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[daileh]

you call this music?

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Kard liked listening to the Glee Club every Thursday after school. So, Daileh brought him to school every Thursday and kept him in a snug shoe box in her locker, making sure he was comfortable before the end of school came and she sat in the back of the auditorium with Kard in her lap and a book in her hand. Today it was Fight Club.

She couldn't help but giggle a little at the comparison of Fight Club to Glee Club. The first rule of Glee Club is that you don't talk about Glee Club. At least, that was Kard's rule about it. Heaven forbid that the little rebel boy was into watching and listening to Glee Club. Or maybe, and this could be a long shot, but she was the one that liked it and would never ever admit it for fear of looking like some kind of Glee Club lovin' idiot.

"You know, Kard, you're sorta weird for liking this crap," she muttered, glancing at the doll in her lap. Go figure she was talking to a doll - she'd stopped taking her medication again. She didn't really need it anyway. It was all just a conspiracy to get her to fit in, to be normal. She didn't even need the medication to do that. Hey, she did it on her own just fine. She had absolutely everyone wrapped around her little finger. "I mean, it's not like it's bad, but it's not exactly good, y'know...?" Daileh trailed off, staring at the page of her book for a moment as the words warped and twisted into circles, and soon heads and faces and even bodies, slowly decaying on the page. But no, she didn't need her medication. Not at all.

"Boy, does this blow harder than a cheap hooker on a Saturday night."

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Caleb Bailey wandered through the school. It was after hours, but he didn't care. He probably should have been out running, too, but again, he didn't care. He knew that it was a bad habit to get into, to skip excercising. He was never going to make the team at this rate, but he wasn't overly concerned. He had more raw talent than most coaches knew what to do with; he wasn't worried. Was he a little arrogant? Prob'ly. But girls loved confident guys and all that shit, right?

His steps eventually led him to the auditorium. He wasn't sure why. Or even how. He wasn't even sure how to get back to his locker. Damn, he hated this school. Still, something was happening there. He smirked a little upon glimpsing a blond head. He didn't really know the girl personally, but what better time than the present to go introduce himself?

"Boy, does this blow harder than a cheap hooker on a Saturday night." He laughed slightly as he slid easily into the seat next to her. "Obviously you don't know from experience, do you?" he asked with a smirk. "This shit has nothing on cheap hookers and bad blow jobs" he stated firmly.

[daileh]

you call this music?

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She was almost shocked by the fact that someone was actually sitting next to her. As approachable as she appeared to be, it didn't actually happen all that often. She was like, covered in rat poison or something. You know, unapproachable or whatever.

And it helped that he was pretty cute too.

"This shit has nothing on cheap hookers and bad blow jobs." cute and charming. She'd have rolled her eyes if she wasn't feeling so giddy all of a sudden. But hey, she could roll with the punches as good as any faker could. Daileh turned in her seat to face him, sitting completely sideways with her knees to her chest and her arms around them, little pink toes wiggling outside (or inside, whichever) the black flip flops. "Well you're clever little boy, aren't you. And you're right, I wouldn't know." She motioned to herself, namely the fact that she was a girl, not a boy, and was lacking 'junk.' "I don't exactly have the proper equipment."

Slyly, she slipped the doll back into her wide open back pack, pushing it closed. Sure, she loved her dolls, but not when they compromised her social-ness. Hey, maybe that was why people never approached her... Oh well. And it wasn't like she brought her dolls to school every day, just twice a week, on average. Sometimes more, depending on who wanted to go with her and how bad. ...What? They can make decision too.

Before things could get too creepy and awkward (what with Kard suddenly weighing on her conscience and all), Daileh stuck her hand out, hoping to come off as polite rather than weird. You just never knew with people. Okay, she did, but there was always some exception to the rule. "Name's Daileh."

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He smirked a bit when she said she wouldn't know, as she didn't have the proper equipment. oh, one that bites back he couldn't help thinking to himself. It wasn't often that Caleb found a person who could keep up with his banter. The boy had a rather dark sense of humor. He could be insulting on occasion, though he rarely meant it. It was just his way of relating to people.

He grinned and took her hand when she offered it. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Daileh" he said with a slight grin. "I'm Caleb Bailey." He grinned slightly, taking in the girl's appearance none too subtly. White blond hair, piercing blue eyes. In a word, hot. Caleb had always been a bit of a sucker for blond haired blue eyed girls. They were...well, hot.

Caleb rarely called a girl gorgeous or pretty or beautiful. It was always hot. It was an extreme compliment if he called you pretty or gorgeous; it meant he wasn't looking at you lustfully. For instance, his cousin Anabel was gorgeous. Most girls, though, they were just hot. He glanced at the stage. "So what exactly are they supposed to be doing?" he asked with a quizzical look on his face.

[daileh]

you call this music?

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Oh yeah, she could just tell that he was taking in every single inch of her. It almost drove her mad with power. Almost, not quite though. She drew her hand back only to run in through her hair, ruffling it a little. It was a sign people usually did subconsciously when they were flirting, as it exposed the neck, but this time, it was one hundred percent aware to her. Hell, she'd planned it. What can we say, she's a tease.

"Nice to meet you too, Cale." Yes, she had a nickname for him already. Sure, it wasn't terribly original, but it was a nickname none the less, and she liked nicknames.

Thankfully, he hadn't noticed the doll she'd so rudely shoved into her bag. She'd have to make it up to him later that night some how, like letting him pick the story or something. Or, if he had noticed, he hadn't said anything, which, either way, worked for her.

"Well, I'd say the guy in the sweater vest is hitting on the nerdy girl with the Pippy-Long-Stocking pig tails and the braces," she muttered, pressing her finger to her lips (another practiced move). "I'm not sure if that's part of their performance or not though." That was as much attention as she ever paid to these kinds of things. The drama between the people was amazing - better than sex (not that she'd know). Hell, they could probably make a TV show out of it.

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He smirked a little when she brushed her hair back. Oh he knew this game, and he knew it well. It was one of his favorites, in fact. He let his look linger on her, keeping his eyes on her pretty face even as he turned his head slowly to the stage, letting his eyes finally follow.

He couldn't help but burst out laughing when she talked about the guy in the vest and the girl with the pippy long stocking pig tails. He spotted the pair of them instantly. "Definitely not planned" he agreed with a slight nod. Someone had given him a rather dirty look for his loud laughter, but he pretended not to notice. He liked making a scene. It was what he did.

He grinned, nodding to the end of the stage. "Poor boy hasn't got a chance. Look at him sizing the brunette up" He rolled his eyes. "Guys are so bad at knowing when girls are out of their league" he said with a shake of his head. "Pathetic." His voice was especially condescending and arrogant. Clearly he thought that there wasn't a girl on this earth who was out of his league, unless she was below him.

The boy really couldn't help it. He definitely leaned toward the arrogant side. He hadn't always been that way. It was mostly a recent thing. It had come with his parents' divorce. Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone that, because it sounded too much like whining, and Caleb hated people who whined. He refused to be one himself. He wouldn't even really say if he didn't like something, because it was complaining. He loathed it with every fiber of his being....

[daileh]

you call this music?

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An idle smirk played at her lips as she continued playing with her hair, acting like a little bit of a nervous wreck, and a little bit neurotic, though that wasn't something she could help. "So, what about you?" This boy had piqued her curiosity, and that was a hard thing to do with Daileh. He was smooth as silk, charming as all hell, and devilishly handsome: the perfect package. If she believed in love, she might actually fall for him.

"I mean, are you one of those guys?" With a grin, she leaned forward just a little, hands on the arms of his chair, biting down softly on her lip. "You don't seem like you are, I mean, you're pretty cool and all, so I doubt you're one of those tactless loser guys that couldn't sweep a broom off it's feet." Guys loved having their ego stroked. It was sad, really, but it was something that was easy to play on.

With a soft giggle, she fell back into her chair, forgetting completely about the fact that she was suppose to be a normal girl as she grabbed the doll from her bag. With Kard in her lap, she rested her chin on his tiny, perfect little head, stroking the silky hair idly. She looked down to the doll with a soft smile before looking up to Caleb shyly through her bangs. Yep, they were indeed too easy to manipulate.

"So, what're you doing here?"

[It's crap. Sorry.]

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He chuckled when she said he didn't seem like the type who couldn't sweep a broom off it's feet. "Oh you've just got me all figured out, don't you?" he asked with a smirk, subtly shifting himself closer. It was a minute movement, but he was confident she'd catch it. She seemed to know how to play this game, if the way she was playing it was any way to judge by.

Then again, you always had your girls that could play the game themselves, that knew how to act and what to do, but didn't know what the other person's signals meant. They were a little niave in that regard, but those were usually the fun ones. They were generally pretty easy. He liked that.

He laughed when she asked what he was doing there. "Avoiding going on a run" he responded with a chuckle. "I like running, actually, I just don't feel like it right now" he added with a slight laugh. This was true enough. It wasn't so much that he liked running, but he liked being in shape. He prided himself on being pretty handsome, if he did say so himself, but it wasn't without a price. He worked hard to keep his body all nice and chiseled. It required lots of work.

[daileh]

you call this music?

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Naturally, she noticed the very slight incline in the boys posture, and her ego inflated just a little bit. Okay, that was an understatement. In inflated a-lot-a-bit. A small smiled played at her lips as she reached for her pocket, pulling out the pink, minty scented lip gloss. "Of course I do. You're a boy." She glanced at him quickly before applying the pink glossy substance to her lips carefully. "No offense, but I've found that you're all the same when it comes down to the wire." Daileh puckered her lips as she slipped the lip gloss away, checking her reflection on the tiny mirror on her bracelet. It was much more discreet than pulling out a mirror every time she had an egomaniacle urge.

The girl let out a small giggle, though it was half forced. So, not only was he cute, but he was a lower class jock, too. Very nice, if she did say so herself. She wasn't terribly attracted to the other jocks, anyway, however the others were quite nice. Though she was assuming that "run" meant "run" which lead to "track and field" which meant one thing in her head: "hot." They were almost as nice as swimmers.

"So what are you, some big track start or something?" Once again, she closed the gap between them by about an inch, resting her chin on her hand and her elbow on the barrier between them, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "Because if you are, I haven't heard of you." But then, she was new around there, so why would she have had heard of him?

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He rolled his eyes when she said all guys were the same when it came down to the wire. "Okay, so maybe most of us are. But so are girls" he retorted. It was true. They all played the same games, in the end.

He burst out laughing when she asked if he was a track star. He couldn't help it. The idea was so ridiculous. Well, maybe not. He had simply said run. "Definitely not" he responded. Running monotonously for miles and miles...Maybe jumping over a hurdle every once in a while. No thanks. Give him a ball any day, any kind of ball. "I play soccer" he responded. "And no, you probably haven't heard of me. I just moved from Louisiana." He gave a slight nod.

For being a Louisiana boy, he didn't have much of an accent. He had never really picked it up, for whatever reason, he supposed because they had been around all sorts of people, most of whom didn't have a southern accent. He had also picked up soccer, which was a little surprising for a small town Louisiana boy. They played mostly football down there. the nearest soccer league had been a half an hour away, but he had loved it, so it was worth the price. Well, for him, anyway, maybe not for his parents. and it had definitely been worth it for them when he started getting pretty well known. Actually, he rather hoped to make a career from the sport. He wasn't sure he was good enough, but he planned to work at it. That would only work, though, if he actually started running. Maybe he'd better get on that....