Thinking too much (Open)

[twolastwords]

It was raining, the kind of cold, stinging rain that made you curse the fact you even left your bed that day rain. That was why Dallas had made himself comfortable on the stairs. Normally he would be out in the side yard watching the freshmen nervously check out the school. It was kind of fun to do, when they realized that their lives had changed dramatically. Dallas liked being there to watch their faces.

The bottle blond listlessly tossed a small green bouncy ball that he was stolen from a freshmen against the wall, each time it hit he could here a dull thud. He counted each one. He was bored, Dallas was a full time boarder, that meant he was there all year round, some of the other B.A.D students were allowed to go home and that was why classes had yet to really start. Of course it was also the time of year for new students. Not that they didn't get them through out the year but all Dallas wanted was for someone interesting to show up. Was it too much to ask that something interesting happened? Well of course there was the stupid rumor that some kid had gone missing this summer but Dallas didn't really believe it.

Who would disappear here at B.A.D despite the fact that it was basically a way to keep them out of society it was a pretty easy ride. The classes weren't too hard and the people easily dealt with...it had to be just a stupid rumor right? Dallas shook his head and then let it fall back against the wall he was leaning on, it made a thud like the ball. He caught the bouncy ball when it made it's return trip and pocketed it. He was bored and thinking entirely too much. "This sucks."

[natasha]

Natasha liked these kinds of days. Cold days, with bad rain. Sure, she liked sun and all. She laid out in it whenever she got the chance. But she liked bad weather too. It was just something about the feel of the water on her skin that she liked. She had been outside, enjoying the rain, watching the freshmen come in. Some of them had been in juvy before they had finally qualified for B.A.D., and some of them were newly arrested. But they all had a similar expression on their faces. It was cute, like a kitten falling off a table.

After a while that had gotten boring. Natasha, admittedly, had a very short attention span. She thought about going to her room, but all she had in there was homework. No, she decided to go to the stairwell. There was usually at least one person hanging out there, and, the social butterfly that she was, she loved to talk to people.

She stepped indoors, her white tank top soaked enough to border on inappropriate. Hopefully no teachers would be around to complain. Not that all of them did. Some of them just quietly enjoyed the show. But some of them didn't like Natasha, which she wrote off as jealousy. She caught her reflection in the glass protecting some school document. Yes, you could definitely see her black bra. Oh, well. She could always cross her arms if a teacher came.

She heard a creepy thudding sound coming from slightly farther up the stairs. It was a little creepy. Her mind automatically flashed to the rumors about a student death. But that's just what they were, right? Rumors. Of course. And the noise wasn't creepy at all, now that she listened a little more. Natasha heard someone say something, but couldn't make out what it was. She climbed the stairs until she found a blond boy throwing a ball against the wall. He looked familiar, although she couldn't place a specific name. She was bad with names though, they could have very well met.

Natasha smiled at him. "Hey," she said, feeling stupid for being creeped out. God, she wasn't one of those stupid scared little freshmen.

[twolastwords]

Dallas swore when a girl walked up the stairs, he hadn’t heard her get close because of a sudden crash of thunder. He glared at the blond girl before rolling his eyes and looking away. He recognized her, she was Natasha Trent, and rumor was that she was easy. Dallas didn’t touch hoes but his buddy Ryan knew all about them. For a moment he thought about just ignoring her but he changed his mind when he realized that it was talk to her to bounce the stupid ball. “Hey.” He said back.

Thunder crashed and Dallas grinned, he loved the sound of thunder. “You’re Natasha, right? You’re a Level 1 too aren’t you? I see you out in the side yard watching the incoming freshmen.” Dallas grinned he liked watching the poor little freshmen. Lightening flash and so did the electricity. “Damn, this place is shitty.” He swore looking up at the ceiling angrily. “Going up or wanna grab some stairs?”


((Sorry it's short))

[natasha]

The kid whose name she still didn't know glared at her. Well then F*ck him, she said, ready to continue up the stairs, until he said 'hey' back. Then he grinned, randomly, but not at her -- just in general. He then proceeded to ask for confirmation about her identity. She nodded along, yes, she was Natasha, yes, she was Level 1. He mentioned seeing her out watching the freshmen and grinned again. God, he was bipolar.

The lights and distant hum of the heater flickered out for a second. Natasha frowned prettily and, by way of answer, sat next to him. "The freshmen are so cute and scared. I love watching them." She smiled with a little cruelty. "Any new kid, really. They're just so... lost." She remembered her first day, a year and a half ago. It was the middle of the year and she was a freshman. She thought she was so old, so experienced, so cooler than this place.

She'd never been beaten up before.

After that, she worked on cultivating her reputation. She was a slut, sure, but she was also popular and got invited when people were going to do something fun. It suited her. Nobody messed with her, once she had a definitive place in the school hierarchy that was decidedly above most.

"How long have you been here?" she asked the nameless boy. He seemed to know her, but she still couldn't place his name. God, she really needed to get better with that sort of thing. "I mean, did you come in in your freshman year?" She smiled, sort of distractedly, as the lightning flashed outside and thunder clapped. The new students would be going inside soon.

[twolastwords]

Dallas leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes; freshmen were always so fun to mess with. He question reminded him of his own arrival at the school, it had been pouring rain just like today and he had been dragged in. Dallas had thought that he was all that, he had been big time back home but being thrown in here he quickly realized that he was basically nothing compared to some of the other students. There were murderers here, and all Dallas did was vandalize some school. He shook his head trying to clear it. “Everyone lost their first day,”He said thinking about how even the toughest criminals wore a lost look their first day at B.A.D.

“Oh, damn.” Dallas said suddenly, “I just realized you probably don’t know my name, huh?” Dallas figured that since she hadn’t said anything about his name she most likely didn’t know it. “I’m Dallas, by the way. Level 1 that how I recognized you.” He hoped that she didn’t think he was a stalker, or something.

“I’ve been here two years, I did come in my freshmen year,” Dallas ruffled his hair absentmindedly, “I was a few days late though so I got to miss the freshmen waves.” The freshmen wave was the initial flood of freshmen that B.A.D got at the beginning of every school year. “You?”

[natasha]

The boy seemed to figure out that she didn't know his name. Dallas, he introduced himself. From her level. "Well nice to... officially meet you, Dallas," she said girlishly. Two years, starting as a freshman, he would be in Natasha's grade. They probably had had some classes together at some point -- maybe that's why he looked distantly familiar. "I came here the middle of freshman year, so I've been here a year and a half. Junior," she clarified unnecessarily.

"It's so weird that we've been same level, same grade for this long and never really met before," she said. That was one of the weirdest things about school, in her opinion. How you could pretty much see someone every day but never talk to them. How very New York City. But it was true with all schools, in her experience at least.

The lights flickered on and off again. "Shithole," she muttered as quietly as she could. She tried not to swear around people she didn't know all that well but it just came out sometimes. A very bad habit, but certainly not the worst when it came to Natasha.

"So," she said once the lights were back on, "what do you like to do for fun?" It was a pretty generic, conversational statement. But there wasn't a lot of 'fun' to be had at a school like this. It was a lucky day for Natasha if they could sneak into the liquor cabinet and wander off and have a semi-quiet, trying-to-be-sneaky-while-getting-drunk 'party.' She kicked her heel at the stair below the one she was sitting on and shivered. It was actually pretty cold in this building, with the way the weak heater kept going out, and she was still pretty drenched. Not to mention she was only wearing a light, summery tank top and a blue miniskirt. She absentmindedly rubbed her hands on her legs, trying to generate some heat.