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Story Title: High School Psychology 101
Rating: T-language and a caution for later chapters, just in case.
A/N: Just a random story that seemed to arrive in my head. It may be a one-shot unless you want me to continue with it, so please R&R. If it is continued, I might make it partially reviewer-friendly, meaning, I’ll ask your opinions and you maybe can choose what happens to some of the characters! Maybe. Anyway, like I said- R&R.
Luv ya.
7 pages
3,118 words
Sarcasm in my head?
Welcome, one and all, to Melbrook High, the gossip centre of the universe, at least for the students (and a few teachers) anyway. This is the school to attend- parties every weekend, drama’s every day and, every now and then you may find a diligent student hiding in the shadows if you are very quiet and still…ah, the topic of our venture approaches, well, at least one half.
Susanne Melroan, one of those few students in Melbrook who take life (not to mention school) seriously. Is it possible that she may take it a little too seriously? I’ll let you decide.
Data
Full Name: Susanne Alyce Melroan
Birth Date: 7/4/1989- 7th of April, 1989
Age: 17 years old
Grade: 11 (Senior)
Appearance: Height- 5’4”
Eyes- green-blue eyes (told to change with her moods)
Hair- chocolate-coloured with light, golden-blonde streaks
Body Type- small, lithe and fit
Social Status: Outcast- ‘Nerd’ category
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kind, loyal to friends, diligent, reliable, stable, reasonable, passionate, quiet, fun-loving, caring, trusting, calm (but once you get her mad, there’s no stopping her) and she instils confidence in those around her.
Other: Susanne is considered ‘alright’ by those ‘higher’ on the social ladder of the school. They have her categorised as a nerd because nobody knows where else to put her. She has good enough looks to be amongst the popular crowd but her quiet and slightly sarcastic personality, not to mention her good grades, keep her from their group. Many of these ‘populars’, although they don’t consider her as one of their own, interact frequently with her and some are even considered her friends.
Susanne MelroanWhy me? I asked myself with a repressed sigh as a boy with unruly, curly brown hair and mischievously sparkling brown eyes took a lazy seat next to me, Why is it always me?
“Morning, Suz, the eternal sun of my universe.” The boy cooed, flaunting his looks with a smile, dazzling many of the glaring girls staring at us from their seats, “You don’t look too happy to see me, oh, Queen of my heart.”
“What ever gave you that idea, darling William?” I asked, sickly sweet, batting my eyelashes at him innocently.
“Well,” he replied, propping his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand, looking thoughtful, “you’re centre of balance seems disrupted and unfocussed and your aura seems very stormy to my inner eye.” He told me knowingly and I just stared at him as he grinned devilishly, “That, and the glares and grinding of your teeth kind of gave it away.”
Okay, a couple of bad habits I have to give up ASAP but, seriously, get over it, I’m not that scary, am I?
Yes.
Shut up.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I said, plastering a neutral mask on my face- no more scowling or glaring, that is my goal for the day- “Who wouldn’t be happy with an early morning class of Extension English after a long, long night of studying for a frigging maths test, only to find that it’s been cancelled because of the frigging teachers frigging busted hip. Not to mention the annoying frigging pain in my ass that you are, especially when you’ve had sugar for breakfast, which, by the way, is every frigging day. Why would I not be happy this morning?”
As you can probably tell, I was a little annoyed at that point and I only really swear, even in mild forms, when I’m tired, cold, hungry or extremely pissed, of which I had achieved three out of four.
What an excellent way to start the week.
Hey, at least it isn’t cold in here.
Bah-blah-blah.
“Aw, buck-up, sunshine.” Will smiled, slinging an arm around my hunched shoulders as my head dropped back onto the desk with a dull thud, “Not everyone in the world is against you.”
“Yeah, just most people.” I managed to growl from behind my arms, which I had used as a pillow. I heard him laugh then felt him shove me sideways off my desk. I hit the floor with a very un-lady-like grunt and growled before I jumped up and glared at him.
Oh well, goal broken, too bad.
You’re hopeless.
Yep.
Moron.
Shut up.
De-ja-vu.
Again. Shut. Up.
“William Joseph Alexander. You are so dead.” I growled and was pleased when he flinched at the use of his whole name before diving out of his chair as I chased him with a very long, very dangerous, very metal-looking ruler, catching a slap on his arms here and there.
The girls in the class, who only took Extension English because of Will and a couple of the other guys, were screaming and the aforementioned guys were lounging on their chairs and tables cheering us on. This could have gone on all day but the sudden sound of clicking heels caused me to pause and I peered out of the door cautiously to find our teacher, Mrs Leeman making her way to our classroom with a pile-full of papers in her arms. Just to let you know, she wasn’t an early-morning person either, so for our class, she was quite grouchy.
I was swung back into the classroom by the oblivious Will as his arms wrapped around my waist, earning me more icy-glares from the clones in my class. They, however, weren’t smart enough to realise that we, Will and I, had known each other since our very first day of kindergarten, where he decided to ‘re-colour’ me with a whole tube of red paint. Hence, how I knew his middle name and many, many other things I wish I had no knowledge of, also that he, as a male may like to perve a little, but has no real intention of liking me, as in boyfriend-girlfriend, sort of thing. He was more like a brother than anything.
A very comfortable brother, having checked-out all of my friends, including me, giving us a rating of 1-10.
And you were?
8.5 thank you very much!
Congratulations.
Sarcasm?…. In my own head?
Yup. Ah, well, we have a strange relationship with him that is really hard to explain.
Oh, so now it’s ‘we’. You’ve finally accepted your ‘moronic’ half?
Nope. I just agree with it in this instance.
Anyway, I digress.
I pushed him back towards our seats as the clicking grew louder and the Devil Woman a.k.a. Mrs Leeman came closer…. And closer…. Dumdumdummmmmmm. I know, I’m overdramatic sometimes. Deal with it.
“Suzie, I know we’re friends,” he laughed as I pushed forcefully on his chest, forcing him to walk backwards, though I know I couldn’t really have moved him unless he wanted me to, “but I had no idea you wanted me that bad.” This earned a solid punch on his arm and a loud cheer from the guys. I swear, if looks could kill, I’d be flayed, drawn, quartered and burned by now, while still alive, considering the looks the girls were giving me.
“Idiot,” I hissed at him, shoving him into his seat, “Leeman’s coming.” The rest of the class must’ve heard me because, as the syllables left my mouth, they started shuffling frantically to get their seats, tables and belongings in order. Leeman was famous in the school for her temper; she kept it on very high alert. You never knew when or where she would explode or at whom, either. True to my word, two minutes later, Mrs Leeman clip-clopped into the room, slamming her bundle down on her desk with a quiet growl. Alert. Alert. Danger. Do not approach. Danger. Cried the sirens in my head. Oh, dear, this was going to be great fun.
I sighed as she started lecturing us on ‘Romeo & Juliet’ and I rested my head on my arms again as the rest of the class made themselves comfortable, obviously coming to the same conclusion as me; this was going to be a very long lesson.
And now arrives the other half of our coupled subject, Jareth Hamarose, the school’s ‘bad-boy’ and resident partier/player. He enjoys his youth but, again, is this too much of one, admittedly good in most aspects, thing?
Data
Full Name: Jareth Alexander Hamarose
Birth Date: 15/9/1988- 15th of September, 1988
Age: 18 years old
Appearance: Height- 6’3”
Eyes- Brown with golden specks of light throughout them
Hair- Messy, charcoal black
Body Type- Well-muscled, fit, lean and broad
Social Status- Bad-boy, punk, rocker, player, most desired guy in school
Relationship Status- Single- term used loosely as Jareth never considers himself ‘taken’ but is rumoured to have at least one girl by his side at every event outside, and including school.
Personality: Cold, clown, partier, player, closed-off and harsh but, when familiarised with subject he is perceived as kind, trusted, loyal, protective and complicated.
Other: Jareth is the most wanted male at Melbrook High, and he knows it. He uses his looks and his suave behaviour to his advantage but is fiercely loyal to his friends, very understanding and extremely respected. He is also renowned for his bitting temper but, strangely, unknown for his good grades and polite terms with most people. He has been adopted into the ‘popular’ crowd because of his looks, his way with the girls and his acid tongue when needed.
Jareth HamaroseWith a yawn, I stretched in my bed, arching my back and wincing as it popped in three places. I slumped back down onto my comfortable mattress with a sigh, my gaze wandering lazily over to my clock. I was just about to slip into sleep again when my brain registered the time. Sitting up abruptly and grabbing the defective clock that had failed, yet again to wake me up, though I did have a vague memory of slamming my hand on the snooze button earlier that morning. Blurry eyes stared at the ugly, bright green numbers staring up at me and i growled. 9:45 am. It glared accusingly at me so I threw it across the room, startling the leggy blonde beside me awake.
“Jareth?” she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She caught sight of me and gave a contented, triumphant smile, “Hi.” She purred, stroking my arm as I ran a hand through my hair. I shook off her touch and she looked hurt and, a little shocked for a moment before smoothing her face again. She, like myself, was a player and knew that last night was nothing more than a conquest for either of us, at least, I hoped she knew. I shook of that thought and pulled on some wrinkled jeans over my boxers and a dark shirt that didn’t smell too bad.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” the girl purred seductively, although she too was pulling on her clothes. I flicked a hand at the demolished clock and managed to grumble an answer before grabbing my bag and dashing out the door. I didn’t need to worry about whether or not she would still be there when I got back, although I didn’t know her, I knew her type of person, so much like myself, and I just knew she wouldn’t stick around.
“Stupid, bloody school.” I growled to myself as I threw my bag into the back of my car and roared off down the road, making it to school in record time. I strolled lazily into the front office, signing in with a wink at the older office ladies and a quiet flirt with the younger ones. I flashed them all a brilliant smile and wandered off to what I was pretty sure he had second, having missed first period.
As it turned out when I waltzed past my maths class, I didn’t actually have that class, at least, not then and I wondered what exactly it was that I was supposed to have this period and how long I should waste on trying to find out.
I dawdled in the halls a little longer and was about to give up, though I hadn’t tried particularly hard, when I spotted a girl I was sure I recognised from my year. Maybe she knew what I had.
I’ll just flash her some of the old Hamarose charm and she’ll be drooling to tell me.
“Excuse me,” I murmured quietly, touching her shoulder, swallowing a laugh as she jumped, “sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She surprised me with a sigh and shook her head slightly and, it looked to me, like she was bracing herself before looking up at me. Yes, up. Way, way up. She must’ve only been 5’3” or something, reaching barely to the top of my chest.
“That’s alright.” She smiled warily at me.
I know her, what is her name? Sarah, Samantha, Celina….?
“Um…” I stuttered.
What? I don’t stutter.
Yes, you do.
Shut up. It was something in my throat.
Yes, sir.
“I was wondering, you’re in one of my classes, right.” I asked, covering smoothly, seeming careless, a tactic that usually worked with the girls of this school but she just raised an eyebrow at me and folded her arms over her chest.
“Yeah.” She replied, definitely not giving anything away easy.
“Look….”
“Susanne.”
“Right, Susanne, look. I’m really late for class and I was wondering if you knew what I possibly had right now?” I asked with a charming grin, running a hand through my hair.
“Maths.” She replied, a little frosty.
“No, I don’t.” I said quickly, admittedly, before thinking.
“Yes, you do.” She practically growled and I couldn’t help but smile.
“No, I don’t. I just walked past my class and it was empty. Not even Mrs Heart was in there.”
“Well, you seem to know everything,” she snapped, “why bother asking me then?”
“Whoa. Slow down.” I tried to calm her down, trying not to laugh at her meanwhile.
She’s so cute when she’s mad.
“What’s got you PMS-ing all of a sudden?” I asked, again, thoughtlessly, running a frustrated hand through my hair. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I thought I heard her growl something before she answered.
“Just because I’m female, doesn’t mean I’m constantly going to blame all my moods on PMS. I might just feel like being pissed off. I’m allowed to be pissed that someone I’ve been to school with for two years would remember my name, for starters. Did you think of that, oh, wise one?” her eyes snapped angrily.
Tasty.
Bad Jareth. She’s about to bite your head off and all you can think of is ‘tasty’?
No.
Then what?Very tasty.
Idiot.
Hey. Not nice.
Fine. Hormone driven idiot. Happy?
No.
Oh, poor baby.
Huh?
Sarcasm, my dear boy, sarcasm.
Shut up.
Hehe, get used to it, mate.“Hello?” Susanne was waving her arms around in my face and I realised I was staring, she said something and expected me to reply.
“What?” I replied intelligently.
“I said, Mrs Heart busted her hip again so we’ve got a free. No test today. You can go now.” She dismissed me with a wave of her hand and I felt my anger boil at this girl, who was she to dismiss me, the most adored guy at school? What was wrong with her? I smiled evilly and decided to make her pay attention to me. Yes, I am vain, so what. I know I’m good looking, why not be proud of it?
I spun her around and pushed her up against the wall, pressing close to her. She opened her mouth to say something but I clamped my hand over it.
“Now that wasn’t very nice, now was it, Susanne?” I rumbled my voice deep in my throat so it came out deeper as I growled into her ear. Hey, I was bored and this girl needed a little shaking. I pressed every inch of my body against her and I was surprised to find that wherever our bare skin met it seemed to burn and tingle. I smiled as she glared at me, narrowing her eyes.
Hmmmm. Not the exact reaction I was looking for.
Duh.
Sarcasm?
Duh.
“If we really do have a free, why not spend it with me, huh?” I proposed, removing my hand from her mouth when I was sure she wouldn’t scream. She scowled at me and, again, I smiled, “You’re so cute when you’re angry.” I told her and brushed my thumb against her jutting bottom lip. I saw her slip as her eyes darted from my thumb, down to the floor then back up to my eyes, her own filled with flashing anger again.
“Actually,” she told me quietly, her words laced with ice, “I’m waiting for someone, if you must know.” She shoved against my chest and I kindly let her push me away.
“And who may that be, Suzie, dear?” I asked mockingly, leaning against the opposite wall with my arms crossed, still watching her. She opened her mouth to say something but was beat to it.
“Suz.” Will Alexander smiled warmly at her as he walked around the corner, “Hey, I was hoping you’d wait for me.” he slung his arm easily around her shoulders with an inquisitive frown but she didn’t seem to mind. It was then he noticed me and smiled awkwardly, “Hey, Jareth.” He nodded at me and I returned it with a short,
“Will.”
We weren’t into that whole ‘call your mate by their last name’-thing. It would just sound stupid i.e. ‘Hey, Hamarose’ then, ‘Alexander’. See, dumb.
“You ready to go?” Susanne, or Suz as Will had called her ( I still like Suzie better) asked, pointedly ignoring me. He looked from her, to me and back again.
“I guess.” He shrugged and she practically dragged him off, “See ya.” He called as she towed him around the corner before I heard him start to question her loudly as she shushed him.
Interesting.
Very.
No sarcasm?
Nope.
Good.
Shut up.
I grinned, grabbed my bag from where I had dropped it and wandered off to find my friends, or at least someone who wouldn’t scowl at me.
RecordInteraction: 1
Time: 5-7minute conversation
Observations
- Strained, tense conversation
Flirtation resulted in negative reactions
Expected results proved unreliable ion their predictability when dealing with particular subjects
Intervention prevented any further damage which almost certainly have ensued
Conclusive ObservationThe first meeting of the subjects was strained and tense due to judgements, stereotypes and over-confidence. It will be a challenging situation over the period of study to keep track of progressing relationship between subjects, if there is, in fact any improvement, which, at this point in time seems unlikely.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please R&R so I can get the ‘interactive part up and so I can answer any questions you need to ask. Please tell me what you think of my characters and story so far.
Luv ya
