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Honey-Bee
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 18, 2018
A trouble maker, a hooligan. Elijah Roads couldn’t even tell you the amount of time he had visited the principals office that month let alone over the course of his whole high school life. Some people might blame it on his parents divorce or how his short, slender physique had once upon a time made him perfect cannon fodder for testosterone fuelled jocks who liked to be the total cliche and shove freshmans heads down toilets. Ely would tell them to ‘stop fucking psychoanalysing him because he doesn’t play by their rules, because he didn’t fit in that box they decided was ‘socially acceptable’.
Sure he swore like a sailor, played his music too loud, enjoyed rebelling against authority and liked to get high but Elijah was anything but dumb. It took him little to no effort to pass his classes, which was fortunate seen as he didn’t particularly put much effort into anything besides practicing the guitar. He lost count of the amount of times teachers would harp on about how he was wasting away his talents, his opportunities but to Ely nothing sounded worse than suffering through several more years of schooling for little to no reward. The young blonde wasn’t under any illusions, he knew that the consequences of failing at becoming the next Jimi Hendrix was ending up in some dead end job with shitty pay but it was worth the risk.
Despite the fact he was only 5’6” he was actually quite popular amongst the girls and not just because he was a lead guitarist in a band. It could mostly be attributed to the rise in popularity of Korean pop idols amongst the girls, ‘pretty boy’ was in and despite his love of rock, the several piercings in his left ear and tongue, Elijah Roads was perhaps the ‘prettiest’ boy in school. His skin was so silky and clear it resembled porcelain. Big, dark chocolate brown eyes framed with thick eyelashes. Soft, shaggy blonde hair that just reached his shoulders, matched with a small button nose and pouty lips.
Those same pouty lips were currently being chewed on as he mulled over the pros and cons. The positive was he could skip school, get high and chill out, which was overall a damn good experience but... Ely was already on his second strike, it had only been a couple weeks ago that he had been caught with a joint in his possession and as tempting as it was it wasn’t worth the risk of a third strike. The blonde knew he’d never survive jail in one piece and so it seemed he was forced to give up that one bad habit but he guessed he’d just replace it with more nicotine. “Yeah, nah I can’t risk it man” he answered, slamming shut his locker as he heard the lanky red head try to tell him that they wouldn’t get caught. Ely was pretty sure he knew the validity of that statement after being caught twice and so he decided to just walk off, flipping Korey off the moment he heard ‘pussy’ coming out of his mouth. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to go, in fact he’d rather be anywhere else, doing anything else than attending his next class. The teenager was used to teachers who bored him to death or were cranky, bitchy nearly 24/7 but he couldn’t get used to the way this particular teacher would sometimes look at him. It gave off the same sort of feeling as a lion stalking a gazelle.
Sure he swore like a sailor, played his music too loud, enjoyed rebelling against authority and liked to get high but Elijah was anything but dumb. It took him little to no effort to pass his classes, which was fortunate seen as he didn’t particularly put much effort into anything besides practicing the guitar. He lost count of the amount of times teachers would harp on about how he was wasting away his talents, his opportunities but to Ely nothing sounded worse than suffering through several more years of schooling for little to no reward. The young blonde wasn’t under any illusions, he knew that the consequences of failing at becoming the next Jimi Hendrix was ending up in some dead end job with shitty pay but it was worth the risk.
Despite the fact he was only 5’6” he was actually quite popular amongst the girls and not just because he was a lead guitarist in a band. It could mostly be attributed to the rise in popularity of Korean pop idols amongst the girls, ‘pretty boy’ was in and despite his love of rock, the several piercings in his left ear and tongue, Elijah Roads was perhaps the ‘prettiest’ boy in school. His skin was so silky and clear it resembled porcelain. Big, dark chocolate brown eyes framed with thick eyelashes. Soft, shaggy blonde hair that just reached his shoulders, matched with a small button nose and pouty lips.
Those same pouty lips were currently being chewed on as he mulled over the pros and cons. The positive was he could skip school, get high and chill out, which was overall a damn good experience but... Ely was already on his second strike, it had only been a couple weeks ago that he had been caught with a joint in his possession and as tempting as it was it wasn’t worth the risk of a third strike. The blonde knew he’d never survive jail in one piece and so it seemed he was forced to give up that one bad habit but he guessed he’d just replace it with more nicotine. “Yeah, nah I can’t risk it man” he answered, slamming shut his locker as he heard the lanky red head try to tell him that they wouldn’t get caught. Ely was pretty sure he knew the validity of that statement after being caught twice and so he decided to just walk off, flipping Korey off the moment he heard ‘pussy’ coming out of his mouth. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to go, in fact he’d rather be anywhere else, doing anything else than attending his next class. The teenager was used to teachers who bored him to death or were cranky, bitchy nearly 24/7 but he couldn’t get used to the way this particular teacher would sometimes look at him. It gave off the same sort of feeling as a lion stalking a gazelle.