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Sayor walked into her science class, ready to scream. She had gotten back from a checkup to make sure she was still in remission about an hour ago. And they decided that her hormones were still out of balance from the chemo therapy, so they gave her medication...and she was so.out of it. She plopped down in her seat, dropping her bag on the floor. She just transferred into this school a week ago. She switched school because she didn't want to be pittyed by everyone. She was just fine..

Kegan was an unhappy child. He avoided everyone all day, slept in class(not new) and was espeacially rude to everyone today. Only a few more classes to go, he thought glumly, dumping his backpack and football duffel on the floor loudly as he walked in two minutes late, in the middle of the teachers attendance. "Luff?" He said in his monotone old man voice, looking up lazily from his roll chart at kegan. Kegan sat in his chair, kicking his feet up on the lab table, watching Mr. Luce challengingly. He couldn't care less about getting kicked out- he knew the teachers wouldn't do that. He was their star player! Kegan tugged his phone out, busying himself with deleting pictures of lily rapidly from his camera roll, ignoring the fact that they had class.

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Sayor rolled her eyes at the Luff kid. She didn't know him, but she could tell he was a jock that was totally full of himself. Like that Crew Johnson kid that she met. They were both idiots. "Ms. Dunkley?" Mr. Luce called, looking at her. Sayor had been told to sit in a random chair until he could find her a partner. "Yeah?" She asked, grabbing her bag. "I'm going to have you with Mr. Luff since his partner has transferred out of this class." Sayor sighed and sat next to This Mr. Luff kid. Shoot her now. Put her out of her misery. Please! She sat there for a second, and then finally introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Sayor Dunkley." She said with a sweet smile. She may be stuck with a jerk, but that doesn't mean she has to act like one too. That would be just rude. And she's not mean. Unless...that person is mean to her. And she wouldn't be surprised if this kid was. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a nice blue zebra pen that she absolutely adored. One of her friends in the cancer ward had given it to Sayor after she go into Remission. But soon after that, Sayor's friend died in surgery. It was so hard. Sayor couldn't help but wonder if that would have been her.

Kegan had spaced out, too immersed in his phone and leaning back in his chair lazily. He sensed movement beside him, and he slowly turned his head to see some new girl trying to take her spot by him. "Excuse me? Who are you? Jacob sits here," kegan hissed through clenched teeth, his hand grasping the edge of the chair tightly. Who's this? And why does she think she can sit beside me? Jacob had better be here- he was needed on JV today. Kegan was clad in the varsity white polo shirt, with a small Romans logo on the breast, where the pocket should have been. Kegan was so pissed off from yesterday's scene at the hospital, he was ready to kick ass. Too bad he wasn't a tackler.

Sayor sighed. "Jacob transferred out of this class. Maybe if you would have payed attention, we wouldn't be having this conversation." She said coldly, pulling the chair out slowly, her arms quivering at the strength it took. The strength she barley had. Her last surgery was awful. And the medication she had to take for a year after left her weak physically, but never mentally. She sat down once he finally gave in, and groaned as the teacher announced that they were doing a lab. she had to do a lab with this Jerk? Great. Just great. This day was sucking...badly.

Kegan glared into her eyes, his blues cold and unforgiving as he jerked his hand away from the chair. Attitude. Kegan twisted himself back towards the front of the teacher, his feet returning on top of the desk. The teacher was lucky he was wearing sweatpants and slides, otherwise he would have gotten mud purposely all over the desks. "A lab...?" Kegan groaned loudly, rousing a few others as well. "I'm out," kegan said to no one in particular, not removing his eyes from that damn flappy bird game. He liked to win, and this ridiculous game wasn't gonna defeat him.

Sayor groaned when Mr. Luce announced that this lab was worth 150 points, and everyone had to participate. She would have been glad...happy even to do it by herself. At least she wouldn't have this jerk of a kid bugging her. Sayor realized she didn't know his name...and he didn't know hers. Good. She didn't want him to know her name. She didn't want to know his. She didn't want to be here when she was feeling like crap. But, she was glad she wasn't in the hospital. Sayor stood and walked up to the front desk with everyone else to grab a worksheet. And when her partner made no move to get one, she grabbed him one, slapping it in front of him. She snapped her fingers in front of his face to get his attention. "Listen dude. I am not doing this huge lab by myself. You are going to help me, and you aren't going to screw it up either." Sayor said hotly, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders.

Kegan could tell he had ticked the girl off already, but made no move to improve it. "My names not 'dude'," kegan snapped back, "and if you want a good grade? Better do it yourself, princess," kegan popped his gum in his mouth, his brows furrowed. What made her think that he'd help her, with that tone? Besides, kegan wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. He had paired with Jacob because Jacob wasn't smart at all, having a Dane brain from football, and kegan could feel better about himself when his buddy got an f and he got a c minus. It wasn't that much better, but it was something. Now he was paired with this smart seeming perfectionist brat, and he'd seem like the dumb ass. Fantastic.

Sayor narrowed her eyes. He would be handsome, if he wasn't such a jerk. "Fine." She said grabbing her paper and staring at step one on the instructions. It made no sense to her. Sayor missed more than half of her sophomore year due to medical reasons...she had no clue what any of this ment. She stared at it a while longer, her mind abandoning her. It was obvious she didn't understand anything that was on the paper. She bit her lip, trying to make sense of it. She was too stubborn and prideful to admit she needed help, so she pretended she knew what she was doing. Even though it was obvious she didn't. Sayor wanted to cry. She thought that switching schools would be fun, that she would make real friends. Not ones that were friends with her because they pittyed her. But obviously, she wasn't. She ran her fingers through her light brown hair, sighing. She'd rather be in the hospital.

Kegan had tucked his phone away in his pocket in fear for losing his battery too soon, and his eyes wandered towards the girls paper. It could have been hours, days, and she still hadnt done a single thing with the beakers and liquids. Not one. Some people where rapidly writing things down, joking, laughing. Not her. "I thought you were gonna do this?" Kegan raised an eyebrow accusingly. He ran a hand through his brown hair, blinking up at her blankly. "Well? God damn, you're worse than Jacob!" Kegan groaned, his fingers taking the paper from the girl carefully and he skimmed over the directions. He hasn't read specifically, but he had an idea.

Sayor ran her fingers through her hair, feeling so stupid, useless and weak. What was the point of learning this? Sayor had a feeling the cancer would come back, and she knew she wouldn't survive. So why waste her time on this? She let mystery, jerky, partner dude take over, just as Mr. Luce walked over to her. He pulled her aside from her partner. Not far enough.away that he couldn't hear them though.
"Mrs. Dunkley, the doctor.called with your results on that skin tissue sample." He said, giving Sayor an encouraging smile. "They came back.negative." Sayor let out a sigh of relief, a smile on her face.
"Oh thank goodness. I thought it came back." She said, relieved. She thanked Mr. Luce and walked back over to her partner, watching him. "Can I do anything to help?" She asked, wanting to understand, wanting to be able to do this. She knew without a doubt that he heard their conversation. But she wouldn't explain any of it. Ever.

Kegan scowled at mr Luce as he took his useless partner away, and he begs measuring and mixing things into the tiny glass measuring things. He froze as he listened to his conversation, not really paying attention to what e was doing. Skin tissue sample? Results? What was going on over there? Kegan hurriedly scrambled to grab his pencil and write down his answer as 'Ms Dinkly' returned, pretending like he hadnt been listening. Was she sick? Is that why she looked so... Frail? Kegan felt slightly bad for his earlier comments, but then remembered she hadn't been so nice either. "To help? You can go get Tyler's lab paper," he said pointedly, as that was what e customarily did. But Tyler was one of his close friends, it was okay.
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Sayor shook her head. "No...we aren't cheating." She took her paper and looked at it for a second, and than the test tube sample that her partner had done. "Ok. I don't even know your name. Sorry ffor not introducing myself. I'm Sayor." She said with a half smile. A weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she felt so much better. They thought her cancer had come back, and so they took samples and stuff to see. Sayor had been stressing about it all week. And now that she knew it wasnt there, she felt so much better. "So you did number one?" She asked, looking at it, and jotting down notes. She knew her parents were hoping it came back so they could finally finish planning her funeral. They had the tombstone almost ready. All that it was missing was the ddeath date. They had their speaches written, and have called people to ask them to speak. Sayor wasn't even sure if they knew how old she was, or if she had switched schools or not. Her parents sucked.

Kegan paused mid-scribble, hearing the girl defy him. No? Nobody said 'no' to kegan. "Well then, genius, you can do the lab, tell me how that goes," kegan said sarcastically, standing up and sliding his paper to her side of the desk, patting with a false smile. "I didn't ask for your name, Dinkly," kegan retorted, shoving his chair back violently. "You certainly didn't," he muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with coldness. He knew deep down that he shouldn't be taking out his anger for his own relationship gone wrong on this sailor Dinkly chick, but he couldn't find an alternative. "Meghan," Kegan purred to one of the quiet girls behind him, sitting on her and her partner's lab table. The two didnt seem to care, having been used to kegans noisy obnoxious friends always huddled by his desk, jostling their things all the time. They were the quiet nerds, the ones who would give you their paper if it meant no trouble and would cry if they got less than an 'A'. Meghan looked up at kegan with a nervous smile, her face pink. "Thanks, doll," he winked, snatching his paper from Sailor's desk and scribbling down answers from Meghan's paper. Sailor may be a goody two shoes, but shed quickly learn that there were certain things you had to do to stay passing.

Sayor narrowed her eyes. "What did I do to you?" She asked loudly. "I haven't done anything. I don't even know your name for gosh sakes!" She protested. Her big blue green eyes felt like they were filling with tears. She hid them though, replaced them with the anger she felt. "Listen I know you are angry, ticked off. But don't take it out on me." She began to try to do the experiment on her own. It was better to fail than cheat.

Kegans head turned, and he stared at Sailor accusingly. "Keep it down!" He hissed through his teeth, noticing that quite a few people had turned to the girls voice. "Re-lax," he took her by the shoulders, squeezing them lightly to make her shut up. Also, to get people off his back. He didnt need his reputation to be ruined. Kegan smiled at his friends, confirming that he and this sailor were okay, and that he was only flirting with her. Right. As if. She'd probably claw his face off. "What have you heard...?" He demanded suddenly, his fingers wrapping around hers, stopping her from writing. What ha spread? What had that prick Cameron said? "I'm not," he muttered hastily, defensive.

Sayor blinked quickly, staring at him. "Sorry, I just don't appreciate being called Ms. Dinkley." She said hotly, crossing her arms. When he grabbed her shoulder, she tended up, shaking him off. No. No. No touching her. "Don't touch me." She hissed. When she felt his fingers around hers, she pulled them out giving him a weary look. "Nothing much. Just that your girlfriend cheated on you. And I'm sorry.for it. No one should be treated like that. But what you are going through, is nothing compared to what I've been through. And am going through. But that gives you no reason to take it out on me." She said softly so no one could hear. "Yes. Yes you are." She realized what she had said...after she said it. Hopefully he didn't ask about it because she wasn't answering. She was mad. And she didn't think straight when she was mad. Obviously.

Kegan raised an eyebrow, settling himself in his chair with the back of it pressed to his chest. It hurt for a guy to sit like this, but kegan would manage. He was wearing sweats, and the chair wasn't that wide. "But that's your last name. Sorry, but I call people by their last names," he shrugged unapologetically. When se shook him off, he raised his hands in surrender, his eyes amused and criticizing. So she didn't like to be touched. She was one of those personal bubble people, the annoying kind. Yes, her personality made sense, it all fit. And kegan would make it his job to fix that. Kegan sighed with relief, glad that his episode at the hospital hasn't gone around yet. It shouldn't have gotten around to anyone, unless Cameron or lily told. He was safe, for now. He stare blankly at sailor, expecting an explanation. "Try me," he challenged, the science lab Lon forgotten. His guilty blue eyes, flitted away from hers, as he refused to say an apology aloud. "I'm not," he insisted.

((YEAH!! :) and its saylor. Like sailor without the l ))

Saylor sat on her own chair, staring at him hotly. "Thats not my last name. Its Dunkley." She glared at him, her normally happy blue green eyes were cold, heartless. She didnt care what he thought about her. She hated how he thought he had her all figured out though. It wasn't ok. She was so much more than he could ever think she was. "Why would I tell you if I don't even know your name?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't going to tell this random jerk of a stranger her whole life story. About the cancer. About everything.
"Yes. Yes you are. You must think I'm made of stone...that I can take every hit you throw at me. But I cant." She said softly, looking him in the eyes.

((I know! It's kegans misinterpretation ;) ))
"Dunkley, Dinkly, same difference!" Kegan whined, now sitting on top of their own desk to face Dunkley. Kegan hated class, he hated be indoors, e hated being stationary. "It's Kegan, Kegan Luff. You should know that name," he tsked, his elbows resting on his knees. What was this girl's problem? He normally loved new girls, fresh meat, but this was the opposite. She didnt have any clue who anybody was, where anybody stood. "What's with all this sensitive talk? Yeah, I get it, but you women are way to sensitive to everything...!" He complained, scrutinizing Dunkley's face. Was she gonna cry now? "Like who? Got any suggestions?" He clasped his hands together in his lap, staring down at her sarcastically. He couldn't help his drynhunour, his cold tones. It was just kegan.

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"No. No. Dinkly makes me sound like an idiot. And I my not know a lot of science or anything else, but I am not an idiot." Saylor wanted to be anywhere but here. Treatment was better than this. Was better than being treated like dirt. "Hi. And yeah. I do. Not all things I've heard is great though." She muttered, adjusting her sweater. She hated this. She hated it so so much. She felt clueless, and stupid. It wasn't ok. "Sorry, I'm not one to sit and let people yell at me. I am not sensitive." She said defensivly, crossing her arms. Jerk. "Yeah. No one. Try a journal or something. But I don't think any one wants to hear your problems." She snapped. She was on short fumes. Her medication was throwing her off balance. She had pretty much no control.

Kegan leaned back on his hand, watching Dunkley with an amused expression as she blew up at him. Cute. "Are you done?" He asked slowly, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. She'd always be Dinkly to him. "You know...? I've never met a girl that reacts to me like that," he said truthfully, snapping the gum again, ruffling his hair once again. Her remarks didnt hurt one bit, he couldn't care less. His mother could do better. "A smile looks better on you, you should stop scowling or snarling, whatever that is," he teased, snorting as he touched a finger lightly to her cheek.
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After Sayor blew up at him, she felt reasonably better. She liked taking her anger, hurt, frustration and stress out on him. She relaxed slightly, and stared at him. "That depends. Are you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She was tired yeah, but she was willing to fight as long as he did. "Uh...thanks?" She said, confused. What the crap. He must be bi-polar now. When he touched her cheek, she didn't do anything, just stared at him....confused. He went from insulting her A.D. being a complete jerk to flirting with her in less than five minuets. What the crap? at least she didn't have to.explain her cancer to.him. That was a plus. She didn't have to worry about being pittyed anymore. Also a plus. But she still hated this class...and was now confused about him.

"Ohh boy," kegan breathed with a sigh, glancing around the classroom as he blew air up at his hair. This girl was insane. He adjusted himself on the desk to get more comfortable, staring down at Dunkley. "I told you my name," he pointed out, an eyebrow arched on his forehead. She kept staring at him with this weird look, and he didn't like it. Not at all. He felt a tugging feeling at his mind, to leave Dunkley alone and give up on her. Start on someone else, someone easy. Someone to replace lily. But he couldn't tear himself away from her, couldn't seem to get around a strange feeling he had about Sailor. His eyes caught his watch, and he traced the numbers while watching her expectantly.

Sailor sighed. Fine. She would tell him. Probably because he wouldn't shut up about it if she didn't. And she had to set next to him the rest of the year. "Fine. You just have to promise to treat me like you would another any other girl. Promise?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. When he agreed, she began. "Try having Cancer. Twice. I think that tops getting cheated on. Try having you parents plan your funeral, before you've actually died. Try not knowing if you would make it out of the surgery or not. Try living in fear that it'll come back. Because it did. I was first diagnosed when I was five. I went into remission two years later. Than when I was eleven, it came back. It went into remission when I was thirteen. And then last year, they thought it came back. So they kept me in the hospital and treatment for more than half of my sophomore year. That's why I don't understand. Oh and then they thought it came back again, so last week I sent in skin tissue samples and crap. They came back negative. So I am still in remission. But yeah. I so best your sappy little breakup." She said, her voice had been soft the entire time, but than rose again when she said the last sentence. Yeah uh Kegan can suck it up. Sayor wasn't sure why, but she found herself wanting to continue to talk to him. Whether they were arguing or not.

Kegan rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he mumbled, not sure how he'd treat Dunkley like 'any other girl' if she treated him differently than 'any other girl' would. At the first sentences, kegan inhale sharply. And bit his knuckle to keep from commenting. "Shit, baby," he whispered sympathetically, deeply surprised. He would have never guessed that Dunkley had cancer. She looked pretty normal, she had all her hair... Kegan eyed her hair, and her eyebrows, wondering if they were fake. "Hey-!" He said defensively, taking his knuckles from his mouth. Sailor had it bad, he had to admit. He'd seen the cancer kids, and that life... Well it just wasn't any fun. "That sucks. About your uh... Cancer," he said awkwardly, not sure what he was supposed to say in that kind of situation. He slid down from the table into his normal seat, still with the back to his front. He had a new kind of respect towards Sailor, but he wouldn't show it.

Sayor shrugged. "You get used to it." She muttered when he was being all sympathetic. this is what she was talking about. People treat her different after they found out. She laughed slightly at his outburst. "Don't deny it. Sure it was hard...but it's nothing compared to.mine. Oh and before you ask, yeah, my hair is all real. It grew back. I've been in remission for almost four years." She told him, knowing that that was what he was thinking. When he awkwardly said how her cancer.sucked, she nodded. "Yeah. It does. So what about you? Let's hear.about your sappy little breakup." She challenged, scooting closer to the table. She decided she liked him Ok. He wasn't as bad as she thought. She could see them being friends later.

Kegan sat quietly, staring at Sailor thoughtfully. His fists curled around his chair when she mentioned his relationship. Kegan felt his knuckles start to turn white, the imprint of the Tim of the chair being left on his hand. "Lily," he said coldly, staring off into the table as he thought about where to start. "She's a...." Kegan trailed off, whisper-muttering a dozen angry insults about lily to himself. "We were together for a few months last year, then I dumped her, ten I asked her out again this year, and we both promise to sta faithful, and when I actually TRY-" he cut himself off, feeling himself becoming heated. "She cheats on me. She cheats on me with some old ass douche bag!" He says hysterically, not understanding why. He had given lily his everything, but still...

Sayor stared at his fists which had begun to turn white for clutching the chair so hard. Sayor stared up into his eyes, frowning. That Lily girl was such a brat. She totally used him. It was obvious that Kegan had loved her so much, and maybe he still did. She was mad at that girl. How could anyone treat someone like that, and still be ok with themselves? "Oh Kegan. I am so sorry. That girls a brat. She didn't deserve you." She said softly, touching his hand in an attempt to comfort him. When he got hysterical, she scooted closer. "Hey, hey. Its alright. It may not be cancer, but your breakup sucks almost as bad as mine." She said softly, taking his hand, trying to calm him down. Sayor had no clue what she was doing. She was never really the comforting type. She just didnt know how to do it. No one has ever comforted her....so she was guessing.

The rementioning of their relationship put a damper on kegans spirits, and he was back to how he was feeling this morning. Depressed. Hopefully, of the cycle followed through, kegan would be cocky and mean by lunch time when the depression wore off. People kept saying that lily was a jerk, that she didn't deserve him- but he still couldn't shake off the hurt and anger. Why had she cheated? He still couldn't understand what he had done wrong! Kegan looked up in surprise, his eyes meeting hers, when she took his hand. So she was the touchy kind, like him. Maybe. Kegan sighed, rubbing Sailors hand with his thumb to distract himself. Her skin was soft and delicate, her bones gave in to his thumb. He smiled lightly, noticing her efforts, and agreed with her cancer statement. It wasn't as bad, though. "You're right," he murmured, squeezing her hand lightly.

Sayor noticed something change in his eyes, and he went back to being the depressed person he was this morning. She felt do bad, not knowing how to help. Sayor had never dated anyone. For a long time she was completely bald and no guy wanted to date her. Her eyes ment him, the cold, heartless eyes she had had were gone, replaced by gentle, comforting ones. When Kegan began rubbing her thumb, she felt tingles run up her spine. She wasn't used to people other than docters touching her...it felt good, and weird too. She felt herself relax, and the stress melt away. She smiled at his smile, glad she was helping in some way no matter how small it may be. "Of course I'm right. I'm always right." She said with a small smirk, squeezing his hand back slightly. "It will be ok." She promised. And it would...some day.

Kegan groaned, slamming his head down on his desk with his arms covering his face. He didnt want to be here anymore, he wanted to go home. But he felt slightly better telling Sailor about his problem with lily, although Rveryone already knew the story. Maybe it was the fact that they didn't know each other, that she was new, that made him relax after he told her. "Sure, sure," kegan rolled his eyes sarcastically. He had let go of her hand, the smooth comfort of it gone. He sat up after a while, his face red from leaning on his arms. He tugged his eyes, turning towards Sailor and staring at her. "Did you finish the lab yet?" He raised his eyebrow pointedly, sliding his paper towards him on the desk. Kegan didn't feel as hostile towards her as he had in the beginning of class.

Sayor let him through a fit, just watching him as she ran her fingers through her long hair. When he had dropped her hand, she didn't like it. She liked the feel of his hand in hers...she liked it a lot. And now that it was gone, it felt...unnatural. She watched him, wanting to do anything she could to make him feel better. Now, that part wasn't new. Sayor has always hated seeing people upset. And Kegan was a person believe it or not, and he was upset. When he turned and looked at her, she but back a laugh at his red face. "it's true." She protested, when he denied her the fact that she was always right. "Uh no." She but her lip when he slid his paper over...but she didn't want to fail....so she accepted it, scribbling down the answers. Her handwriting wasn't as bad as Kegans, but it wasn't good either. "Thanks." She slid the paper back over to him. She felt like they were warning up to each other. And it was a good thing.

Kegan watched in satisfaction as Sailor copied down his work. Maybe she wasn't as so high and mighty as he had thought. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad sitting by her. Maybe better than Jacob. "Mm," kegan only murmured, taking his paper and handing it back to the nerdy girl behind him to turn in. "How long have you been here?" Kegan asked casually, dumping all of his things back into his backpack. He took off his slides, setting them on the lab table so his feet could be propped up on the edge of his seat comfortably. Sailor could be a good target to flirt with, to remedy his heartbreak, to preoccupy himself. Maybe he'd invite her espeacially to the game, to watch him.

Sayor leaned back into her chair, relaxing. She watched him prop his feet up on the table, and she mentally went over all the mental notes she'd taken on him: He gets what he wants, plays some kind of sport, had his heart broken, flirt, and easy to cross. All in all, he was not a lot like her so far. Yeah, Sayor was easy to tick off, and she does drama...does that count as a sport? But that was it so far. "Uh A week. I've lived in L.A. all my life...I transferred schools as soon as I got out of the hospital, because everyone at my school knew about it. And they all pittyed me. I felt...so stupid. So I left." She said with a shrug, pulling her leg up to her chest. She was suddenly, exshausted, the medicene kicking in. Sayor wondered what was going on in his head. Already, he knew more about her than her parents did. That's depressing. Sayor looked up at him. "So you play football...right?" She asked, smiling slightly.

"Only a week?" He raised an eyebrow. "I haven't seen you at all," he wrinkled his nose. "But then again... I guess I don't notice much," he shrugged carelessly, tracing the face of his white watch distractedly. "Are you telling anybody else?" He raised an eyebrow pointedly, digging his hands into his sweat pant pockets as he snapped his gum. "Yeah, varsity," kegan grinned, pleased to be talking about something other than feels. "I'm their kicker, and possibly their linebacker. You should come to our game today, it's at seven," he slugged her shoulder lightly, bored out of his mind. The teacher had given them the rest of the hour to study for their test next Friday or on homework from the other classes.

Sayor nodded. "We weren't in any classes. I was for some resin put in Honor's science...don't know how that happened." She shrugged. "But I transferred out and ended up here." When he asked her if she was going to tell anyone else, she shook her head. "I wasnt planning o telling anyone. But all of my hormones are oout of balance from the chemo, and they have this medication that I'm on that is setting them right again. So, I'm emotionally unstable...and You made me mad quite frankly. I couldn't really control what I was saying..and it just came out." Sayor hated this crap that she was on. It made her ttired, emmotional, and more temperamental than usual. "Oh fun!" She said with a grin as he began talking about football. His face seemed to light up, and she could tell it was something he loved. "You have a game? That's fun. I'd come, but I'd end up sitting by myself...like a loner. That's no fun." She said with a shrug. She loved football, it was so cool. She would love to go...but who would she sit by? She wasn't going to go just to sit alone. That is so boring, and lame. And Sayor didn't always get along with people. She wasn't great with first impressions.

Kegan ran his tongue over his teeth, making a kissy face towards Sailor. "Sorry, not sorry," he smirked, scratching his neck. Kegan took note of Sailors interest in football, and wondered if she could possibly replace Lily. Possibly, temporarily. "Oh, come on!" He nearly shouted, his whiny voice filling the classroom. Some turned to look, and his friends Tyler and Jack laughed across the room. "Why are you yelling?" Jack teased with mock seriousness. Kegan gave them the finger, resulting in Tyler returning another more inappropriate gesture, meant for Sailor. "Ignore them," he rolled his eyes, blocking sailors view. "But Sailor! Come on, baby," he pleaded again, taking both of her hands again flirtatiously. "You'll still have fun," he promised. "Who wouldn't want to see me in action?" He flexed, boasting his strength and athleticism.

Sayor laughed at his kissy face, grinning. She hadn't really laughed in a year or two, and honestly, it felt great. "Of course you aren't." She ran her fingers through her hair, unable to tame her smile. When he shouted in protest to her denying of his football invite, she jumped, surprised. And when his friends ans him made some...interesting guestures, she looked away, glad Kegan was blocking them. "Gladly." She muttered. And when he called her baby...and Sailor she raised an eyebrow. "My name isn't Sailor. Its Sayor. Its like Sailor...without the L." She said pointedly. Well...apparently she wasn't the only one emotionally imbalanced. Kegan went from Depressed, to angry, to depressed, to happy, to Flirty in one class period. Sayor couldn't keep track of him. "Oh yeah. Because going to football games by yourself is lots of fun." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. It was going to take a little more than that to get her to come alone.

Kegan stared at SAY-OR in confusion. "So it's say-or Dunkley?" He questioned, his fingers still holding Sayors frail, cold ones. "Football games are lots of fun," he promised, not knowing how else to convince. He could blackmail her, with her cancer story- but that was just low. He didnt want to stoop to that level. "Sayor," he rolled her name around in his mouth, releasing her hands to grab his slides from his desk and whack Tyler on his rear as he passed, nearly falling out of his chair. The two batted at each other, resulting in kegan receiving a full on headlock noougie. "Ahh, stop," he protested, rubbing his neck with a playful grin when Tyler let go to pass by. Kegan scoot close to sayor, his blue eyes gazing into hers. They were softer, lighter, bluer when he was relaxed, when e was happy. He wasn't too broken about having lost lily, having found sayor. She wasn't too bad, he decided, and fought for herself. That wasn't too bad of a thing. It was better than a shy girl, a shy girl would be too afraid to love him like he wanted. "I'll sit with you for JV's game?" He offered, playing with her pencil that had been left on the desk.

Sayor nodded. "Yeah. Sayor Dunkley." She confirmed. When he said that football games were a lot of fun, she nodded. They were....when you had friends to sit by. Sayor glances down at their hands. Her small, frail ones looked over powered by his much larger ones. But she felt like they fit pretty darn good. "Well I know that. I love football. I just hate going to games alone." She said with a shrug, sitting back down as he fought with his friends. Boys. But hey, at least he had friends. Unlike her. Sayor had lots of friends at her old school...only because they felt bad for her. When they finally finished their wrestling match, Sayor looked up, surprised at how close he was. Their knees were touching, and she could almost feel his warm breath on her face. Her blue green eyes gazed into his. He looked so much better when he was happy...he looked handsome even. Not that Sayor would ever tell him that. He already has a big enough ego. When he offered to sit with her during the JV game...she gave in. "Alright. Fine. As long as we get good seats." She said with a grin. She probably just made his day.

((Omg haha xD lmfao a big enough ego is RIGHT!!! I love them <3))
((Gonna be major on/off, washing the dog and showering so... But I'll be up late today!!!!))
Kegan felt so happy when she had accepted his invitation he could probably pick her up and twirl her. It wasn't even an exaggeration. After being in the pits of hell for the past few days with lily and all, he couldn't be happier. Sayor was different from the other girls he had flirted with- this one actually had some kind of... Character. Sayor wasn't like the fake cheapo Barbie dolls, like lily was. Sayor made you happy, made you feel good. Kegan felt awful for having been so mean earlier, and hoped she wouldn't remember it. His eyes had lit up, and he squeezed Sayors hands tightly, biting his bottom lip to hold back his goofy smile. "Atta girl," he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, brushing her cheek with his thumb. Kegan let go of sayor, scooting his chair back into place and standing up as the class did the same, the bell about to ring. He slid his slides back on his feet, grabbing his phone off the desk and letting it fall into his pocket. "What's your next class?" Kegan prompted, squinting down at sayor.
((Can they pretty please have another class together??? But those can be their only classes if you want :) they don't have to only if you're up for it!!!))

((Ikr?? I just cant fathom how Adorbs they are!!! They are my absolute favorite RP couple so far!! ;D Its alright! I'll be on today for a while, but tomorrow I wont be on for a long time since I'm driving to California. Going to dinseyland all week...and so I wont be long that much next week either.))


Sayor saw his eyes light up as she said yes, and smiled. A true smile, not the half hearted one she'd given him all day. She was so glad she was able to cheer him up. It was like...awesome. She felt like she had full filled some mission in her life. She was glad they ended up getting along...even if they fought at first. She could tell tthat he felt bad, and decided to forgive him. Isnt she awesome? She rolled her eyes as he said attar girl. What was she...a dog? "I'm not a dog Kegan." She said softly, but shut up when his hand brushed against her cheek, leaving her heart pounding. What the crap? When he let go of her, she once again felt that emptiness. Sucky. Sayor grabbed her sstuff and shoved it into her bag, pushing her chair in like everyone else. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her schedule. She looked up a Kegan, and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I have English...what do you have?" She asked, praying they had another class together.

((Of course they ccan!! That would be soo much fun!! ;D))

((What!! Aww :( dude! I live forty five min away from Disney! Haha okay, we'll we should probably rp the game then... AUGHH I can't imagine waiting for a week, so maybe I'll have it be... Idk. I want him to ask er to homecoming, which is tomorrow in the rp... Oi vey. Okay! Well I shall have homecoming dance be rp'd next weekend! When do you get back?$$

((In terms of hours, how long will you be on today? Il be good for like six hours on and off for two hours))

((Probably four or fives hours on/off. I don't ever use my computer for this stuff, just my phone and kindle! Its so much easier. And I will be back next Sunday night. ;) But I might be able to get on tomorrow...probably not though. I know they have wifi at the hotel, so I can maybe gget some replys in here and there aat night. Hey! At least we will be in the same time zone for a bit! ;) ))

((Haha! Next Sunday? DANGIT argh! Maybe sayor could disappear at the end of the day, and never show up to the game??? OMG LIKE MAYBE ER CANCER THING!!!! Idk... She should only be gone for that night of the rp, or get checked out of shool? But I'll wait for her to go to homecoming ;) so ill have to drag out Friday night of the game until Saturday night on homecoming! He'll ask her during their next class! Or lunch?? I'll be back in twenty, washing the dog!))

"Not a dog? Bummer," kegan snorted sarcastically, shifting his back pack up to his shoulders and hoisting his duffel up onto his shoulder. The thing was massive, and heavy. "English?" Kegan raised an eyebrow at her, his blue eyes contrasting against his dark brown hair and eyebrows. "Let me see that," he murmured, his heart fluttering. Could they really...? Kegan leaned over, his free arm practically wrapped around Sayors waist as he tried to get ahold of her schedule and read it over her shoulder. "Dude! We've got Mrs. Lev together...!" Kegan whispered excitedly, the shrill ringing of the bell echoing around the class. Apparently she was new in that class, too, when her schedule switched! He could hardly contain his excitement, but tried to keep it to himself. "Come on, Sayor," he tugged at the back of her shirt, following the steady stream of students out the door.

((So tonight, we rp the next class and kegans asks her to homecoming, then they can either go to lunch or skip to after scholl(depending on time we have), then the game she can be missing (makeup a reason!!!) which distracts kegan to make a mistake at the homecoming game since he's worried about her, and then I'll rp the whole rest of that night and the next day throughout the week! It'll be rough...oi))

((What if we do that, and the reason is the doctor called her right before the game saying that they might have found some cancer in her tests, so she has to go to the hospital and they run tests and stuff to make sure its gone! And she doesn't have Kegan's number to call him!!!!)))

Sayor laughed. "I know. Too bad huh...because I would be such a cute dog." She said with a grin. She pulled her backpack on over onto her shoulders. It was so heavy, and wwas killing her back. She was already weak enough goodness! Her teachers didn't have to kill her with homework. Literally. "Yeah...I have English." Sayor said, raising her own eyebrow at him. When he tried to take her schedule, she gave him a weird look. "What are you-" She shut up when she felt his arm nearly wrapped around her waist. Her hewer fluttered, and she couldn't think straight. Weird. Sayor grinned when he said they had English together. "Really? That's awesome!" She said with a grin, her excitement barley containable. But once again, she wasn't going to tell him. He had wway to big of an ego. But, She was excited to get to know him better no matter how much she would deny it. "I'm coming." She said, rolling her eyes as he pulled her out the door.