Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Dec 7, 2015 13:18:10 GMT
Ah, both. He knew pressing her to answer more questions wouldn’t end well, but hey, curiosity killed the cat, didn’t it? Which would have been a great pun if he’d been a were-jaguar rather than werewolf- darn. “Where are you from originally?” Ashton held off asking where she’d been, too, figuring he should tiptoe around this conversation if he wanted some company for the day. He’d only ever been to Texas and California- and when driving, every state in between, but his parents had never cared for pit stops. He can say he’s peed in Arizona and threw-up on a New Mexico highway after inhaling cotton candy, beef jerky, and a stale funnel cake from his ‘snack bag’. Ashton figured he’d want to see the world, if that was ever a opportunity he was given- but then again, he despised planes. Okay, fine, he was completely petrified by them. No thank you. Cars work just fine.
Parading into the class right behind her, he threw a charming grin at the group of girls who was staring at them- their expressions going from one of confusion to one of near lust. Yeah, he had that effect- not to brag or anything. After Erin had introduced herself to the teacher, Ashton just rose his hand for a high-five and cheered, “What up, Mr. J?” He got a slap against his palm and a shake of the head accompanied with a chuckle in return.
It just so happened that the same table caught Ashton’s eye, and he sent a smirk her way before purring, “Come on, Erin, wanna be my lab partner?” He wiggled his brows at her before slinking off towards the table, taking the seat on the aisle, leaving the one closest to the window open for her.
If she took it, that is.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jan 1, 2016 23:34:05 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin paused, wondering how to answer the question. She didn't know whether to tell him where they were actually originally from, or just where they had been last. Erin and Jade had only been 5 when they moved for the first time, so she didn't remember much of Maine, where they were originally from. She remembered more of New Jersey, which is where they'd spent the next 5 years. Since then they'd moved from start to state, never stopping for longer then about 2 years. It was a hard life, and one a lot different to most teenagers experienced, but you got used to it pretty quick. They were lucky they could afford it really- killing and experimenting on supernatural creatures paid well. "Born in Maine, but we travel a lot, so" She told him with a shrug, then became busy with the teacher.
She quickly noticed that he had his eyes on the same table she did, which made sense as, really, i was a good table, and she didn't understand why it hadn't been snapped up yet. Rolling her eyes at his little question, she looked at him and raised an eyebrow "I don't think i have much choice, do i?" She asked, knowing already that there was no way he was going to let her have this lesson in peace. "I bagsy the window side though" She told him, and was about to start walking towards the table before he did so she could claim her seat, but he moved first. She was just about to kick off about hoe she had bagsied that you can not ever go back on a bagsy, but he sat down in the other seat before she had a chance. Oh. She hadn't thought that would happen. She followed him over and sat down in her new seat.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Jan 2, 2016 18:16:52 GMT
"No, you really don't," Ashton cooed from his seat, a too cheeky grin putting his pearly whites on display as he let himself get comfortable in the cold plastic chair. Then it hit him, and confusion knocking the cocky look right off his face as he watched her sit beside him. Eyebrow cocked and lips pouted, he tilted head in a way that symbolized a puppy's all too closely as he asked, "Bagsy? What is a bagsy?" Never in his short eighteen years had he'd ever heard that term, but given the circumstances he summed it up to, "You mean like 'dibs'? Do they use that fancy term up north in Maine?" His crooked smirk was back, eyebrows wiggling at her for a moment before he turned his gaze forward as he fumbled with his backpack, gathering a new notebook and a pencil out of its depths before pushing it to the ground with an ungraceful thump. Using his foot to drag it back under the table, he set his supplies down before looking back at Erin. The minute bell rang overhead, giving the students a warning before the tardy bell rang- a minute before the first day of school officially started.
Ashton attempted to be civilized- which meant small talk. He could do that. Right?
"Never been up north, what's it like?" What's moving around like? Where have you been? What's the coolest thing that's happened on the road? So many questions, but he stuck with the one- he really couldn't afford to get on her bad side if he was meant to be her partner for the rest of the year. Or rather, he would slowly work his way under her armor, set up shop, and then raise havoc when she couldn't get rid of him. Ashton could do that with his eyes closed at this point, it was the only way he made friends who'd stick around.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jan 5, 2016 20:22:14 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin rolled her eyes at his sarcastic comments. She'd used the word bagsy instead of dibs, so what? It was just a word, it didn't matter. God damn. She was regretting picking this seat already. "I don't know, i just use it instead of dibs. I don't know where i picked it up" She told him, with a shrug, actually being honest with him. She had no idea where or when she'd started using it- her parents used a mix of bagsy and dibs, so she probably picked it up from them, but she didn't know where exactly they'd got it from as they'd travelled around more places then just America. She copied him and grabbed a note book and scruffy pencil case out of her bag. Most of her things were pretty scruffy as she was a firm believer in 'if it's not broke don't fix it (or buy a new one)', the only thing that got round this was clothes- she, like most girls, was a sucker for new clothes.
She dumped her bag back on the floor and pulled a pen out of her pencil case, then flipped through her note book to a new place. She shrugged at his question, not really sure what to say "I don't know, i was only 5 when we moved, so i don't remember much. It was pretty though" She told him. All she could really remember was the scenery, all the trees and the harsh winters, and she cold only remember most of that because of the childhood photos that the Little family took where ever they moved. "Where are you from?" She asked, flipping the conversation away from her and onto him. Since there was only really one high school in the area, and he was new to it, she could pretty safely assume that he had moved here too.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Jan 10, 2016 22:38:27 GMT
"Woah, hey," Ashton raised his hands up in defense, palms facing her way as if to placate her. Though her tone was rather passive, but there was an eye roll and he was trying to get some wiggle room here, not be shoved out- so he tried to sound earnest as he continued, body angled more towards her, "No need to get defensive, just never heard it used before. Must be a northern thing?" His words were lifted in question, for the first time with Erin knocked off of his game and uncertain of where to step. With a nod in lieu of an actual response to her comment on main, his mind searched for something to say. He always had something on the tip of his tongue, but now? He wasn't sure where to go with this, and he didn't like the feeling. Ashton nearly sighed in relief when she changed the topic of their conversation back onto him. Ashton could talk about himself for ages. So with a smirk back on his lips, suddenly self-assured all over again, he turned his gaze to the front of the class where their teacher was getting ready for class, the bell set to ring any moment now.
"Texas," his voice was smooth, his accent ringing pure as he continued, "I used to come up to Beacon Hills a lot as a kid, visiting my cousin, but this stay is a little more," he paused, eyes falling to where his hands were fiddling with the notebook, his voice getting soft- nearly shy, "Permanent." He hadn't actually voiced much concerning his parents death. Let it sit, fester in the back of his mind but refusing to speak his feelings on the matter. He was eighteen, was a legal adult and wasn't offered much pity, but he didn't accept what little he did receive. Wasn't the way he was raised. Though despite his age, he was set on finishing school, and was shipped to California as a consequence for his decision.
No one trusted him on his own, so they dumped him onto an alcoholic uncle to keep an eye on him. Like that was any use.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jan 13, 2016 20:03:29 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin's eyebrows shot up at his answer, though she didn't know why. She just hadn't expected it, but now she realised he did have a Texan twang to his voice. "Ooh, we got a huckleberry up in here" She replied, a teasing tone to her voice as she scribbled the date into the corner of her paper. Even from just the date you could tell Erin didn't have the neatest of hand writing, but she didn't really care- she just had never really cared enough about school to work on neat handwriting. As long as she could write she was fine. Forget all the cursive shit.
She lost all the teasing aura from around her as he carried on talking, knowing right away why this stay was more permanent. The tone he used gave it away, even if he didn't necessarily mean it too. Right away she felt bad about being such a bitch to him- he didn't need that on top of starting a new school and loosing someone he was close too. "Well shit, uh, i'm sorry" She said quietly, her eyes also falling her to her note book. Luckily, they didn't have to dwell in the little awkward, sad silence for long, as the teacher had finally decided to begin the lesson. Erin sighed, realising it was going to be a long lesson.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Jan 20, 2016 22:59:43 GMT
A small smirk quirked onto Ashton's plump lips, the corner tugged up and eyebrows arched as he looked at Erin with an amused sense of awe. Huckleberry, huh? He was just starting to believe the girl wasn't capable of joking, but there she goes, surprising him again. He chuckled softly shaking his head before cockily replying, "I'll have you know, I had kids painting my fence when I was eight. Try Tom Sawyer." With a wink, he turned his attention to his notebook, flipping it open to the first page and scribbling his name and date in the corner- not sure if it was something that would need to be turned it, but writing it nonetheless because he'd forget to later if he didn't now. He'd say nothing is more embarrassing than a teacher calling him out for having a nameless paper- the walk of shame up to the desk so he can print his name in the corner or on the line, but then again, Ashton could come up with a lot more embarrassing things than that.
Like the somber tone Erin picked up as she spike again, the way her face smoothed out and was painted with pity. He couldn't help but hate it. This was exactly what he was trying to avoid. People threw their condolences at him, changed their attitude because he was an orphan. Ashton preferred her sour quips and snide glances, anything but the soft look in her eyes. His shoulders hunched forward, close to his ears to hide himself as he ducked closer to the desk, using the excuse of leaning over to see his notes better, but really it was a defense mechanism. His tone was a bit bitter as he closed the topic, words clipped and eyes cast down, "Don't. Just, don't." He shook his head, tears pressing against the back of his eyes but he held strong. This wasn't him. He was not going to cry. Not here. Not in front of Erin. Not ever. They were gone. He could move on.
He turned his attention to Mr. Jackson as he began to give the whole 'first day and I have to re-explain the rules you should know by now' rules and give a description of the class and his expectations. He ignored Erin for as long as he could.
What a great first day.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jan 31, 2016 22:13:50 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin was a bit taken aback by Ashton's tone at first, but she quickly realised he might not be the kind of person who appreciated pity. Thinking back on the small interaction she'd had with him so far she decided he deffiently was that kind of person, so instead of saying anything she just ignored him and did her best to concentrate on the teacher, but kept glancing over at him, trying to get some kind of reading from him, about what he was thinking. His face stayed stony, though. Soon, Mr Jackson gave out worksheets and the class was told they could talk to their partners to figure out the answers. She straightened up, already confused without even having to look at the worksheet, so instead she turned to Ashton.
"Sorry about trying to be nice. Won't happen again" She told him, bringing back her bitchy side, since he seemed to prefer that. Besides, it was probably true. She couldn't see herself actually being friendly to Ashton in the near future, despite his tragic past, or whatever.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on May 30, 2016 5:56:14 GMT
Ashton was more than thankful that Erin had actually managed to listen to his demand and kept her mouth shut. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself by snapping at a stranger because he was too bitter and too ill adjusted to his new environment to just thank her for her condolence and move on. No, he wasn’t that easy, always had to put up a fight. Thankfully, though, he didn’t have to put up much of one this time around- didn’t drop his guard, kept his face carefully blank, but at least he wasn’t having a screaming match. Which he was more than capable of, but it just wouldn’t look too good on his social resume to be yelling at a girl in his first class on the first day before they’d even done any work.
So yeah, he sent a silent ‘thank you’ Erin’s way for how she reacted- he couldn’t have asked for anything better.
There was no stopping the smirk that painted his lips at her promise, the tension slowly bleeding from his body as he straightened out and forced himself to find enough charm to purr, “And ‘m sorry about being a little bitch. That won’t happen again either.” He winked at her before he let his eyes drop to the worksheet they were meant to be working on. Shocker, he actually knew how to do the problems. Math and Science were his strong suits. History was decent, but only because some of it was really cool- wars and guns and other boyish wonders. English, though? That went right over his head. He didn’t care about prefixes and where an apostrophe should go or how to properly spell ‘restaurant’.
“So this is the part where I do all of the work and you sit there and look pretty, huh?” He said around a smile, pencil in hand and eyes glued to the paper as he read the problem.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jun 11, 2016 8:09:02 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] fuck all your abc's YOU THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THEN ME WITH ALL YOUR BAD POETRY [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin couldn't help a quite laugh when Ashton told her he'd avoid being a little bitch in the future. "You might have trouble with that" She teased, before turning her attention down to the sheet they'd been given. If there was one thing Erin wasn't good at it was science. And Maths. And English. And school in general. Erin just wasn't a very academic person when it cam down to it- she could deal with things like music, gym, and for some reason history, but any other subject she probably hated, and it probably hated her right back.
She sighed and picked up her pen, not looking forward to looking like an idiot on the first day, and especially not in front of Ashton. "Yeah it is. It deffiently is" Erin replied. Obviously, she knew he was joking, but if she could convince him to do all the work while she sat there and pretended to help then she was going to do it.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Aug 19, 2016 6:39:58 GMT
And he did. Not twenty minutes later he was fussing over his broken pencil, blaming Erin for rushing him and making him press down too hard.
The rest of the class went by like that, the pair bickering and working together with undeniable easy. Like oil and water, but they managed to mix. He did most of the work, however and Erin did look pretty.
Ashton left class with a smirk on his face and eyes on the prize.
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