secrets better left unsaid. [romantic x mintie]

[detox__]

• This class? Disgusting. This school? Even more disgusting? But these people? Oh, she almost wanted to hurl up her fruit salad. Don't even dare get her started on this disgustingly vile school, no matter how prestigious it supposedly was, it didn't matter, this class filled with all these disgusting kids made her sick to her stomach. Thank God at least two of her other friends had also been slapped with this wretched class as well; Photography and Art Design. She had no intention of being in this class, but it didn't matter now, because she figured if it was an easy grade then that's what she would stick around for. That didn't mean she would enjoy it however. Long, olive skinned legs crossed as Gwennifer leaned forward, she was still quite pissed as the teacher droned on about putting them in groups of two for a partner group. Blah blah blah, photography means blah blah, so groups of two that I have set up blah blah. Whatever. All she knew was that she better be with one of her friends.
  
  The names being called out and people already groaning occasionally at who they were partnered with, Gwen glanced up from her black, red and white cheer leading uniform when her name was called out. "Gwen Davies? You're with miss blah blah." Rolling her eyes and plainly knowing that this wasn't one of her friends, she turned her head and looked directly at the girl who she was partnered with, jaw dropping as the blond haired girl looked back to her teacher. Never. Never in her life would she ever be a partner with that thing. Standing up immediately, her white shoes hit the floor and her skirt moved swiftly as she walked toward her teacher who had finished naming off the groups. "Um, I think you've made a mistake. I'm definitely not paired with her, right?" Gwen could not see her paired with the school's resident geek, grimacing when he nodded his head and stated that she had heard correctly, guiding her to the table to sit next to the girl and discuss their theme. Watching him walk away and glaring daggers in the back of his head, she turned her head to look at the girl with fierce blue eyes, "Don't think that just because we're so called partners that we're friends and don't think you can go and tell your little weird friends that we're buddies now either." Great way to start off anything, Gwen.[/list:u]

 

[Romantic[Dream]]

So she was the school geek. So what? She had grades. She had her own fun. And when college came about, she'd be much more popular. Because college wasn't such a superficial mess as high school was. Less cliches too. The only real groups in college were frats, sororities, stoners, and the other 90% of the students. This was her last year. She just had to mop up a required history and english course before she could stop coming to school and still graduate. So she took classes she thought would be fun. Like photography and art design. Because they were easy, and had fun projects.

But the fun was spoiled when she was paired up with Gwen Davies. At first, she didn't care. Gwen was a cheerleader, but that was all she knew about the girl. But she was about to learn a whole lot more when the cheerleader got up and started complaining like a spazoid. She thought that they could just work together and get everything done as fast as possible so they could stick to their respective business. But then the girl had the gall to think that she was so desperate for attention that she was going to cling to the cheerleader like she was the only friend she had.

Total, complete, bitch. 937% of a daily serving in every word.

She glared off to the side at the wall. Dressed in a Japanese school uniform with a long skirt and a jacket, she was rather conservative in dress. Her petite body wasn't like Miss Bitch's. Of course, she had glasses. And short greyish purple hair in a simple bob cut with longer than normal bangs. "Keep it down. You're making a pointless ruckus. We can just finish the project as fast as possible and go about our separate lives... Shit..."

The girl's name? Toriya Misako.

 

[detox__]

• Eyes still narrowed and piercing daggers without a sense of care, the female rolled her eyes as she tried to call it something of a 'pointless ruckus' as though the girl wanted to be partnered with her anyway. . Wait now, it was entirely the other way around. Gwen Davies was top notch, and every girl wanted to be friends with Gwen, despite if they could yet to admit it. Her curvy frame wiggling only slightly in the chair, turning her head to the board as though she hadn't heard a word this girl had said, crossing her firm legs, "What life you have anyway." Of course she had to get her last comment in, turning her head to look at the odd hair colored girl before deciding they may as well be partially civil while going about this project. Neither of them wanted a failing grade just because they couldn't tolerate one another. "First of all, where do you want to do this?" Waving her hand toward the board where pointer tips had been written for them to follow, the general impression was for a lot of this project to be done outside of school, because evidently there wasn't enough expression lying within these walls. .
  
  You got that right. Tugging at the skirt of her cheer leading uniform, her eyes fiercely looked back to Toriya, mentally surprised she even remembered the girl's name if that's what it was in the first place, "And if we're going to be partners, we need to work around my. . Each others schedule." The facts of this were stated clearly, Gwen evidently having no problem with showing anyone directions and saying things that needed to be said up front. She had never been anything short of brash, her faint British accent sliding in on the occasion to her words, it was simply by being brought up in Liverpool and her parents that it had stuck with her throughout her life. However, the school's head cheer leader was no pale, scrawny British girl. No, she was, to put it plainly, a bombshell. Thankfully, there was a difference between that and a general slut, which Gwen often was not, though there had been a couple of incidents. . Never mind that, back to this worthless project. [/list:u]

 

[Romantic[Dream]]

Misako, which was her first name, didn't really care. Cheerleader was a bitch. Go figure. American stereotype holds true. This was one of the many reasons she preferred to go by her last name of Toriya. Being a transfer student, she'd probably get to go back to Japan next year. She was half-American, but her father was Japanese, so she got the better name. Being named something like 'Stephanie Cox' would have been a disastrous occurrence.

"We'll do this after the next American Football game. Should be good enough to get some of your cali-girl 'oh my god, gag me with a spoon' expressions." She shrugged rather nonchalantly, her voice even and uninterested in anything the cheerleader had to say. Although Misako was in the know enough to be able to assume that there was going to be a party after the game and cheerleaders were the first on the list to enter along with the football players. "I'm not really open until then. My schedule is far busier than yours. Unlike you, I actually study sometimes..."

 

[detox__]

• Rolling her eyes as the female tried to insult her intelligence, and for that matter the way at which people had so commonly stereotyped cheer leaders, Gwen was not even from California, so how stupid did she just sound. Wanting to vomit even at that, she snickered to herself, bangs dusting over her eyelids as she turned her face back to the female who had so plainly been talking in her monotone voice. The football game tonight had her booked up, deciding to ignore the idea of her capturing so called 'gag me with a spoon' expressions that she had yet to make or even let come out of her pretty little mouth. Chewing her gum faithfully however, the thought of a party slipping into her mind, she would simply have to work her schedule around it, unfortunately. However, when this girl decided to let something of, once again, unimportance come out of her mouth, Gwen laughed lightly as if she had said something funny, "Of course it is!"
  
  Ha, yeah right. Her schedule busier than Gwen's? Not in her lifetime. "We'll meet beside the bleachers then, because otherwise I will totally forget about you and this project will never get done." She stated after having her laugh, clicking an ink pen from her bag and snatching up the other girl's hand, she scribbled her phone number in the palm before tilting her head as if on cue with the bell. "Remember it, kay?" Blowing a bubble shortly after moving out of the seat, her curvy figure moved to join her friends, each of them sharing a laugh about something or another before exiting the classroom.[/list:u]

 

[Romantic[Dream]]

It was that time of the week. The game against whoever it was. Big, sweaty men beating on other bug sweaty men. Misako had never been able to appreciate men like that. They were all muscles and no grace. She had her camera with her, aiming snap shots at her partner while she did her thing. Without her knowing she was having her photos taken, she'd be able to get her true emotions. Right now, joy as she did her high kicks and cheers. She even managed to get a panty shot so she could embarrass her later. Gwen Davies, bitch cheerleader of the school. It'd be nice to see her pissed off.

When the game ended, she was already behind the bleachers, hidden a good ways off with her zoom lens on. She was hiding from the girl. Cuz then the cheerleader would be pissed. More expressive shots that way. Maybe she'd be confronted by one of her football playing meathead boy toys. Or some friends. Then she could get some more shots of different expressions. See, even if the girl was going to be pissed, they'd still get a good grade from the great expression shots.

 

[detox__]

• The football game was something she was used to, typical to say the least. Gwen was used to the high kicks and being thrown into the air and caught perfectly to cause the crowd to chant with excitement, those were all the things that came with a football game; Not to mention the game itself. Stretching her arms in the air and waving her pom poms to the crowd, the female had yet to see that Asian girl within the crowd, though she wasn't looking, knowing it would be one more thing past thinking about her to fuck up her perky mood. Several school chants and more of being thrown into the air later, the football game was over and the group of females huddled up for discussion of tonight's party. Leaning down and touching her toes to pop a few bones out of habit, Gwen was semi - circled by her friends in no time, their team having won the game and the cheerleaders having done pretty damn good themselves.
  
  "Oh my god, the party tonight is going to be amazing!" One of them stated, only a few of them noticing a rather bulky quarterback find himself behind Gwen, taking a slap to her firm rear. A squeak emerging from the girl as she hadn't heard him come up behind her, the other girls giggled knowingly before wiggling their fingers at her and her other 'friend'. "Gwennie babe. You're going to the party tonight, right?" Though she would have enjoyed going, and where his hand was roaming as he moved to stand in front of her as one hand resided on her ass, the other steeping to the front of her skirt, Gwen puffed her cheeks out softly before stating sourly, "I have a project to do." And the conversation continuing faintly on that note, with a kiss to her cheek, the female directed herself to the locker rooms to go and get her bag, everyone else having already cleared out of the area.[/list:u]