forum The Yin To My Yang

Started December 14, 2019 by Deleted user

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Evelyn was trying not to fall asleep in math class. Her hand holding up her head as she slumped into it. Today she wore a hoodie and sweats. Nothing pretty, nothing cute. She had gone to a wild party last night and didn't sleep very much at all, and now was paying for it with a hang over and 3 tests that same day. Now. She sat exactly 3 seats in front of Lucas, and she could hear him playing with the rubber band, her ears focusing on the twanging sound of it, to drown out the droning of the math teacher.

Lucas has long since given up on trying to comprehend math. The only reason he showed up in class was the teacher was actually a pretty decent human for once. He sat with his legs on top of the desk and his body leaning back in the chair, playing with a rubber band, when an idea crossed his mind. An evil smirk spread over his face, searching for a target until his eyes settled on the back of Evelyn's head. With a final wish of accuracy, Lucas launched the rubber band directly at his target.

It smacked her in the back of the head, waking her up. "What the hell?" "Language Evelyn." "Sorry Mr. Smith. What in the fresh fucking hell?" She picked up the rubber band, and turned around, glowering at Lucas. Today was not a good day to mess with her. She shot it back, flipped him off, and put her head in her arms, giving up on math.

Lucas clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Looks like the princess doesn't want to play. Oh well," he muttered to himself. After a moment of thinking, he decided to make it up to her.
Oh Dear Eve, I may not be you Steve, but I'm not blind. I may not be kind, but even I can see that you aren't as happy as you can be. So the question is, how are you? Maybe I can help bring a smile or two. ;)
He scribbled that out on a note, attached it to another rubber band, and sent this one at her again, hoping she'd be smart enough to check the rubber band.

"Princess? Exca-use ME I'm not no prissy little basic white bitch, Emo wanna be." She retorted back angrily. "Evelyn this is your last warning, please just let me teach class." She sighed and picked up the paper, and read it over. "Ha! How cheesy." She flipped the note over and wrote on the back. ' I haven't been happy since I can remember, not since that fateful September. How you can tell I'll never know, is it that obvious? Fuck rhyming. I don't know why you want to be friends, we're complete opposites but sure. What the hell.' She flung it back, and then the teacher said it was to pack up. Luckily math was the last period of the day. She put her stuff away, put on her headphones, blasted some rock, and waited for the bell to ring. Feeling like crap wasn't going to keep her from enjoying good music.

(So sorry for dropping off the map, Ev. This week is finals week and oh boy I am not okay)

Lucas rolled his eyes at her retort, though he did find it a bit amusing the amount of patience the teacher had for her outbursts. He smiled as he finished reading the response she sent back, and readied another note and rubber band.
I originally wasn't going to go, but there's a party at Sean's tonight. If a popular girl like you is actually willing to be friends with one of the punks, might as well do it on your own turf. Sound like a fun time to hang out?
And with that, he sent the final note flying, seemingly indifferent, though inside he didn't know why his heart was beating like a butterfly's wings.

'Hey hey hey, I'm one of the punks. Jeeze. But sure. I'm willing to be seen with you. Better then half the guys that want to be with me' She walked over and set the note on the desk, and sat on the table of the desk next to him, tucking back her pixie cut. She wore ripped jeans and a band t-shirt on. "You are an Emo and I am…a punk wanna-be. I don't have the cash to be full out punk. Jeeze, get your terms right." She rolled her eyes in annoyance, and checked her phone. "Oh ew a dick pic. Why do guys think I like that?" She sighed and blocked the number.

He chuckled, "Eh, terms are whatever, doesn't mean you're any less popular than you are," he adjusted his position to face her. His facial expression went from amused to disgust at the mention of dick pics. "I don't know any more than you do."

She rolled her eyes, kicking her feet back and forth. "I am not popular. That would mean everyone likes me, my name would be something like Brittany or Chelsey, and my mothers name would be something like Sheryl or Karen. I just annoy people enough that basically everyone knows me."

"Ah ah ah, I'm using the dictionary definition of popular, which means well-known or infamous, not the stereotypical definition. Ya weirdo," he teased, being cut off as the final bell rang, signaling the school day was finally over.

"Well nerd, you've gotta give better context clues." She hopped off the desk and walked briskly out the door, not waiting on anyone.

"Nerd, huh?" He smiled to himself as he packed up at a slower rate, and left the classroom as the second to last person to leave.

Evelyn was already outside, sitting beneath a tree, passing around a joint with a wide smile on her face.