasta salad across the table. except this time, the food seemed to be heading towards her with much more force. not even thinking, harper slapped the oncoming container back across the table. it was a natural reaction that caused a hilarious result. the blonde burst out laughing as soon as she noticed the noodles clinging to thom's clothing. "you might want to fix your shirt first." she managed to say between fits of giggles.
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