Prom Week discussion

This fast-food place is sort of like the Salem version of McDonalds. Most students stop by for a quick bite during lunch. It's a well-known fact this is also the youngest Quinton's favorite place to eat- Cue why most Populars can be seen here.

Parking his car right outside, Damien opened Alexis's door and let her out. "So will you do me the pleasure of telling me why you like this place so much Ms.Alexis?" He asked. He'd only been here when Henry was hungry and he bought him food but never had he tried it for himself.

((I'm sorry! I Don't know what top right! I suck at starting!)

(Ahaha, it's perfectly fine ! I'm the worst at starting, so don't even worry about it.)

Alexis stepped out of his car with her tote bag hanging from her shoulder, ignoring the sound of her iPhone vibrating. She wasn't in the mood to play nice -or bitch in this case. It just took way to much effort, effort she didn't have at the moment. Her cheek was throbbing, the pain stretching out across her face. Thank God for fucking makeup. Shutting the door behind her, she started to follow him toward the fast-food place with a small shrug. Despite the pain, a small smile played at her lips. Damien was a sweet guy, too nice to be in the company of someone like her. "My step brother's a big fan of this place. He's kinda forced me to appreciate things other then the obviously shiny." Maybe it was a bit too deep for anyone else to understand.

Damien nodded, listening thoughtfully. He noticed how she ignored her phone and felt almost a little bit sad for her. It wasn't pity no way but just the expectations she had must be such a burden he knew how it felt. "Well then if you like it I'm sure it's very good,"He opened the door for her and led her to the cashier. "So what would you like?" He asked. "And you better not say a salad,"He teased her slightly.

Alexis nodded, mock serious, before it suddenly dawned on her the meaning of what he'd actually just said. So. . . He'd never had Chick-Fil-A before? How the hell was that possible? "My poor boy, you've been deprived your whole life." She shoot him a playful grin, sweeping a lock of hair back from her face. She slipped through the door and followed after him. "One taste and you'll be hooked, I swear." Even as she said the words, pain blossomed over the side of her face. Damn, Felicity really knew how to pack a hit. Her eyes scanned over the menu, though it was more of habit then anything- She already knew her regular. Her phone vibrated again in her pocket and she ducked her head to pull it out, a few locks spilling over the side of her face to veil her features. Ignoring the call, she turned it off and dropped it back in her tote. "Salad, my ass." The idea was enough to make her laugh before looking back at the cashier. His eyes were wide, staring at her like he'd never seen someone of the female species before. "Chargrilled sandwich, please." Surprise surprise, Alexis Quinton knew the word please.

(Kit? o.o)

"Umm I'll have the same as her with a coke,"Damien told the cashier as he took out his wallet without a thought. Paying for them both he got the receipt and stuck it in his back pocket as he found a private table for then in the corner. Letting her sit first he slid in on the other side,"So mind telling me why you were so upset earlier? It's a shame to see someone so confident so sad. Besides,"He leaned forward and tilted her face a little to side. "It looks like the hit you took really hurt." Knowing what he just did he gently dropped her chin and looked away embarrassed he forgot his manners. "Sorry Ms.Alexis...I..I should have asked first before grabbing you."

The cashier seemed to blink out of his daze and, just as Alexis was reaching for her wallet, Damien beat her to it. Raking a hand through her silky locks, she pulled out a ten dollar bill and grabbed his hand in her soft grasp for a second to hold the money against his chest. Making it clear that she would pay for her own food and that was not up for debate. After helping him carry the trays over to a table, she sat down, her hair streaked with a lighter coloring falling over her face. At his question, she lifted her gaze slowly, a half smile upturning one corner of her lips. It wasn't fake like all those icy smirks she was infamous for at Salem, but it was still somehow far from happy-looking. "Would it surprise you if I told you I'm not always the bitch everyone thinks I am?" Making it clear she didn't actually expect him to answer her half-rhetorical question, she opened the box beholding her beloved sandwich, eyes sparkling like she'd just set her sight on gold.

God, food was her addiction and, if it weren't for cheerleading, track, and gymnastics, her figure would sure as hell be proof of that. Her mom had once made a comment that all her trips to Chick-Fil-A were starting to show in her curves. Her response? To come home with a bag of chicken sandwiches and waffle fries for Sam, Les, and her, of course. Feeling him touch her face, she flinched a little: Yeah, Felicity really knew how to bitch-slap. Clearing her throat, she averted her eyes and took a bite of her food. "It's not so bad." Liar, liar. But then again, Alexis Arianna Quinton knew how to tell a lie or two like it was a profession. She glanced back up at him, searing blue irises that were ever-so-easy to get lost in, rimmed with long eyelashes. Damien was sweet, plan and simple, and it was a bit unnerving. "Hey, don't worry about it. If I can be myself, then so can you." She took a sip of her coke before winking. "But if you tell anyone, I'll probably deny it."

Damien took the money from her without hesitation. He wouldn't disrespect her for not taking the money. She was an independent girl and that was fine for him. "I know you aren't a bitch,"He told her softly as he drank some of his coke. He inspected her through his long lashes and sighed. "You're lying,"He told her softly. "I heard that Felicity hits pretty darn hard. And she slapped you hard. I heard from the freshman who were taking about it,"He told her softly. "You should rub it with some alcohol when you get home." He then held up the ten dollar bill,"Are you sure you want me to keep this?"

Alexis smiled up at him- Clearly, he was a smart man. Unlike Haydn, who continued to try and pay for her shit even after she made it clear it was an insult to anything resembling independence. If that was the one thing he so obviously hated about her, it was her insistence that she didn't need anyone. Not a damn soul. At his words, she laughed: The thought was enough to make her eyes sparkle. It was a sweet way of thinking, really, that someone understand why she was the way she was during school hours. Of course, he'd just said that to be polite. Still. The idea in itself was enough to be endearing. "Why are you so nice to me? Seriously, I don't get it. One wrong word and I could break your social life. Yet you still took the chance. Why?" He was a puzzle and, quite honestly, Alex had never had the patience for those things. Cue why she was all but demanding an explanation from him.

At his words, she reached up and touched where the bruise wasthrobbing under her makeup. Wincing at the spike of pain, she let her hand fall back down to her side and shook a lock of hair back from her face. "Normally, I would have already said something like, 'Payback's a bitch and her name is Alexis.' Just so that's on record." She took another sip from her straw, eyes drifting over to the window beside Damien's head. "I think I'm just going to walk the rest of the way home." School be damned. Her vibrant eyes, so normally full of a vicious gleam, were a bit dulled. "Thanks for the company." With that, she started to gather her tote bag, duming all her crap on the tray to throw away.

"Because you were upset. And from your status at school, the Queen Bee most people wouldn't have done anything, to afraid to have been snapped at. Or if they did they would have just wanted information from you or a boost in their reputation. Now me? I don't particularly care about my reputation, I am the quieter twin. Being popular is too much work and no offense unnecessary in my opinion. It's like the royal court and you are their queen who has to keep her subjects in line or else there will be rebellion. Example, you cheek and Felicity. Besides I am a gentlemen, and any gentlemen should know to comfort a n upset girl,"He told her with a wink. When she started to get up he got up quickly and reached out and grabbed her bag. "Come on I'll take you home. I still have to wait for Henry so it won't be a bother but if you really want to walk i'll go with you."

Alexis watched him, listening to him talk about why he'd helped her. Did he have a death wish or was he just that innocent to believe she wouldn't very well turn on him at any given moment? It was what the blue-eyed vixen was known for doing, after all. One didn't just get fucking gifted with the reputation as Queen Bitch for nothing. The thought was enough to make her simply want to curl up in her huge bed and never come back out. It was a hefty bill to live up to and she was finding, as of late, she was struggling to live up to the title. She'd love to just pull out her bitch face from her closet and strap it on like a damn mask. If only it were that fucking simple. "Whatever you do Damien, don't change. It's good not to care about petty shit like popularity." Winking before she stood up and tossed her drink in the trash, her tray quickly following behind it. "Just don't tell anyone I said that." Her deep blue eyes fell down to his hand, her phone vibrating again from her bag. Ignoring it, she lifted her gaze back to him, long eyelashes framing deceptively innocent-looking irises. "I don't think that's a good idea." She smiled slightly and pushed her chair in. "Like you said, it's like a royal court. And everyone knows there's a helluva lot of drama involved with royals." Grabbing her phone out of her pocket in her tote bag, she headed towards the door, shaking her long hair back away from her face. It was better for both of them if this whole thing just. . . Disappeared. She could never be the friend a sweet guy like him would no doubt expect. It wasn't who she was: She had too much of her own shit to deal with. Normal people didn't have to worry about getting slapped in the face like she had today. Normal people didn't have to worry about falling from the throne at the top of the social latter like she was constantly obsessing over. It was stupid to think she could ever be a friend- The only people she had room in her life for were Les and Jenner. That last realization dawning over her, she exited Chick-Fil-A in the direction of the Quinton house.

Jocelyn wasn't quite sure what she was doing at Chick-Fil-A since she wasn't one to eat fast food, even if it was considered healthy, but she doubt any kind of fast food was actually heathy. However, she heard a lot of the kids at school talking about this place so she decided she would come here to check it out, though she stuck out like a sore thumb dressed in a nice green dress that was paired off with a white cardigan and white pumps. Her dirty blonde hair was brushed and put up in an elegant bun, which was better than the wild mess it normally was, but only because Mrs. Norris, her nanny, forced her to sit down this morning to actually do her hair nicely. Then there was the fact that in her right hand she was carrying around her large cello case, though with ease, and around her rise was a purple bow. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, her pale green eyes glanced over the large menu that hung behind the counter, not sure what she should get or if she should eat anything while there.

Damien walked in to buy some chicken. He was so hungry but wasn't in the mood to go home again. Sighing he ran into a girl who looked nicely dress. His eyes widened as he steadies her before she could fall. "I'm sorry," He murmured to her and felt a br embarrassed for being so spaced out. "Are you alright?@ he asked her concerned. "Let me make it up to you. Ill but you some food?" He bit his lip and looked up at her, almost nervously. O Jesus he didn't want her to think he was an asshole.

Having someone bump into her while she was carrying around her cello was not pleasant since the case itself was possibly heavier than she was, but instead of snapping at the poor soul, she smiled in understanding. After all, he managed to steady her before she toppled over to to ground completely. "It is quite alright," she replied softly. Even though this boy didn't look like a threat to her, Jocelyn tightened her grip on her case and held it in front of her now as if to protect herself from him. "You do not need to do that. It was an accident after all. Really you have nothing to worry about." She smiled at him but her smile was slightly strained, it wasn't common for her to talk to people, much less nous, so she wasn't sure what to do without sounding as if she was brushing him off.

Damien bit his lip, he couldn't just let it go. It would bother him that he almost knocked her down without being able to apologize. He was the type of guy who always felt bad when he did something to a girl. A guy,well whatever. But he had always been taught to respect a girl. "Are you sure?" He asked as he bit his lip. "I really don't mind paying for you. Besides it'll make me feel better to,"He told her with a wink and an encouraging smile.

Jocelyn wasn't sure what to do. Was it customary for guys who almost knock over a girl to pay for her food? Was it normal? A simply sorry was all she needed, but if he continued to insist, she may as well let him. Though it felt a little strange. Most boys in Salem High wouldn't really do this sort of thing unless they liked a girl, and no one liked Josie--as a friend or otherwise. She was under no delusion that this boy liked her, as if that sort of thing would happen. With a slight nod, and a small smile, she said, "Okay, if you insist." Turning her gaze back to the menu, she pondered over what she should eat. She wasn't too hungry, but a little something wouldn't hurt. "Do you come here often? Do you know what is edible here?" She asked, looking back at the boy. She vaguely recognized him, but not enough to recall his name.

Damien shook his head,"I only came here once but I didn't end up getting anything,"He told her smiling and looked up at the menu. "How does chicken and a soda sound?" He turned to look at her and offered a sweet smile. "Would you like me to hold your instrument?" It seemes kind of heavy and although she looked find he wanted to help as much as he could for knocking her over or almost at least. "Come on,"He gently steered her to the cashier and ordered for her and payed. "I hope that was fine. If you don't like it then I'll buy you something else."

By chicken she assumed he meant chicken nuggets unless someone could actually order simply chicken there. It was possible, she wasn't sure. Or maybe he meant chicken sandwich, which sounded healthy enough. Jocelyn let him order the food and pay, though she felt a little bad about it, but held her tongue as she was taught to do. Instead she simply smiled over at the boy. "Thank you, but I am fine," she replied, thinking it was kind of him to offer to hold her cello, but she was fine on her own. "I am sure I will enjoy it." Jocelyn wasn't much of a soda person, but wasn't going to complain since he was being sweet enough to order her food in the first place; moreover, if she didn't enjoy it, she would eat it because she was a lady and a lady never complains about such simple things. Holding her free hand out to him, she added, "I am sorry, I never introduced myself. I am Jocelyn Hayes. You are?"

Damien smiled at her and shook her hand,"It's nice to meet you Jocelyn even under our circumstances. I'm Damien Hampton." He got the empty soda cup and smiled charmingly,"So what kind of soda would you like? Or water or juice or tear or whatever,"He blushed softly, he was babbling. Who was he, Henry? He did not babble but she was so polite that it made him feel like some unmannered hill billy.

After shaking his hand, which were far bigger than her dainty one, she let her hand drop back to her side. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Damien Hampton." Jocelyn liked that name, it suited him, but she kept that bit to herself so she wouldn't seem too strange. In all honestly, Jocelyn was nervous out of her mind. Being around a guy, a nice one at that, was a new thing to her that she was being as careful as possible as to what to say next. She was sure she seemed boring to him, he must have met people far more interesting than she was, which made her question why he was sticking around. "I do not drink soda," she admitted, "never have, to be honest. Perhaps some juice would be nice." Jocelyn was a tea sort of girl, but she doubted that tea served at a fast food restaurant would be any good.

Damien nodded,"Alright well the machine's overe there." Taking her hand without asecond thought he led her over. "Alright so orangejuice right?" He slowly filled the cup and placed the cover and straw in. "Here you go,"He told her cheerfully and waited for her order. "So I haven't seen you around. What grade are you in?" He then noticed her instrument again. "Oh! I forgot about your instrument! Come on, let's get a table so you can put it down." Once again he led her around but this time to a table.

Jocelyn's cheeks heated up considerably when Damien took a hold of her hand and led her over to the machine that dispensed the drinks. She was blushing, and seeing how she was quite pale, it was obvious she was blushing, which made her blush even more; she was sure her cheeks were deeply stained red now. "Huh?" She mumbled dumbly, still in shock. No guy has ever taken her hand before so abruptly, most guys in her life didn't simply because it wasn't seen as appropriate--it was as if she was from a different era completely. "I am a sophomore," she finally replied, feeling foolish for taking so long. Though she was once again at a loss for words when he led her to the table. Quickly pulling her hand back to her side with a nervous smile, Jocelyn put the case down on the floor under the table so that no one would trip over it. "What grade are you in?" She asked, taking a seat as they waited for the order to be ready.

When Damien saw her blushing he thought she had gotten sick. It never crossed his mind that it was because of his actions. After all he was raised to be polite and never thought it could be mistaken as flirting. "Are you alright?" He slid into the seat next to her and leaned in closely to her as he put a hand to her forehead and frowned,"Well you're not warm so you don't have a fever."He smiled when he saw it go down. "Oh well maybe you were just hot. Anyways I'm a senior. Oh and if you see me in the halls and I look confused and don't know you then it's my twin brother Henry. I think I would remember such a cute girl." He told her with a wink.

"Ye-yes, I am well, thank you," she stammered out, shifting away from him subtly when he leaned in closely to her. "Yes, it is rather warm in here." Such a lie, but hopefully he wouldn't catch on. It was nerve wrecking to say the least, him being so close to her. Already another blush was creeping up her neck, but she used all her willpower to make it go away so that he wouldn't realize she was blushing for another reason entirely. 'Oh my, wasn't this boy just the charmer.' She thought to herself, looking away for a moment to see if the food was ready yet. If it was, it would give her a chance to get up, have a little room to breathe and get her thoughts in order. Though her gaze shifted back to him, a smile once again on her lips as he spoke. "You have a twin brother? You are very lucky. I wish I had a sister or a brother, but I am an only child." When he called her cute, all Jocelyn could do was smile politely, but wasn't sure how to respond to that since she didn't really believe him. She wasn't cute, her "friends" pointed that out to her on a daily basis--he probably said that to spare her feelings.

"I'll give you my brother if you'd like. He's hyperactive and can never keep in place. But he's funny and nice to talk to." Damien joked with her. "I know what you mean. I know it sounds corny and weird but I can't imagine being born and raised without Henry. He's always been there, right at my side. I know he has my back,"He smiled at her. "You know you give me an awful lot of polite smile. You are acute girl whether you believe me or not. I would love to see a genuine smile and maybe a little of that sass I know you must have inside." He glanced down at her instrument,"I wish I played an instrument,"He told her. "Sorry I know I must be talking an awful lot,"He scratched the back of his neck shyly almost as his southern accent filed his voice as always.After all he is a southern gentlemen.

Jocelyn thought that Damien's accent was rather nice. She was raised in Salem with a British nanny, her own accent was a bit of a mix, though possibly a little hard to distinguish since she even spoke in a very polite manner. "I would not mind meeting him some day," she replied with yet another polite smile. It was all she knew how to do. Being polite was something that was practically seared into her brain from a very young age. It was just how she was. "I can imagine, which is why I think you are very lucky to have him." She wished she could have something like that, perhaps it would have made her life a little more bearable now if she had someone to share her pain with, someone related to her at least. At his words about her smiles and revealing some "sass", Jocelyn laughed, but quickly covered her mouth to hide it.
Shaking her head a little, she composed herself before saying, "As I am a proper young woman, there is no sass hidden within me. However, a genuine smile I can manage. I think." For a change, Jocelyn ditched the polite smile for a smile and genuinely beamed at him, thinking that perhaps he was different from the boys she normally encountered at school. Though at the mention of music, her eyes lit up as if she was a child during Christmas. "I play the cello, my nanny, Mrs. Norris, taught me how to play when I was five. Is there an instrument you want to play? I may be able to teach you. I can only play the violin and the cello, but I am able to play the piano. Not very well, but I can teach you a few songs." Now look who was talking too much. If she was at home and her father had guests over, Jocelyn would never ever talk this much. A proper young lady must never speak unless spoken to, and even then she must keep it to the bare minimum. "No, it is fine, really. I quite enjoy your company." Giving him another smile, she folded her hands daintily in her lap. "If you do not mind me asking, where are you from? Your accent is not common from around here."

(omg ;-; that was so much longer than i thought it would be. please don't hate me)

Damien smiled and nodded,"Well I'll look forward to introducing you two one day. Henry loves new people, he's sort of a puppy in that way,"He told her chuckling. "Now Ms. Jocelyn everyone has sass. Especially hidden sass, it's the question of if you can access it." He winkled at her, showing that he was only teasing. However when she gave him that honest smile he grinned at her. "I knew it! You are very much cuter with an actual genuine smile! Mind if I take a picture and use it for a portrait? I have two but I love drawing. I promise to show it to you and ask for permission to put it up." When she went off about her music he smiled fondly, bingo. That's what he was aiming for, to put her at ease. "Actually the cello has interested me. And we have tons of instruments at my house. I'm sure you must be good at it. So it'll be a pleasure if you teach me." He shook his head,"Not at all, I'm from the south. Oh and your laugh is beautiful but,"He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I prefer this you from the proper young lady."

"I will be looking forward to that day," she replied simply. If his brother was half as nice as Damien, then Jocelyn was sure she would have no fear when it came to meeting Henry. At the mention of sass again, Jocelyn shook her head again. "Trust me, I have no sass. I do not even know what sass is. Care to explain?" She chuckled again, finding it easy to smile around Damien without having to fear too much. It was so odd, seeing how she has never been able to act this way around anyone before, especially a guy. Odd but really nice. "You want to take a picture of me? To draw a picture?" At first Jocelyn thought he was kidding since she wasn't sure why anyone would want to take her picture--she wasn't exactly photogenic as most girls were. Once again she was sure her cheeks were tinted pink in embarrassment. Instead she turned her attention back to music, she was much more comfortable talking about music. "Really? You would be interested in learning how to play the cello? Trust me, it will not be easy, but if you are patient I would love to teach you." If Jocelyn wasn't the proper young lady she was raised to be, she would have planted a kiss on his cheek simply for being sweet. "No wonder you're such a gentleman. I always heard such great things about boys from the south," she chuckled, though gasped softly when he whispered in her ear. Moving back a little, she was surely blushing again. "Oh really?" Was all she could say since she wasn't sure what else to say to that. She only knew how to be a proper young woman, anything else was uncomfortable to her.

Damien looked thoughtful for a moment before his face lit up. He knew exactly how to describe sass,"Well sass is kind of like attitude. But your own special kind of attitude that just clearly shows who you are. I think anyways,"He chuckled. When she question if he wanted a picture he merely nodded. "Of course, Ms. Jocelyn I would love to draw you! You look perfect for such a job! I've only had dark haired people to draw. But your blond hair will pull everything together. And let's not forget how cute you are as well." When he saw her blush he smiled, she looked even cuter when she did. Yet he kept quite to not make her uncomfortable. "Well I do have lots of patience. You need to when you have a brother like Henry who always seems to get into trouble and talk to much and too rapidly." A fond smile lit her face when he talked about him. "Really. It really shows when we talk about music Your eyes lit up and you look very comfortable talking as much as you want. It's just more you then the proper lady is."

Jocelyn knew what sass was on some level, but at his explanation, she knew that there would be no sass hidden somewhere in her. Well, possibly, but having been raised the way she was, there was no way she could ever reveal that side of her. Attitude in her household received a cold hard slap to the face; any sort of acting out was punished, which was why Jocelyn always held her tongue around her father and mother, or anyone for that matter. If she were to act out at school, it would surely find a way to travel to her father, who would remind her how she was to act in public. Shifting a little uncomfortably in her seat, she focused on what he said next. "If you are sure you want to draw me, you may indeed take a photo of me. I warn you though that if it does not turn out well, it is because I am not cute," she snorted, smiling lightly over at him. Jocelyn kept her hands in her lap, doing her best not to act too girly around him by giggling and hiding her face behind her hands at his compliments. "I often go to the music room after school to practice for orchestra." Jocelyn was part of the school's orchestra, but she always stayed an extra hour after everyone left to practice on her own. Then she would come home and practice for a few more hours before starting on her homework. "I stay longer than the others, if you would like to start learning, I could give you lessons after school in the music room. If you would prefer, you could come over to my house since I have my own private music room in there." By inviting him over, it didn't really mean much to Jocelyn; in her mind, she was simply inviting him over to teach him and nothing more. "I love classical music, playing the cello is my life," she replied, that spark in her eyes as she spoke about her true passion. Though she paused a little at the proper lady comment. "Well, you see, being a proper young woman is part of me just as much as music." Pausing again, Jocelyn wasn't sure if Damien would ever understand what she was trying to say since most never did.

(;-; kit? *sob*)

Damien nodded and took out his camera,"Thanks,"He told her smiling. "Ill do my best to do you justice in you portrait,"He told her smiling and nodded. "How about your house? I work much better in private and quiet places. Besides I would love to see you play fully concentrated." When she went back to talking about music and got that spark again he quickly took a picture. She wasn't even looking at the camera, her hair wasn't perfect, but she was smiling and had her spark. He loved it. "I see, I understand,"He smiled and that's when they called them for her food. Getting up he got it and gave it to her. "Well Ms. Jocelyn I look forward to practice." Taking the receipt he wrote his name and number and gave it to her. "Call me when you can teach me." Kissing her cheek lightly, he ruffled her hair. "Till we meet again, my fair beauty." With another wink and smile he left chuckling.

Jocelyn's cheeks flushed when Damien kissed it before departing, but she hoped it wasn't too noticeable this time around. When he ruffled her hair, she wasn't too happy with that since her nanny spent all morning to get the wild mess it normally was into the perfect bun it once was. Though, she smiled his way before he left. "Till we meet again," she murmured to herself, taking his number and folding it nicely before tucking it away in the pocket of her cardigan. She gave a little wave his way before turning her attention to the food. Fast food certainly didn't look healthy, but it was something she could possibly talk to Mrs. Norris about once she returned home.