Prom Week discussion

It was perhaps a little too early in the morning for some people, but the gym was open, and if people happened to walk by and were listening closely, they'd hear someone in there shooting some hoops. And if they were given a chance to guess who it was, their first choice would be Haydn. Haydn always came to school an hour early just to get some practice in before classes. People thought he was a dedicated athlete, but in all honesty, Haydn was there just to let off a little steam. His father had lectured him that morning about...something that he couldn't exactly remember, but that was hardly his fault seeing how one lecture bled into another to him. It probably had to do with school or Alexis, both things that Haydn never had any control over, so the best way to deal with the stress that had been brought by yet another lecture brought specially from Antoine Henri Beauclerc was by shooting some hoops and running around until he was too tired to care anymore. It was the only way to deal with anything in his life lately; if something wasn't going the way he planned, Haydn went straight to the gym or even the weights room just to let off a little steam, anything to calm him down before he had to deal with the rest of the day.

Lexi would often spend her mornings in the gym. Perhaps a little sad, considering that there was a range of places she could be. But she liked the gymnasium, in some respects at least. It was mostly the atmosphere that got her. The way that even when games weren't being played, and the whole expanse of the place was completely empty that she could still feel the competitiveness around her. The excited, anticipating feel that a game brought. Sure, it was just a gym; but Lexi had a knack for looking into stuff much more than was intended in the first place. A minor quirk she had. Often she would sketch there. It was a safe place, especially in the morning. After all, what person would spend their school morning in a gynasium? But apparently, as she entered she realised that of course there had to be someone. And that person just so happened to be Haydn Beauclerc. Top of the school Haydn Beauclerc. Haydn Beauclerc the only boy that had caught her eye since arriving at the school. The guy that could crush her like a bug beneath his shoe Hadyn Beauclerc. Him. She froze up as she caught sight of him, seeming glued in the position momentarily before slowly, almost hesitantly beginning to back out in the direction she had come in.

Haydn heard the door to the gymnasium creak open, but he didn't look over right away as he dribbled the ball down the court, towards one of the metal hoops that taunted him as if telling him he had no chance of dunking the orange ball in his hands. However, with a smirk, Haydn jumped up and scored a slam dunk; for a few second, he hung by the rim, his body swaying as his took in large gulps of air before letting go and landing gracefully on his feet. Finally turning around, he spotted a girl backing out, but he shrugged not caring if she stayed or left. He would do his thing and she could do whatever she wanted to do--as long as she didn't get in his way. By now, Haydn felt relatively calmer, calm enough to face his friends and his "girlfriend." The thought of Alexis nearly made him gag, which he knew was a bad thing but he couldn't help what he felt about her--or in this case lack of what he felt towards her.
There was no love there.
No warm fuzzy feelings when she was around.
Whenever he would kiss her, it didn't even turn him on.
Sure, Alexis was hot, and he was lucky to be with her--or so people told him--, but Haydn just wasn't feeling it. There was nothing there and he was growing very tired of being in such a hollow relationship.

Lexi chewed on her bottom lip in a somewhat nervous manner as she paused, watching him acknowledge her before returning to his activity. She thought that in all cases, sport could be mesmerizing if played correctly. The swoop of an arm trowing a ball, the clutch of a hand on an object or the way footsteps pounded--or in this case echoed-- against the floor beneath them. She herself had never been one for sports, in fact, in simple terms, she sucked at them. She always seemed to trip over her own feet, and instead of being graceful, she felt more like some type of gangly giant. A thing of which she was far from.
It appeared, in Lexi's opinion, that he wasn't to fussed of whether she went or stayed, and so she decided to stick to her daily routine; edging around the basketball court and stepping up into the top of the bleachers, gingerly seating herself in the middle of the row of shiny blue bench like seats. She fished around in her bag for only a few seconds before retrieving her sketchbook, along with just one, simple HB pencil. Lexi gazed up at Haydn only for a moment before letting her gaze drift down to the blank page now in front of her, gently beginning to brush the tip of the lead along the paper.

(@Chloe
No it's cool I've just been lazy lately. xP I'll go ahead and post.)

Haydn didn't pay any attention over at the girl simply because she wasn't his type. She was okay looking, but not quite his type to put it simply. Even though it made him look like a pig, Hadyn was into those girls with long blonde hair--he rarely ever went after a brunette--, big blue--or green--eyes, world class breasts, ass that won't quit and legs that go all the way up. It was bad but Hadyn couldn't help what he liked. He was a picky guy and there was nothing anyone could do about it, even though he was currently in a relationship with little miss perfect, who was a brunette.

After shooting a few more baskets, Haydn decided it was time for him to shower and get ready for class though he didn't really feel like being in school in the first place. Putting the ball away with the other in the big metal crate, Haydn headed towards the locker rooms to shower and change into sweat free clothes. Once he was done, he grabbed his backpack and headed out of the gym and into the hallway, which was still crowded with quite a few people making their way to class.

Ian had gotten a note about meeting someone in the gym. He wasn't sure who left the note in his locker, but by the handwriting he figured it was a girl. Normally, Ian didn't do what notes told him to do because he didn't give enough fucks to do this sort of thing. However one of his rare friends told him that he should go for fun, just to humor the poor girl that sounded like she had sort of school girl crush on him. Even though he was a jackass that didn't give shit about most girls in Salem High, Ian hoped that this girl, whoever she was, wouldn't show up. He didn't want to hurt her just because he didn't want to end up getting hurt. It sucked keeping people an arm's length away, but Ian wasn't exactly going to change anytime soon, he he had no choice but to go through with this. So there he was, walking to the gym, though he wasn't sure why she picked the gym of all places.

Walking in, Ian noticed a girl there, but he highly doubted that Aurora of all people was the girl he was there to met. Yeah right. Little miss popular? Nope, not in a million years. And if it happened to be her, Ian had no problem pushing her away with a ten foot pole, preferably off a cliff or something. Yeah, he was not her biggest fan in the least. Raising a brow at her, he sort of watched her before letting his blue eyes roam around the gym in search of this girl he was supposed to meet. He was expecting a little freshman girl with braces because those were the only sort of girls that liked a guy like him. But no such girl was in sight, which made him think she chickened out. Great, now what was he going to do?

Walking across the large high school campus gave Gage some valuable time to think away from everyone else. Through the grass, the morning dew long dried, his footsteps muffled. He walked slowly, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He closed his eyes and with a smirk on his face took a deep, fresh breath of cool air. You're doing great. He reminded himself, actually he reminded himself daily of the small joy life. He has tried for years to look on the positive side of life, but it hasn't always been easy. From the day he was taken into foster care with Ellie and Ryan to the first day of school when he had his lunch dumped on his head. He could still vividly remember the the Prego Red Sauce sticking in chunks in his hair folicles for days afterwards. He shook the thoughts of the past from his mind and wandered over to where he was intended to be going. He had thought about going home, but he honestly didn't want to go see Ellie washing dishes and Ryan complaining about which football team was going to win. Instead, he decided around two hours ago that he would go to the Gymnasium of Salem High. He had taken gym class once and it had been utter hell, but he liked the way the gym felt. The cool air floating around his fingertips, keeping the players on the court refreshed. The way the lights seemed to always be overdone, blinding you when you first come in. It all felt so normal. With that motivation in Gage's mind he picked up his slow pace until he reached the front door of the Gymnasium as the sun slowly sunk beneath the horizon.

Entering the Gymnasium was just like Gage had predicted, the lights were blinding so he put his arm over his eyes to escape the moment's discomfort. Once the light faded from his pupils and the realization that he was leaving the door wide open, mosquitoes and insects starting to explore the new enviornment, he quickly shut the heavy blue door. Gage walked in further, but trying to keep a low profile as he noticed that he wasn't alone in this room. It was filled with people he had seen around in the halls and some he didn't recongize at all. He made his way across the squeaky floor, his shoes making obnoxious noises all the way through. He swore sharply under his breath as he made his way to the blue bleachers. Taking two steps at a time he climbed the short steps, taking a seat about two-thirds of the way down, keeping an eye on all the people in the room. He folded his hands and rested them in his lap, enjoying the sounds of balls hitting the floor, people shouting directions and just so many people not caring about a thing in the world at once.

This day was turning out to be one of the worst and it had barely started. Her dad had called this morning and, while that normally would have her bouncing off the walls, he hadn't been bearing good news. Apparently, the doctor's bills from her mother were beginning to pile up. And he needed a favor: Big surprise there. Unlike what she'd first thought upon seeing his caller ID, it hadn't simply been a call just to talk to his one and only daughter. It hurt, in all honestly. The fact that she barely heard from him at all, maybe once or twice a year. And even then, it was never just to say hi. Just to ask how Serena was doing, or to make sure his daughter was even still alive. Nope, he pretty much only called when it would somehow benefit him. Serena had been blind to it for so long and to suddenly have the realization forced upon her? Yeah, it hurt like a bitch. The normally so carefree blonde walked into the gymnasium, her hair wet from a late shower and her bag hanging from her shoulder. The spring in her step, which had been there since day one in coming to Salem High, was currently absent. The only visible bounce she had was in her ponytail and that wasn't exactly something Serena had any control over. Have to love the hair product.

Forcing a smile on her face, her familiar Serena beam that seemed so light and problem-free, she adjusted her tote on her shoulder. Walking over to the bleachers, she sat her bag down on one of the lower beams. Her tuxedo, almost corset-type top flashed under the florescent lighting along with her black shorts, silky locks spilling over her bare shoulders. Everything will be fine, Serene. The words sounded comforting enough in her head, but the likelihood of their truth seemed a bit shaky. Hearing her name being called, she glanced over, offering a beam in the direction of a calculus buddy. Speaking of math. . . . Looking down at her back, she tugged the fabric open, shuffling through her folders in her bag for the homework due today. Suddenly aware of the person sitting on the bleachers, she looked up. Spotting a guy, apparently keeping to himself from where he was sitting on one of the blue beams. Serena offered another bright smile in his direction- Yeah, the blondie had never really known the true meaning of self preservation.

Gage heard the door to the Gymnasium open and slam itself shut. A blonde girl high with self confidence strutted her way into the room. The light shone off of her radiant hair and her clothes fitted her body so well. Gage couldn't help but feel his face get hot under the flourescent lights. Then, suddenly, something in his mind clicked. Something so small beginning to take a bigger picture. He took a deep breath and dug his hand into his pocket. A folded picture that had been torn from his old yearbook appeared in his closed palm. He opened his hand up and rubbed the glossy paper on his jeans, flatting out of the creases. He took a couple glances from the girl to the picture. A match. This was the girl that he was assigned to keep a watch on. To make sure nothing out of place happened before Prom. God, why is this happening? This was the last type of situation he wanted to be in. What was her name again? His mind wandered fro a few moments before he took another look at the year book picture. Serena.. He sounded the word out in his mind, it followed, definietly fit her image, too. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself. He wasn't the most anxiety prone person, but this was almost nerve racking. Nothing bad is going to happen, she can't do anything. He reminded himself. It wasn't exactly true, but it helped to ease him and he relaxed, leaning forward on his knees to just observe. When she flashed him a smile for a second he panicked, not sure what to do. Don't blow this big boy! He angrily yelled at himself in his mind. Quickly he shot a smile back, flashing a gleaming picture of his teeth, trying just to play it cool. He then turned his head the other direction to the door as if to make her think he wasn't paying attention anymore. Sure it was just an act, but he couldn't be suspicious or he would have failed at his job and that was the last thing he wanted to do.