I don't break hearts; I just dent them <OPEN>

[stelle?!]

I'm not in love!
This is not my heart!
I'm not gonna waste these words...

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Jace stared down at the plate of... well, actually, he wasn't sure what it was. Something vaguely green, or was that more yellow? Snot colored, gross. He wasn't actually going to eat it, so he supposed it didn't really matter anyways. The large bright colored menu caught his eye. Oh... Macaroni and Cheese. Jace snorted, not likely

The bright blue plastic seat didn't look particularly inviting, so he tried not to look very close before he threw himself down at an abandoned table. Well, they were all abandoned, since most people were on vacation. And then there was Jace. Perfectly smart, but a bit of an ass. And that was why he was stuck eating lunch in the horrid school cafeteria. If you could call him staring moodily at a plate of what was supposedly mac and cheese 'eating'.

Jace grumbled silently to himself. Honestly, summer detention?? Jace rolled his eyes. It wasn't like he'd burst into a classroom and done a naked hula dance. All he'd done was politely, or at least mock politely, point out a few... uncomfortable truths to the classroom when he was asked. And he had been asked. Jace, when he wasn't undercover, did not lie. So it was better not to ask him things that you couldn't handle the answer too.

His mind wandered back to that day. Jace had been late to class, not all that uncommon for him, but Mr. Edwards had not been happy. Not that Jace cared. 'Mr. Soren! Do you care to explain yourself?' Mr. Edwards had asked, coldly. It wasn't a question. 'No, not really.' Jace had replied anyways. Mr. Edwards face had gone hard. 'Take your seat Mr. Soren. And no more smart ass remarks from you.' Jace bowed, 'Yes, your highness.' before dropping into his desk. The lines around Mr. Edwards lips tightened, but he refrained from comment.
The lesson was boring, not worth listening to. Jace didn't bother. His eyes fell on poor Jenny Cooper in the row next to him. She was cursed with ungraceful, awkward features. Her hair, bright red and frizzy, always clashed terribly with her entirely pink wardrobe. She really should find a new color. 'Mr. Soren, I asked you a question.'
Jace glanced up to see Mr. Edwards glowering at him. Jace shrugged, 'I'm sure you did.' Mr. Edwards turned red, then purple. 'And tell me, Mr. Soren, why you are unaware of this?'
Jace narrowed his eyes. It was a challenge, he realized that. Most students would make something up, not Jace. Jace didn't lie. 'I was a bit distracted from your utterly boring lecture by the eyesore that is Jenny Coopers painfully bad clothing choice.' Jace said the words pleasently, as if discussing the weather. Mr. Edwards looked as if he might faint, or slap Jace. He did neither, but stared at him, openmouthed, incredulous.

And that was why Jace was staring at something that vaguely resembled glue that has gone bad, which was supposed to be his lunch. He was starting to think a naked hula dance would have gotten him in less trouble. Maybe he'd try it sometime, just to see Mr. Edwards face. Jace smirked at the idea, before glancing around the room. He couldn't possibly be the only person here

[[r]awr!]

Let's shout out loud
Do you fight it to the end?

He could be rock climbing. He could be dicing through the cars on the road. Hell, he could even be sleeping. Anything but this. It was fucking torture and Zach was bored out of his mind. He was a patient guy but when it came to these teachers he had the patience of tiny, microscopic speck. Heaving a heavy sigh he tilted his head down and ran his hand over his hair, which wasn't all that long. He'd been mistaken for bald the other day. Frowning, he ran his hand over his hair again. It was, as his friend had so graciously put it, bum fluff. Feeling agitated, he sat up and tapped his foot on the floor.

"Lunch."

The teacher announced after a lengthy look at his wrist watch. Standing up faster than he should have, Zach stumbled out of his chair and walked straight out. No complaints there - at least he was getting around. Zach wasn't in for anything special, just a couple of essays he'd "forgotten" to hand in. Whatever, it didn't even affect his grades. They were just practice and a waste of his damned time. And to be honest, his dog had actually peed on the one he'd actually done. Too bad people were such cliches.

With his hands in his hoodie pockets, Zach used his shoulder to push open the cafeteria door and waltzed into the large, not-so empty room. He sort of hesitated mid-step, his eyes drifting on someone else, looking surprised. He then turned his eyes off of the guy and went straight to the food. Or...what they liked to call food. It was probably from the sewage pipe. Come on, just look at it. The lunch lady grumbled something about getting her hair done and a pedicure then sent Zach on his way with the "mush". He again looked up at the other guy sitting at one of the tables. He walked on over, taking the seat opposite the guy and sitting with his fork in his hand, leaning on the table with his elbows.

What'd you do?

He asked, coming out with the question directly. He seemed to have as much confidence as a guy could have, but actually Zach was very rarely like this. He was just so damn bored that he'd do anything to entertain himself.

[Bix]

‘Lordie, lordie, lordie, I can’t help it I like to party it’s genetic, it’s electrifying...’

Iz coughed nervously, her perfectly straight teeth digging deep into her bottom lip. Being blessed with the beauty of crooked teeth as a child wasn’t something she had enjoyed, and defiantly not the fact of having to wear braces for a whole year as a young teenager. 365 days of pure torture. They weren’t terribly disgusting, but plainly just weren’t nice either. But now, after going though the physical, mental and financial pain – she was rather proud to say she liked her teeth. Wow. The things that ran though your head when you were nervous.

Blinking slowly, Iz pulled her small black bag deeper on her shoulder. Here she was – In the middle of the school holidays, checking out a school which she would have to arrive at next year. Arrive with no friends, no directions, and no rule book. High school was terrible.
And to make matters worse, she had just found out that it was open for a reason. Open for when scary, naughty, vicious people stayed behind to do work.

Standing weakly beside her black Ute, The young woman looked over the dark buildings of the school. It was too late to turn back now. Warily urging herself forward, Iz glanced down at her feet, locking her light silvery eyes downward. Scuffing her small heeled shoes against the concrete, Iz avoided making eye contact with any passers by, students or not. School territory defiantly had a way of making you feel vulnerable.

‘BRRRRRR!’
The chilling shriek of the school bell make Izzy’s heart lunge from her skin. Laughing slightly at her own shock, she shook her head. She really needed to get over herself! She was here to get familiar with this school and whether she liked it or not, she was here.
Scanning around her, Izzy headed for an area where the few emerging people had settled. Maybe someone there could give her directions or something. Pushing open an old painted swing door, she slowly entered the building.

Pushing her hands lightly into her vest pocket, Iz glanced at the first couple that caught her eye. Or.. The only couple. To teenage boys sat with a plateful of…You couldn’t describe it as anything other than gloop. Goody, that was one thing to look forward to. Rolling her eyes slightly, Iz looked away from the food. Just the thought put her off eating anything for the rest of the day. Didn’t school Gloop just rock?

[OOC: I hope you don’t mind that I joined.]


‘‘Wind me up and watch me go, where she stops nobody knows...

A good excuse to be a bad influence on you.’

[stelle?!]

To be loved, to be loved! What more could you ask for?
To be loved, to be loved! Everyone wants...
To be loved, to be loved! I'm not in love!

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Jace glanced up at the cafeteria doors swung open and another boy walked in. So, he wasn't the only naughty one being punished. Not that it meant he wasn't the naughtiest. A loose sun-colored curl fell in his golden eyes and he pushed it away impatiently. He'd been thinking he needed a haircut, but couldn't quite bring himself to shear off his messy curls. Besides, the angency wouldn't be pleased. They said his gold hair/eyes/and natural beauty made him look innocent. Ha, that was a good one.

Jace didn't watch the boy to see where he'd sit. He cared only in a vague sense. He wasn't surprised when the boy approached and sat down. Jace nodded an acknowledgment, but before he had a chance to speak, the boy asked him what he had done to get landed in detention. Jace gave the boy a quick glance. He wouldn't have thought the boy looked particularly like a trouble-maker, but he supposed you never knew.

"Hhhmm... It wasn't so much what I did, more what I said. Mr. Edwards obviously can't handle insulting truths, and, unfortunately, I'm a fairly truthful person," Jace smirked. There was a bit of an edge to him, Jace knew, a cocky confidence. He was the kind of boy that exuded confidence and arrogance from his pores, but knew how to add a charm to it and twist it around so that you were never quite sure if he'd insulted you or not.

"And what, may I ask, did you do to get yourself stuck in here with this shit they try to pass off as food?" Jace asked.

There was a woosh of air as the doors to the lunch room swung open once again. This time, Jace glanced up lazily, and, spotting a girl that he really didn't think was the type to be in detention, raised an eyebrow.

OOC: Sorry it took me so long to get back to this, I'm back to the sit e now, though!

[[r]awr!]

Zachary was usually quite an introvert, keeping to himself and not really being able to approach anyone. The only people he didn't struggle to approach was his family. Well, "family". He was adopted so did it really count to say they were his family? But anyhow, this guy seemed to exude everything Zach could not on an every day basis. Sure, he was better now than what he was before but this guy? Man, he wished he had what this guy had.

Zachary just smiled when the guy told him how he'd landed up in detention.

My man, you are a hero. Edwards is a fairy.

He then looked down, poking the, um, the...okay, we'll call it food for now. When he raised his fork, he could see all the little bits and pieces clinging to the plastic. The edges of Zach's mouth pulled down, his nose crinkling. He couldn't eat this shit if he tried. He didn't even bother to look up when asked what he'd done himself.

I chose sleeping over writing their damn essays.

He replied, finally looking up at the guy opposite him but was quickly distracted as he heard the cafeteria doors opening and closing. Zach seemed to take her in, not expecting to see a girl like that walk through the doors. During the holidays too. What in the hell was she here for? He wanted to tell her to run for her life, but Zach was being over-dramatic. And damn, she must be the type who turned heads on the street because she'd just turned his.

The girl was too far away to talk to, and with his eyes lingering on her for a moment, he turned his head back to the other guy.

Ever seen her before?

He asked, trying to act casual when he was as curious as he could get.

[stelle?!]

I'm not in love! To be loved, to be loved, what more could you ask for?
This is not your song! To be loved, to be loved, everyone...
I'm not gonna waste these words! wants to be loved, to be loved
About a girl!

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Jace leaned back in the muddy-blue plastic chair, tipping it onto its back legs, wobbling there, but he kept his balance. Jace was graceful, catlike, so the precarious chair situation didn't worry him. He yawned, rolling his shoulders, a sort of lazy control and strength in his movements. If it weren't for his personality, he might be considered perfect. Too bad he had a forceful personality.

"Edwards is an idiot. I'm Jace, by the way." Jace agreed. He really wondered what Edwards would do if he did do a naked hula dance? Jace smirked, imagining the look of pure horror and shock that Mr. Edwards would give him. Priceless. But no, that wasn't Jace's style.

Jace wasn't at all surprised when the other boy said that all he'd done was not do some essays. Most people at P.M.S. weren't on Jace's naughty level. Besides, if they were, Jace would just be compelled to crank his own bad-boy levels up.

"Next time, you might as well do something worth getting detention for, because, seriously, if they give us the same treatment, there's nothing stopping you." Jace advised, already having visions of his next prank. He wondered what the Agency would do if Mr. Edwards sued him.

Jace studied the girl who'd just walked in. She was pretty, he supposed, but he didn't see anything that he thought was particularly special about her. Besides, he wasn't the boyfriend type, and, though he couldn't know for sure, she looked like she was the girlfriend type. He looked at her, and when he thought she'd see, he dropped her a wink followed by a crooked little confident smirk. He didn't care whether she liked him or not, but he did it anyways, because he could. Because he didn't feel self-conscious doing stuff like that. Jace knew he was gorgeous, so, even if a girl didn't want him, he didn't take it personally.

"Nope. She's probably new or something." Jaced shrugged.

[Bix]

‘Lordie, lordie, lordie, I can’t help it I like to party it’s genetic, it’s electrifying...’

Hovering somewhat awkwardly for a minute, Iz glanced around. Softly lifting her fingers to toy with her bleached hair, she bit her bottom lip. This didn’t seem to go the way she had planned out in her head, nor the way it seemed to happen in movies.

1. Find the school.
Check.

2. Easily find your way to the office.
….

3. Find some unusually friendly teenager to befriend.

The young lass took a deep breath, Sighing slightly. This wasn’t working. She felt the need to turn around and leave, risking the point to look like a total idiot. And this she was about to do, until at the last minute she looked over her shoulder to the two talking guys, and drew back her attention once again. Damn it. They both seemed to glance warily at her, before one swinging back on his chair, let a playful, confident smirk fall over his face. Winking toward her, Iz smiled softly, her debate soon concluding on her approaching the couple. Whether she had liked it or not, these two were the only way she could get help.

It did help the matter although, that both guys were extremely good looking. Although she tried not to stare, she had an urge to look. Curiosity took over her, easily flicking her silvery eyes toward them. A small smile still laced her delicate face, as she subconsciously tucked a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. Her long white hair was sought of a trade mark for Iz, as she had always spent so much time playing with it and pushing it out of her eyes - that it had become a habit. Even when it magically was out of her face, she would always find a bit to twirl and push around with her fingers. Along with bighting her lower lip, and plaiting random things.
Then again, every one had there odd quirks, didn’t they?

Pushing her bag further up her shoulder, Iz grasped a murky chair, and dragged it out. Standing upright, she smiled lightly again, looking down toward the small group.

“Mind if I join you?”


‘‘Wind me up and watch me go, where she stops nobody knows...

A good excuse to be a bad influence on you.’