Blake Silverstein

It was distressing to see Brandon look so scared and lost. I was also embarrassed to see how terrified he was of me. Was i really that bad a friend? I pitied him. He looked so small and powerless, I had to remind myself of what he'd done. That he was in fact in the wrong, not me. I swallowed my guilt and stood back, allowing Brandon and Archie to face each other. They were both pretty pathetic, staring at their shoes, shoulders slumped and hearts racing, ready to take flight,
"Go on," i muttered as I pulled out a f@g, lighting it successfully. this whole lets be friends thing was beginning to make me impatient, but i had promised Archie i wouldn't hurt anyone. And even if I did, who would it be? The innocent queer or the guilty best friend?
John put a reassuring hand on Archie's shoulder and he looked up to face Brandon. Brandon wasn't a scary looking kid, never was really. He was fair skinny -earning him his famous nickname- but big with short brown curls. He looked like any other kid in the year, except for when he smiled. When Beanpole murphy laughed, or smiled, it was a maleficent sight. It was like all the crazy hidden inside the boy was suddenly realised. This mocking smile was the one he flashed Archie when they finally faced each other, and i felt it turn my gut slightly. Then much to my surprise he started to laugh. John's face flushed a tomato red and i saw the veins popping on his head.
'What are you laughing at?" He said, growing angry. Very angry. And he pushed by Archie and marched up to Brandon, his face so close he could probably feel the heat of Brandon's breath on his cheek. I perked up, ready ti intervene when suddenly Brandon's laughter seemed to break up in a series of gasps and I realised that he wasn't jeering but crying. Brandon collapsed onto a bench in the green and buried his face into his hands, trying to stop the free flow. John and I stood, dumbfounded. We had no idea what to do.
This time it was Archie's turn to react, he approached Beanpole, his face blank and sat next to him.

Archie Harris

Brandon stared at me for a second, eyes red, trying to control his jagged breathing pattern. I slapped him.
"Arc-" Blake and John protested behind me. Brandon was still.
"That was for the two r@pe attempts and trying to kill me." I snarled, watching the tears pool over his lower lash line. The anger subsided and turned to the pity I'd come here with. The sharp intake of breath could have come from either of us as I pulled him into a hug, surprising even myself. "and this is for all the sh!t you've had to go through, I guess." I mumbled into his shoulder.
"get off me, f@g, I thought you didn't want to-" He shrugged me off; Blake was stood right before us in a flash.
"That's not cool, Beanpole. His name's Archie." He growled, trying to remain as neutral as possible. Brandon shifted uncomfortably. "Fine. Archie, thought you didn't like me." His voice was bitter.
"I hardly know you." I explained.
"He can hardly fu(k someone when he only knows their name." John added. Brandon stood up.
"What he did with you, isn't it?" He said, shoving John back. "Stay out of this." John looked back at me and Blake, realising he wasn't needed, and slunk over to lean by the fence.
"You can go now." Brandon turned back to us, shrugging in a defeated manner. "You win. I fu(ked up and posted the video. Get off my lawn, you've had your gloat." His shoulders sagged as he shot one last desperate look at Blake before turning to go inside.
"Beanpole!" Blake called, jogging after Brandon. "Arch, go wait with John." he instructed as he hurried past, catching Brandon's sleeve in the doorway. "Mate, please, It's not like that-" He started to explain. Brandon's stance softened a little as he listened. I made my way over to John and we waited.

Blake Silverstein Maybe it was that last glance Brandon shot me before turning his back, Like a rejected puppy, cast away from it's owner. Abandoned. I recognised it because I guess thats how I felt after Aidan. He abandoned me, took the easy way out when we were supposed to be in this together. I was supposed to be Beanpole's friend, and some sh!tty friend it turned out to be. He walked up the steps to his house and I couldn't stand it much longer, I called out for him to stop.
"mate, please, it's not like that," I said as I jogged towards him, trying to intervene his departure.
Brandon's hand hesitated on the doorknob, but I knew he wasn't going to turn it. Turning it meant isolation.
"What is it like then, huh?" he said, his voice dripping with cynicism, he cocked his head to face me, eyes squinted but still meeting mine. This was it. My shot, and I couldn't blow it.
"I ah-" I ran I hand through my hair, it was wet with sweat but I kept going, trying to find the words. "don't feel alone, k buddy? cuz you got me in your corner. an' I don't like- I don't mind about the whole g@y thing-" I hesitated, breaking I contact for just a moment, "I mean unless you have a crush on me then it's-"
"woah there!" Brandon cut me short, laughing, "yeah your not my type."
I raised an eyebrow, "Oh so now I'm not good enough?"
"its almost like you want me to like you... interesting.." Brandon said slyly,
"what! No- I just-" My face was blushing more then it probably should have been, but at least Brandon was his usual laughing self again.
"I'm just messing with you man." he said, his cocky smile flashing as he leaned on the door frame, "so you hanging with them now?"
I nodded, which made me embarrassed, which made me feel guilty for feeling embarrassed, which made me hate myself even more somehow.
"I think they're waiting on you."
"You sure your- you know- alright?" I asked, not wanting to leave him alone If he wasn't.
"in fine really, nothing a joint won't help me with." He nodded, hit me on the arm and turned the door knob.
As I watched him vanish behind the door, I heard Archie call for me and I turned to walk towards them. But I wasn't satisfied. Beanpole was going to go through sh!t tomorrow at school. he knew it, I knew it. Everyone knew. If only there was a place for him where he could- fit in? there was no doubt that our friend group wouldn't want him back in, I could only imagine the disgust on Reid's face, The snarl on Hera's. he could hardly sit with Archie, not after what he did to him. He was in a dilemma.
And I was f.u.cking hungry.

Erin

I sat on my bed. Tick...Tick...Tick... I was wasting so much time. I was scared. Scared as hell. Now my mum knows I'm ga.y. Fab. If yesterday I didn't meet up with Lucia, if she didn't walk into the room, if we weren't kissing...
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(Flashback)

"OW!!!" I screeched, walking into the door. I looked at mum, she was laughing. I picked up my backpack and walked out the door. I hopped on my bike and began to cycle. There is only one place I'm going, and That's Lucia's. Why was I so frustrated? Mum hadn't done anything wrong. Well, apart from making hom.ophibic comments. That's why I was angry. I cycled up to the big brown door, number 23, and rang the doorbell.
"Erin! Come in!" Danielle said, I love Dani. So openly honest;and G.ay too.
"Hi Dani" I said Taking off my Converse and wandering upstairs. Opening Lucia's door I breathed a sigh of relief. What a great household...

I'll post more tomorrow, I need to watch an Xmas movie.

Archie Harris

"Where do you find these places?" I asked through a mouthful of rice. We were huddled in a corner of a chinese takeaway on rickety plastic chairs, warmed from the hat coming from the kitchens. It was pretty unhealthy for a lunch, but it was good and John offered to pay. I would pay him back eventually, I reassured myself. Rain had started to trickle down the glass shop front, and Blake was trying to wipe sweet and sour sauce off the back of his hand with his other hand, achieving nothing.
"I am the master of takeaway food, What can I say?" John laughed, reaching over to rub my hand, thieving a satay skewer off my plate as he withdrew. Blake shifted. Ever since we left Brandon's he'd been quiet, unsatisfied. "He's gonna get it tomorrow." He muttered suddenly, discarding a fairly clean rib bone on his plate. "You can protect him, right?" John asked, throwing a prawn cracker into his mouth then holding one out to me. I leant forwards and ate it out of his hand, earning a shocked look, then what was definitely a turned on smirk disguised. Blake didn't even notice. Once empty, I laced my fingers through his and started tracing lines over the moles on his wrist. "I don't know." He replied.
"He could always come to S A S." John pondered, pulling his phone out of his pocket as it beeped.
"He can still hang out with us. I don't mind." I joined the discussion quietly. There was no point bearing a grudge, right? He didn't actually do anything. And I didn't want to come between him and Blake.
"You sure?" Blake asked, incredulous. I nodded shyly, turning my attention to John, watching his brow furrow as he read the message.

(OOC time to get the other characters that we shoved out of the way involved, sorry we stole ur rp)

"It's D-de... I can't pronounce it." He sighed in annoyance. "But she says SAS is cancelled tomorrow."
"Why?" I asked, trying to read his screen. "Deputy head shut it down..." He scanned through the paragraph she sent, quickly typing to tell her not to apologise.
"Can't you just meet somewhere else and talk? If anyone asks then we're just a friends group." Blake shrugged. "Go to the library. No one uses the Library."
"I use the library!" John retorted indignantly. "But sure, I'll ask her."

Reid Keegan

I was following my usual route to school, down a small path cutting through the woods, the leaves from the trees covering it in a soft blanket of red and orange leaves, my boots crunching on them with every step I made. The season's were definitely changing and halloween was coming fast, a favourite holiday of mine. If there was one thing my clique knew how to do right, it was scaring the sh!t out of other people. I lifted the cigarette from my lips, letting the pale grey smoke escape from my lungs and into the air in front of me, surrounding me and blurring my vision. I breathed it back in, feeling my nerves loosen as I thought hard on what I was going to wear for our yearly halloween saunter.
Suddenly my phone began to buzz in my pocket, interrupting my thoughts and causing me to drop my cigarette in surprise.
The SAS group chat, an update from
Diervy:
Meeting in the Library @ Lunch today, and much to my distaste, Brandon Murphy will be there
I frowned, stopping in my path and squinting up at the sky. Crystal blue contrast to the yellow amber of the tree's. Brandon "Beanpole" Murphy. Just the thought of his name caused my frown to deepen, wrinkles forming on my brow. Why invite him to the club? Especially if Archie is going to be there. He was the last person I wanted to see, he gave us a bad name. I knew that the moment I walked through those prison like doors of Melchondam High I'd be hearing ***phobic comment after ***phobic comment. Although I couldn't blame it all on Brandon, That disgusting video was only feeding fuel to the fire, but it certainly wasn't helping the SAS cause, so why invite him?
soon I cleared the woods and crossed other kids on their paths to school. They mostly kept their distance, even if they didn't know me. They could tell I was one of the "bad eggs." from my skirt maybe, It was always too high according to good ol' conservative Mrs. Silverstein, Maybe it was my makeup, dark panda rings around my eyes, or maybe just primal insect that never left us after years of evolution. A pre-set pecking order, telepathy of some sort. I shook my head, day dreaming again, and cross the road with an odd thirty other people, talking gravely amongst each other, no doubt about what they were talking about, I even heard an "Ew!" Coming from the girl in the middle. I walked faster, feeling uncomfortable and found myself standing in front of the school in all its depressing glory. large stone brick building, beautiful and intimidating in the autumn season, mostly intimidating. I took a deep breath, shifted my Bag on my back and headed straight for the large double doors, shoving past a couple of girls, and into the old fashioned hall of the school. I did it. no turning back. Mostly I just wanted to find a SAS member to talk to, one because I'd had enough of these bigots, and two because I needed to slap some sense into them for invited Brandon.
"F.u.ck this sh!t" I muttered to myself, and began my search before class started.

Deirbhile (Or D)

I walk to my locker, sliding my phone into my pocket after saying that SAS was cancelled due to that bìtch of a deputy head, Ms DeLio. Rolling my eyes in a lingering annoyance, I turn to see John walking towards me, Archie and Blake lingering behind. I'm still slightly confused about how things are going, in all honesty. I tend not to hang around with all of them, kepping up with the gossip through hushed gossip through the school halls and the few comments and conversations through the SAS groupchat.
"John, hey." The corners of my lips tug upwards slightly. "What can I help you with this h0m0phobic day?" I guess you could say I'm bitter.
"Hi, Deirbhile." He glances around, his eyes checking for any potential threats or people who could overhear. "Okay, so we were thinking, because SAS is cancelled. . . Maybe we could hold it in the library?"
"The library?" I cock my head to the side slightly, thinking about the idea.
"Yeah, I go there a lot and it's fairly quiet. Mrs Mills, the librarian, is pretty much blind, as well as deaf, so she won't even notice the extra people, and won't bother us at all."
"That. . . That could work."
John smiles a bit wider, "Yeah!"
"But," I pause, "Wouldn't it be strange if several kids, of varying ages, were all hanging out at the library?"
"I guess, but if anyone asks, we're just friends being friends and hanging out."
"Okay." I nod slowly, "Okay, yeah. I'll send a message on the chat."
"Oh, and one more thing." His smile drops, wincing slightly as if bracing himself for what he's about to say, "We were thinking that maybe. . . Maybe Brandon could come?"
If I had a drink in my mouth, I would spit it out. "What?!?" My voice is louder than I wanted it to be, so I lower it, "What the fùck are you smoking, John?"
"No, no, no." John desperately pleads, as Archie and Blake walk over, clearly sensing the tension. I turn to them in disbelief, "You guys can't seriously want him to come?" I turn to Archie, "You especially!"
"Deirvs, come on." He tries, "Brandon's been through hard times-"
"He's a r@pist!" I hiss.
"But he's changed." Blake points out, and I grit my teeth in frustration.
"Just one meeting." John says, "Give him a chance."
"Isn't SAS all for accepting everyone?" Archie adds, and I sigh, bringing out my phone.
"Fine." I snap, sending a message to the groupchat, "But don't expect me to welcome him with open arms."
"We won't." Blake shakes his head almost earnestly.
John and Archie share an excited grin, and I inwardly sigh. What the actual fùck have I let myself into?
Just then, I notice Reid turn the corner, and upon her eyes landing on us, strides towards us.
"I take it she saw the message." Blake mutters, as the girl nears us, an anger in her eyes.
Well.
This is fùcking great.

Archie Harris "Reid, clam down-" Blake held his hands up in defense.
"And you actually fu(king- I can't believe-"
"Reid, you're shouting." I softly added.
"And what he did to you!" She pointed at me angrily.
"That's what I said." Deirbhile casually chipped in.
"Okay, everybody chill." John Pushed away from the locker he was leaning on. "We want Brandon to come so he doesn't get bullied in the cafeteria. He's still Blake's best friend." He explained, calmly. Reid still looked furious. "It's fine, Reid." I touched the back of her hand gingerly. She softened a little.
"Want to walk to maths with me?" She muttered.
"Sure."
I said goodbye to everyone, promising to meet them in the library, then had to jog to catch up with Reid, who had already stormed off.

(OOc I'm sorry it's short but I had an idea- I'll message u 'bout it, Deirvs.

Ray Fon
~-~
I didn't see Karma during Sunday after he left late in the morning. I didn't see him walk to school with me, either. Heck, he didn't even text me, or call me, or any other form of communication.
He better not be beating the sh!t out of someone again.
Especially Erin. He's done enough damage to her.
I do hope that her leg is better. I haven't seen her around.
Actually... I haven't seen anyone from the SAS lately.
Well, I got Deirbhile's group chat message. That's nice to know. At least someone else in the group besides Karma actually notices me-oh, wait... it's a group chat. Deep sigh of sadness.
So fortunate for me to have writing class first session because man, oh, man, sh!t has been so weird these few days. I am, well... better-than-the-average-teenager-that's-not-sixteen-yet at writing stories.
Basically, it's easy sh!t.
I counted the amount of pages for the little story I wrote-okay, four full sheets of paper written on both sides is short in my opinion, okay? Anyway, as I recounted the papers, I began thinking about the guest that will be joining us at lunch. Beanpole... I swear, people have been using his real name recently nowadays yet I keep forgetting it. B... Boris? Benjamin? Dangit, what was it...?
Someone tapped my mask, which really irritates me, and I turned quickly to my left. Maybe a bit too quickly as the student next to me almost jumps. She-great, a she-leans over and whispers, "Can I see your work? How did you write all that so quickly?"
I looked back down at my sheets, silence as my reply. I'm not letting anyone look at my work. Plagiarism was something that I despised, despite the fact that it only happened twice. What can I say? I love my stuff that I put a lot of work into. I heard her let out a disappointed sigh, and she poked me again. And again. And again.
And again.
And she keeps on doing it.
What's her name again? I'd like to give her a title that has the word "annoying" in it.
I slap her hand away and grabbed a pencil and acted like I'm checking my work. That should stop her. Whether she continued or not, I just stared down at my story and thought about Beanpole. Why is that person joining us? What if he does that sh!t back in the party again? Ugh, the memory still disturbs me. No wonder why I prefer gory movies over romantic ones.
Eventually, the bell rings for next session (thank goodness, the girl was annoying) and, like every other class I've been to, the students flooded out of the room as if they were the flood that destroyed this sh!tty hellhole of a school.
I have P.E.
Woohoo. Can't wait for the bruises.
And I can't wait for the SAS meeting.

Erin

Fashonista10, your mail box will have a message from me regarding a future post.
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Dear SAS, I won't be at SAS later. I have a hospital appointment. Text me late what happens. Anyway, I hear beanpole is coming?
-Erin

Sent.
"ERINNNNN! Hurry up!" Mum shouts.
"Calm down!!!"I answer, grabbing my pink, fluffy rucksack bag and run down the stairs. I chew my gum harder, I get terribly nervous. This appointment determines lots. As we clamber in the car I get out my phone. Reid says, Okay. Very helpful indeed. The car journey is short, five mins infact. I'm pretty pîssed that I missed the meeting. But anything to stop Beanpole being bullied. I said that I'd go in on my own, mums going to the supermarket to get dinner. I get out the car and walk to the front office.
"Hi, how can I help..."The receptionist says.
"In for the 11:30 appointment to see Dr London? Erin?" I said.
"Off you go, your appointment is now." She mumbled, it never surprises me how rude these people are. Also how this hospital is hardly ever late for appointments. I walked into room 2. Dr London sitting there, waiting.
"Hi Erin, how's the crutches going?" He said.
"Good." I sighed,
"Ok, so your results came back, and I don't really wanna tell you this but... it's not very good news."
"Ok?" I said.
"Your leg has seemed worse than we ever could imagine. How did you hut it?" He asked.
"Someone, that I was good friends with, purposely hit me with their bike an then ran away. He doesn't want to talk to anyone about it. Somehow he got away with it."
"Oh, this is more serious now. I need to tell someone about this." Dr London sighed. Going on the phone. I opened my phone, no messages. I opened instagram. Karma was posting loads of stuff, almost boasting I think. Then finally Dr London asked me a few questions.
"Okay, what's this guys name?"
"Karma, I dunno his surname but here is his Instagram profile." I showed him it. He talked to someone then put the phone down.
"Okay, were getting him sorted. Now onto your leg. As I've mentioned the break is more serious. The operation went well, but it's so much more complicated. Your leg has 99% chance of having to be amputated." He sighed."I'm so sorry."
"It's okay." I sighed.
"We've emailed your mum. Your X-ray and doctors view will be reviewed once more, if it will have to be amputated, it'll be around 3 weeks til the operation." He said. "For now, to clear up a little infection, you have to take pills 2 times a day."
"Okay," I said, picking up my bag and opening the door. "Thanks!" I said walking to the car park, I shed a little tear. If Karma never did, if... if... none of this happened?

Ray Fon

It was finally lunch time (yeees) and I escaped the nightmare of a P.E. session. Running around the oval as much as you can is barely possible unless you've been training for the moment all your life.
Or maybe it's just me.
Either way, I'm glad that lunch came around. I didn't bother looking for Karma, as I assumed that he already arrived (with him being able to go "invisible" and all). I was just about to open the door to Room 1 when I earned a buzz from my phone. I stepped to the side and leaned on the wall next to the door, taking out my phone and tapping on the notification I gained. It was from Erin... a private message. I read her text.

Erin sent you a message:
Ray, your friend Karma... he doesn't realise how severe my injury is. You probably think that I just broke my leg and it'll heal in 6 weeks, too, but there's more to it. I might tell the others later, but I'm telling you now because you're good friends with Karma (aren't you?) and I'm hoping you might know what's wrong with him...? Just... do you mind coming to my place after school ends?

Say what now? I narrowed my eyes and squeezed my phone tightly, scared for Erin. Her injury is more severe than we thought? But... it's just a crash, right?
But there's more to it.
That sentence... I really hope that she's okay.
I felt something warm touch my shoulder, making me jump and accidentally close my phone. The person simply chuckle, and with that voice, it was easy for me to realise who it was.
"Karma, you son of a b!tch," I growled, gently pushing him out of my way and entering Room 1. I saw him rolling his eyes as he walked close behind me, which gave me more reasons to dislike him-
"The meeting's in the library, idiot."
Right. I turned back around and pushed past him, making my way to the meeting in the library. He followed me with that stupid smirk of his. Now, whenever he's around, it reminds me of his unnecessary violent behaviour and what an example of a sociopath he was. My trust with him is now hanging by a thread and it could break any moment. Our friendship is slowly but surely fading away like a drawing in the sand swept away by the rising tide. I still don't understand the purpose of him hurting Erin...
The door to the library was now in sight. I quickened my pace, Karma copying my actions, and I pushed the doors, not holding it open for the person behind me. The rest of the SAS group were waiting for a few people. Deirbhile was here, John was here, next to Archie, Reid too... I guess not everyone arrived yet. Unless the rest are just looking for books in the library to kill some time. I took the free seat in between Archie and Reid, purposely trying to avoid sitting next to Karma. He walked over to the seat next to Deirbhile, right across me. Behind my mask, I glared into his eyes, burning up with a feeling that's not quite hate, but definitely not joy... Annoyance? Seems accurate, but is it? Whatever the feeling is, it got quickly replaced by the emotion of worry as the memory of Erin's message suddenly flashed in my mind. I'll meet her after school, definitely. But what about Karma? He's going to follow me home again (I'm pretty sure)...
...
...
The police are going to come today.
I need to lead them to Karma and let them deal with his behaviour. Hurting Erin like that needs the police, right...? Plus, I'm sure he damaged other people as well...

Right?

Erin  "Finally!" I said as me and Ray sat down with some Coke and biscuits. I showed him three pictures, "You see these? I've broken my leg over 3 times. That's why my leg broke as it's so weak."
"Wow..."
"But this time... well..." I started to shed a tear.
"What..." Ray said, passing me a tissue.
"This time it went too far."
"What, What, What does that mean?" He asked.
"Because I've had such bad breaks and such bad infections..." I said, breaking down in tears."'I have to get rid of my leg."
"WHATTT!!!" Ray screamed."That SONOBABISHHH!!!" He gave me a little hug to calm me down.
.
.
.
The next morning at school, me, Ray and Karma were called into the hall. At least we were missing maths. PC Brooks and Mr Buck, Mr Buck never takes time out of his headteacher business to deal with this stuff.
"Karma, Ray and Erin." He said. "Being Honest, Karma, this isn't like you." Ray nodded at Sir's statement. "And Erin... tell me what happened." PC Brooks asked.
"I was walking home from school one day, I was paying attention, and I was nearly home. Ray and my friend Lucia were just walking behind me. Then this little 'Karma' rammed his bike into my right leg. He knocked me onto The pavement, Lucia attempted to help me up. But then I fell head first an I was knocked out. Karma just ran away. Next thing I knew I was in hospital with a straight old snap through the leg for the 4th time."
"Wow, PC Brooks." Mr Buck said astonished.
"And was it on purpose?" PC asked.
"Y...Yes." Karma murmerred.
"OH MY GOD!!! KARMA!!!!!" I screamed.
"Alright Karma, and Mr Fon. Is this all true?" PC asked.
"Yes." Ray said.
"Ray, Erin. You are dismissed." Mr Buck said. "We require you at the end of the day, meet me in my office.
"Yes Sir." We chorused.

Reid Keegan

the soft thumping of my legs hitting the chair beneath me is the only sound in the entire Library. Everyone is silent. Not awkward silence, but nervous, as we had a new and mostly unwelcome guest joining us that day, and he sat amongst us, as if he were one of us. He was nothing like us, what he felt wasn't love but morbid curiosity and I hadn't the foggiest clue why we were sheltering him from the much deserved hatred everyone else in the school were willing to shed upon him. After what he did to Archie?
Brandon sat only three chairs away from me, and although they were trying to hide it, everyone was staring at him.
I tossed my head to the left, red hair flying, and eyed Archie, smiling grimly but I was trying to give him a brave face. He returned my glance with a concerned frown. For Brandon no doubt. besides I was supposed to be friends with him, what Archie didn't realise was that was what disgusted me. I knew Beanpole well, yet I wasn't able to see what kind of a person he really was. I failed SAS and we were all paying for it, but Archie in particular. He was the victim. he was also the only outed queer in the school and that meant the brunt if hatred would fall on him. disgusting.,
Finally Laura ran into the library, breaking the tension with her soft, breezy steps and heart warming smile.
"hiya! Sorry I'm late, hope I didn't hold you guys up." She said as she nestled herself in the chair next to Brandon. Was it possible she hadn't heard the news? Or was she just so saintly that she too believed he deserved another chance?
"No problem at all!" D replied, I could tell she was glad that someone started talking, and was not eager for the room to fall into that painful silence again.
"So- I ah- I think you're all very aware of Brandon." She said, waving a hand towards him, he lifted his head and nodded, a large grin planted across his face. everyone in the room replied with a shrug, a nod or a half hearted "yeah", but I scowled, glaring right into the side of his head wishing for it to explode.
D coughed nervously and continued, 'Well I think we have a lot to talk about in this meeting er- who'd like to go first" I wanted to raise my hand, to spit fire at Brandon and put him in his place but I held my tongue. For Archie and for Laura, because I cared about what the thought of me and I didn't want Brandon to suddenly become the victim, but if he says anything at all to annoy me there's no doubt I'll have to take him down a peg.

Archie Harris

I tried to think of something useful to say, anything important enough to go first, but I kept coming up blank.
Thank god for John.
"What did the Deputy head say to you, exactly, Deirvs?" He watched her intensely, but his tone was questioning and a little playful, a refreshing contrast to the stern, jumpy atmosphere in the room. Reid relaxed noticeably, and we all made the appropriate shocked or dismayed noises as Deirvs told her story.
Brandon didn't say anything.
By the end, Blake was muttering to himself furiously, shaking his head. For some reason, I was finding it quite funny. He reminded me of politicians when they had to react to lower class economic struggles, when it didn't affect them and they didn't care, but they still tried to act upset. At least he was trying to relate to us, though. "You, Ok, arch?" John asked quietly, breaking away from the group discussion, flicking my cheek gently. "You're grinning like an idiot." He broke into a smile of his own.
"Just glad everything's improving." I shrugged, poking him in retaliation. We started a small war, but I stopped when I noticed Reid watching us in amusement from across the table.

(OOC IK it's suuupppeerrr short, and I wanted to make a WIP but I'm away for a couple of days and won't be able to finish it- I don't want to hold the RP up. Hope I don't have too much to catch up on when I get back, tty all soon!)

Ray Fon

I laid my head on the table, not knowing how to join the large group discussion. What am I supposed to talk about, huh? I can only talk to at least one or two people, not... I don't know, five or six. That's too much talking for me. I looked up at Karma, who was chattering quite joyfully with Deirbhile. I tried spotting other people that didn't say anything. Brandon was pretty silent, but I'm scared to talk to him. Plus, he's decently far from me. Archie was talking with John, like always (They're so cute together, I'm jealous). Blake was talking to himself, I'm assuming. Laura was silent-nope, she's starting a conversation with Reid.
I'm too tired to list the other people on this table.
...
And I said that "I can't wait for the SAS meeting."
I am so bored.
I looked up again, meeting Karma's eyes staring right into my mask. He was smiling at me. He was waiting for me to speak to him.
"Stop staring at me, it's creepy..." I muttered quietly, which I assumed that he didn't hear. I looked away for a few seconds before glancing back at him. He keeps on staring at me. So disturbing.
"Fine, what's wrong?" I faced him fully and waited for his reply.
He just kept on staring at me.
"Stop it."
He stares.
"Stop."
He stares.
"Stahp."
He stares and lets out a small laugh. Eventually, he replies, "No."
"Stop it, I don't like it!" That's what little kids are supposed to say, not high schoolers! Karma's making me act younger... Or maybe it's just me.
He rests his chin on his hand and finally moved his eyes somewhere else (thank you). I glimpsed in the direction he was staring towards, spotting Archie and John acting all cute and fluffy. I can't tell if I admire their adorableness, or if I'm jealous of it. Either way, I'm starting to give up hope on winning Archie's heart. I'm starting to think that he deserves to be with John. He's obviously a great person to be around.
I face back to Karma, who was smiling at me. I asked him, "What's wrong with them?"
He shrugs but replies, "Their getting closer. They're probably more closer than you think. You want Archie, right?"
"Not desperately..." I looked down at my hands, my fingers slowly curving. "If he's happier with John, he should be with John."
Karma whispered something that I couldn't hear, and when I asked what he said, he rolled his eyes and leaned forward. He whispered, "But what about Brandon? A.K.A. Beanpole? He's getting in between their friendship, right?"
The video flashed in my mind and I quickly covered my mask with my hands, trying to forget about it. "Yeah, shut up about it, please." He laughed as he moved back into his seat.
"I'm going to talk to John after this meeting," I heard him say. "We're getting pretty close, if I do say so myself. We're pretty okay friends, though we haven't been talking a lot lately. I'd like to know him more, for two reasons."
And then curiosity got the better of me. "What two reasons?" But, unfortunately for me, Deirbhile clapped her hands as a way to stop all the talking. Everyone's attention was moved to her. She begins talking, "Well, I see that we're all talking, but there's a reason that Brandon's joining us, remember?" She turns her head towards Beanpole. "Would you like to say anything?"
Silence.
Cold, awkward silence.
Short, but long enough for me to get uncomfortable.
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(OOC: And then I don't know what else to add...)