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Post by Crystal McQueen on Oct 4, 2008 15:39:54 GMT -5
Crystal was driving around, going way over the speed limit as usual. She never drove the speed limit, she always doubled it. Her straight brown hair blew out behind her and she smiled as she passed everyone. Cars honked at her as she passed, and she flipped some off, and laughed at others. She ran stop signs and floored yellow lights. She knew she wouldn't get pulled over, she never did. She never would either. Even if she did get caught, they wouldn't do anything. She was Crystal McQueen for Christ's sake. She continued driving, on her way to school. The radio was blasted so high, that she couldn't even decipher what was playing. Not that it mattered.
She finally pulled into the school parking lot and turned into her spot. Her and her friends always had the best spots, right in front. Nobody else dared to park there. She turned off her car and checked herself in the mirror. Her hair looked a bit ruffled, the way she liked it. It was still straight and gorgeous. Her make-up was perfection also. She put one flip-flopped foot out of the car and stepped out. She grabbed her bag,which held all her things, before she closed the door of her Ferrari California Sports Car. She looked herself up and down in the reflection of the car. She had on jeans ripped at the knees, a white tank top, with a see through one over it. She smiled at her reflection.
She checked the parking lot. None of her friends cars where there yet. Ah well. She pushed on her aviators and sat on the hood. She stretched out as if she were tanning, and waited. She knew someone would come soon, and she would have a person to talk with. Hopefully someone she wanted to talk to.
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Post by Oliver Ryan on Oct 5, 2008 18:27:14 GMT -5
It was the same routine everyday. Get out of bed, take a shower, get dressed straighten his hair, style his hair, eat, brush his teeth, and leave for school. The whole thing was getting rather repeatitive. There seemed to be little or no variety in Oliver's life. He pretty well had everything worked down to a science. Life was just so predictable, when it came to school at least. He had even gotten a few rough estimates of how much time he should set aside for homework each night. You have to admit, when you have the figured out, it is rather sad. Nonetheless, Oliver was somewhat content that he knew exactly what do and when to do it, if you saw it through his eyes you would definitely agree that it made life much easier.
The boy had just hopped out of the shower when his cell phone went off. Although he was brimming with curiosity, he left it alone, it would only set him behind in his schedule. Oliver shivered slightly. The water had pretty well made him used to warmth, and setting foot out into the climate controlled hallways just made him grimace. Luckily only a few steps seperated him from his clothing. Deciding what he was going to wear was a tricky task though. Of course he had the choice of wearing the conformist clothes (Hollister shirts and fitted jeans), but then he had the choice of his style. Either one would do him justice, but alas, he chose his style. In a smooth pace he pulled on lime green skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a few interesting (and bright) designs on it.
By the time Oliver got out of the door, he was running a tad early, which meant he had time to kill. On the most part, that time could be used getting all his stuff from his locker and avoiding the morning rush, however ultimately it could be used for some much needed social time. Oliver lived within walking distance of the school, so his car never served him much use, unless of course he was extremely late. Due to his pace it took the boy a mere five minutes to reach the school, quite the record, bravo.
The student parking lot usually made him envious of all the "lucky" people who got to drive to school. To him it seemed like such a big deal. Not only did it save walking time, you also got to show off your car (if you were proud of it). Pretty well all the kids in Miami had nice cars, partially because Miami was the land of spoiled brats that got everything they wanted. Oliver past one car that he always enjoyed seeing, the Ferrari. He wasn't a car freak, but he enjoyed a nice sports car. He examined it just as he usually would only to notice a girl sprawled out on the hood. Curiously he gave her a suspicious look. "Did you go to a wild party last night? Or are you just trying to get some innocent guy's attention?"
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Post by Crystal McQueen on Oct 5, 2008 20:19:12 GMT -5
As Crystal lay on the hood of her car, she watched some people walking to school. She pitied them. Even though school was within walking distance for some people, why didn't they just drive. Walking took too much energy, messed up your hair, outfit, etc. She preferred her car. She loved it. It went fast, it looked great, and people envied it. She also had one of the best spots to park in, so what was the point of walking. Some people went into school. Probably to avoid the morning rush, getting their books early, and such. She never really brought books with her. She didn't need them. For her, school was all about socializing with people and having fun. She didn't really care about studying or any of that.
A few more cars pulled in, none she wanted to see. Some people came over and said a quick hello before going inside. None of them lingered long, because none of them were people she wanted to talk to. Sometimes people just approached her, and she ignored them, but they would stay and just watch her. It was creepy sometimes. She kept looking around the lot, checking for her friends. She also kept checking the time on her phone. Her friends would probably be arriving soon, so she hoped.
She saw something bright as she looked up. She noticed it was someone's pants. Lime green. It was a boy, with black straight hair. She saw him looking at either her or the car. She liked when people admired her car. She was shocked when he actually spoke. "Maybe both. Did it work?"She answered with a smirk. She didn't really recognize him, but from the comment and the confidence in his voice, she knew he was probably worth talking to for a bit. "Or were you admiring the car?"She asked him.
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Post by Oliver Ryan on Oct 6, 2008 18:11:00 GMT -5
So, was it a slow day for this girl or something? The boy stood around for quite a few seconds before she even cared to reply. He actually considered leaving at some point, he knew that to her, he really didn't matter. He was just another kid. A person that wasn't in her clique, and more than likely a person that she wanted nothing to do with. However, as dumb as she might've looked, she was quite right not to want to get tangled with him. He often made things complicated, yet oddly appealing.
"Maybe both. Did it work? Or were you admiring the car?"
He stood there with a small smirk spread across his thin lips. "Hmm, well at first I was admiring the car. Then I saw you. And, well, you know, nice sports cars with a gorgeous girl sprawled on the hood are always a bonus," he replied giving her a small wink. Honestly who didn't want to stumble upon some gorgeous girl just waiting for someone to come talk to her. It was quite clear (to him anyways) that she had been dying for the company of a friend, or perhaps a mere stranger. However, it was quite sad that Oliver had enough confidence to actually talk to her. She was one of the popular girls, and he more than likely had no chance. More importantly, it seemed like a wonder that she was actually talking to him. Perhaps if he was a jock boy with a muscular build then she could waste her time on him. Sadly, Oliver wasn't anywhere near that. He was tall, slender and had not an ounce of muscle in any part of his body.
"So, do you often lie on your car hood waiting for someone to come talk to you? Or is this a new "popular" fad?" he questioned. He was actually quite curious about the whole thing, no matter how sarcastic the question sounded. Up until now he had never even caught a glimpse of any popular girl (or anyone for that matter) lying on their car. Although, he had to admit, it was a good way to tan, because obviously the metal of the vehicle attracted heat. He shook his thoughts from his head, it was apparent that he was spending too much actually listening in his classes. He was actually talking to himself about how metal could attract a darker town. Now he knew that he was truly going insane.
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Post by Crystal McQueen on Oct 6, 2008 19:11:46 GMT -5
"Hmm, well at first I was admiring the car. Then I saw you. And, well, you know, nice sports cars with a gorgeous girl sprawled on the hood are always a bonus,"
"Yes, every guy has a weakness for sports cars."Who was this guy. Whoever he was, he sure had loads of confidence. No other guy, besides a jock, would have the guts to talk to him like that. And she could tell just by the appearance that he wasn't a jock. He was tall and thin, definetly not jock material. All the guys that normally hit on her were big, with huge muscles, tan and amazingly good looking. She shrugged it off. Oh well, at least she was still getting noticed.
"So, do you often lie on your car hood waiting for someone to come talk to you? Or is this a new "popular" fad?"
"Well, maybe I'm starting a fad. I guess you could say I was waiting. For nobody in particular. Just anyone."She said. She had found someone too. If, that was, he wanted to stay and talk. She sat up on the hood, no longer lying flat on her back. She propped herself up on her hands, and stared around the parking lot. Still not many cars. Jeeze, where was everyone. Well, she was a tad early. That was a first. She was normally one of the last people into homeroom. "So, you walk to school?"She asked him.
She admired his clothing once more. Pure style, for whatever clique he was in. Lime green skinny jeans, a black shirt with designs on it. She knew he would rock whatever group he was in. She knew she would rock her group too. She rocked whatever she wore. It was a gift. She could wear a potato sack and make it a fashion statement.
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Post by Oliver Ryan on Oct 7, 2008 18:41:39 GMT -5
"Yes, every guy has a weakness for sports cars."
The boy nodded weakly. He had to agree, even for him a good 'ol sports car always made him stop and stare. He honestly admired who ever had them, it was always just a thing he had as a little boy. He remembered standing in awe when he was little and staring at a brand new, shiny, red sports car. Of course he couldn't recall the name, it was much too long ago, but everything about it was amazing. "That, my dear, is certainly true," he mumbled under his breath. She probably didn't even hear it, either way, the comment didn't even matter.
"Well, maybe I'm starting a fad. I guess you could say I was waiting. For nobody in particular. Just anyone."
The words seem to tumble around in his head. For once in his life, Oliver honestly didn't have any witty comment to spew out. Oh boy, was he broken? He shook his thoughts and gave the girl a quick glance. "Sounds like barrels of fun." Sarcastic, not the approach he was looking for, but it would do. "Don't you Royal girls drive each other to school or something so this whole 'talking to the non-conforming Heartbreaker' thing doesn't happen? Or is that only in the movies?"
"So, you walk to school?"
Once again he nodded. He looked around at the somewhat full parking lot, usually it was packed. A lot of kids actually didn't walk, most of them must've prefered driving, even though it costs much more than walking. Gas prices were a nuissance, which was mainly why Oliver walked. "I'm a walking nerd. What can I say, it saves a bunch of gas money," he laughed. Wow, could he get anymore nerdy?
His eyes caught her eyes momentarily and noticed that she was glancing at him. Now, was she looking at his outfit choice? Or was she checking him out? Of course, Oliver being Oliver, he assumed that she was checking him out. It was just the way his mind processed things. "Hmm checking me out, now are you? Well I'm not really blaming you, I mean, I am adorable." he snickered, a smug little grin plastered on his lips.
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Post by Crystal McQueen on Oct 10, 2008 18:36:19 GMT -5
"Don't you Royal girls drive each other to school or something so this whole 'talking to the non-conforming Heartbreaker' thing doesn't happen? Or is that only in the movies?"
She gave a small chuckle. Everyone always thought they were just like the girls in movies. Preppy, snooty, and thought they were the center of the universe. Well, it was true, but not all the time. Sometimes they were just regular people. "So, your a Heartbreaker?"She said. She had wanted to know his clique, but didn't know how to ask. Sometimes she could just tell by looking at someone. She could always pick out Royals, and she could always pick out low people. But the people in between, she just couldn't name. "Well, we aren't just like in the movies. Maybe we like talking to Heartbreakers every once in a while."She said.
Saves a bunch of gas money? She hadn't even thought about that. Sometimes she just figured every had the same amount of money like she had. She didn't even think about how some people couldn't pay for gas along with a car. Whatever. "I guess walking is cool sometimes. Like, I walk through the mall."She said, shrugging.
"Of course I was checking you out. I mean, damn."She said with a smile. Sometimes people were like that. She knew she was. If someone was staring at her, she automatically thought they were admiring her. And people always work. "Well, since you were checking out my car, I thought I'd return the favor by checking you out."She smirked. "So, does Mr. Heartbreaker have a name??"She asked curiously. If she was going to have a conversation with him, she needed to know more.
[[ooc. gahh no muse.]]
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Post by Oliver Ryan on Oct 11, 2008 13:26:03 GMT -5
"So, your a Heartbreaker?"
He nodded and rolled his eyes slightly. He had grown far too used to people not immediately knowing his clique. Sure, he was a tough person to place. He could be an Inspirational, an Individual, hell he could probably even qualify as an Anarchist. No matter, he was who he was, he just wished more people would recognize it. "Indeed I am," he mumbled under his breath.
"Well, we aren't just like in the movies. Maybe we like talking to Heartbreakers every once in a while."
He tilted his head to the left slightly. "Oh? Really now?" he questioned in a sarcastic over tone. He never really socialized with any Royals, so of course being naive about the whole thing was expected. "Well, I suppose us 'players' aren't much like how we're portrayed in movies either. Sure, we do enjoy a good... 'game' or to, but we don't pounce on anything that moves. Some of us are rather... selective." That was a fact. Oliver wasn't one of the overly selective ones, but he did know a guy who was. He never wanted anyone that wasn't blonde. They had to have a nice body (toned of course), basically the girl had to look like a goddess. It was quite an odd thing to want for a Heartbreaker.
"I guess walking is cool sometimes. Like, I walk through the mall."
He let out a small chuckle. Walking through the mall? Well, of course that was exercise, but it was a rather odd way of doing it. "Interesting look on things. I just enjoy fresh air, it's better than being stuffed up in a car, even if the windows are rolled down," he responded.
"Of course I was checking you out. I mean, damn."
Oliver gave a small triumphant smirk. He loved flattery, every last bit of it. Most people would just blush and look away, or quickly change the subject, but not Oliver. He took compliments much to personally. Most of the time he would over analyze them and get these freaky theories out of them. "Well, well, well, you have excellent taste."
"Well, since you were checking out my car, I thought I'd return the favor by checking you out."
That was a good philosophy. He'd have to remember that one.
"So, does Mr. Heartbreaker have a name??"
A name? Of course he had a name! Had he forgotten to introduce himself? Well of course if she was asking, he had most certainly forgotten. "Well my dear, of course I do," he chuckled. If he could recall correctly, the girl whom he was talking to had a name of some sort of rock, metal or mineral, or something along those lines? Sapphire? No. Copper? Obviously not. Crystal? Well that sounded about right. "It's Oliver," he added after a few seconds of delay. "Oliver Ryan."
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Post by Crystal McQueen on Oct 18, 2008 12:51:22 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose us 'players' aren't much like how we're portrayed in movies either. Sure, we do enjoy a good... 'game' or to, but we don't pounce on anything that moves. Some of us are rather... selective."
Selective? Well, that was true. People wouldn't just date anyone. If she chose a guy, he would have to pass the test she made up in her mind. He had to be good looking, toned, funny, and probably popular. She wouldn't want to be seen going out with a loser now would she. She also knew people that had dated Heartbreakers. Then once they found out they were sleeping with about 3 other people, they felt crushed. Well, what did you expect? They are Heartbreakers, what do you think they do?? She knew better. If they guy didn't pass her test, he wasn't worth it. "Selective. Hmm.. I understand."She told him.
"Interesting look on things. I just enjoy fresh air, it's better than being stuffed up in a car, even if the windows are rolled down,"
"Well, I love my car. I don't really like walking that much. I mean, I'm never wearing the right shoes. Heels aren't the best to walk in. Flip flops are okay sometimes, they make a lot of noise though." It was true. She never had on the best walking shoes. Even if she wore sneakers, they weren't good to walk far in. Maybe just to hang out in. She was never one to walk. She was always used to getting driven around from place to place by a driver.
"Well, well, well, you have excellent taste."
"Why thank you, I do try to pick the best."She said with a slight smirk.
"It's Oliver, Oliver Ryan."
Oliver Ryan. Hmm. Had she heard the name before?? She didn't think she had. She probably would have remembered him if she had. Well, he seemed alright, a Heartbreaker. "I'm Crystal."She announced to him. "Crystal McQueen." Even though most people knew her name, she felt she had to say it. Once she said it, it gave her a sense of authority over whomever she was speaking to. It made her feel powerful, her name meant popularity and power. Nobody messed with her. And if they did, she messed back. "So, why did you come to school so early?"She asked, trying to make some conversation.
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