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Post by Morgan Flint on Nov 14, 2009 16:53:37 GMT -5
She followed him, feeling a little like a puppy. God. “I think I’ll take that as a compliment-“ She teased with a smirk, “So I want to take the Lancer in a new direction this year. I want people to be proud of it instead of using it to mop up spilt coffee in the caf or line the cages of the lab rats. I want stories that will matter and not just about our school but the community. My reporters won’t be stagnant, relying on locker room fodder- No, if they want a spot on my team, they have to earn it. So, sorry, Drake, but don’t expect an interview ever week asking-“ she threw on a preppy, valley girl voice, “Like omg, Drake, what’s your favorite color? Who are you taking to prom cause I heard you were taking Barbie but Barbie is going with Ken. What will you do? Omg the world is over.” She flopped down on a couch, laughing again.
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Post by Drake Penfallon on Nov 14, 2009 17:05:33 GMT -5
He couldn’t help himself. Even as he switched on his high fi, turning the volume down so that whoever was on the radio didn’t drown them out, he could not stop himself from laughing. It was her voice, she mimicked the girl who had asked him those sort of questions so perfectly, though at the time he had taken her seriously, as he took most things. “your quite good you know, you should do your impression for Brittany, she’ll love it.”
Cavalier jumped up on the sofa, curling himself up in his usual spot opposite the one where Morgan now sat. The dog spread out, filling the couch, and yawning, promptly fell asleep. Drake chuckled, just as the doorbell rang. “Pizza” he grinned, opening the door. He paid for it, chatted to Eddie for a moment, offered him some pizza and then closed the door. “Ta da!” He grinned, putting the boxes on the small coffee table between the two couches. He opened one, and grabbed a slice of pepperoni, before falling on the couch next to Morgan – the only free space as Cavalier had taken the other sofa.
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Post by Morgan Flint on Nov 14, 2009 17:15:01 GMT -5
Morgan took a slice, "I don't know Brittany... Remember up until last year I was sent to poor kids high because I couldn’t control myself.” She picked off one of the slices of pepperoni and nibbled on it. “So I don’t really know any of your friends or your enemies or that unless Marcus talks about them and even then, he’s probably telling me things from a slightly different perspective. But that’s just my assumption on my brother’s bias.”
Ripping off a tiny piece of crust, she fed it to the dog because he looked at her so tenderly that she couldn’t resist. I know, I know, she’s a bitch… but even they can have their moments. “Tell me more about this shining beacon that I’ll be attending in less than a month? Because once summer’s over, your Father has promised, he’ll be keeping his eye on me to ensure that I’ll be behaving.”
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Post by Drake Penfallon on Nov 14, 2009 17:23:21 GMT -5
“poor kids high? Seriously? That what you call it?” Drake was a little... well not surprised actually, he should have been expecting it. He took a bite of his slice, chewing on it for a moment as if gathering his thoughts, when the truth was he was just hungry. Drake was not the kind of person who had to organise his thoughts, they came that way. “I don’t have any enemies. Unless you count the Boston bees.” He smirked, but truly, everyone just seemed to like this boy and his little dog too.
“Ash hill high. What’s there to tell? Its just a school. There’s teachers, a football team, lacrosse, we have a fencing team, but you know that because Gareth is on it...” He took another bite, finishing his piece and grabbing another after tossing some of the cheese to cavalier. The dog had moved once the food had arrived, and was enjoying himself doing the whole puppy thing. “Tell you what, you ask me what you want to know, and i’ll tell you.”
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Post by Morgan Flint on Nov 14, 2009 17:29:22 GMT -5
“No, poor kids high isn’t what I called it- I believe its what your lacrosse team called it when they broke in and trashed the cafeteria. I think it was scrawled throughout our decorations from prom too- What a quaint little touch. And no charges were ever pressed for that- I think it’s because the children of several of the city’s most prominent lawyers play on the different teams that Ash Hill offers. Though I’m sure it’s just a coincidence, right?”
Morgan took another slice. “Lets see, what else do I know? I know that your school has the third highest G.P.A. in state, that your teams have ranked in the top five for the last decade, your staff is recruited from all over to provide the best education the future leaders of tomorrow-“ She took a second to chew down another bite, “Most of all, I know you and Jenn are the king and queen of your little Camelot.”
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Post by Drake Penfallon on Dec 4, 2009 16:35:54 GMT -5
Drake nearly choked on his mouthful of pizza. No, it wasn’t the information on the lacrosse team that had made him do such a thing, he had heard all about that in the locker room at practice the next day, and to be honest, he had hated them for doing it – thought it to be a stupid joke. He’d gotten some grief himself for a week for not finding it funny. Nor was it the fact that she knew so much about his school that he found it funny, which he did, sorta, it was her last sentence that made him choke.
Banging his chest with his fist, he swallowed the hunk of dough and coughed, laughing. “King and Queen of Camelot? Seriously?” he laughed. “I’ve never heard it described that way before.” Reaching over to a small mini fridge tucked away in the corner, he pulled out a coke, tossing one Morgan’s way. “So what exactly is it you need to know?” he asked, “It sounds like you already know everything.”
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Post by Morgan Flint on Dec 4, 2009 18:24:37 GMT -5
She shrugged. "What do you think I should know? Like the nicknames or not, Drake, you know all about the school. You know the ins and the outs. So, do your step sister who you kinda hate, a favor and make sure no one stuffs me in a locker. Because, if they do, I'm going to have to get Marcus kick some ass. That just gets so messy- You know?" She smirked though and batted those long eye lashes at him.
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Post by Drake Penfallon on Dec 4, 2009 18:32:21 GMT -5
Drake sat back in his chair and crossed his legs, resting one ankle on his opposite knee whilst his fingers (the ones not currently holding a can and a slice of pizza) stroked through Cavaliers fur whilst the dog licked his arm – no doubt after the salt that still clung to his skin. “ok, let me think for a minute…” He let his mind wander over the things that he knew by habit, the places to avoid (not that he did) the kind of stuff a freshman needed to know. He grinned. “Don’t get on jenny’s bad side, as that will end up with the whole cheerleading squad against you, and their boyfriends. Also, don’t get between lance and the cafeteria, or you may be crushed.”
“Mr Doyle tests on the footnotes in biology, so does Mrs. Snyder in History. The cafeteria lady give extra bacon for compliments, though if your real nice, she’ll get you some pizza that’s meant for the teachers lounge.”
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Post by Morgan Flint on Dec 4, 2009 18:37:57 GMT -5
She chuckled, "If Jenny turns against me, I will be the social pariah of the school, eh? Well maybe then its worth it." Morgan actually managed to tease him. "Sounds like my old school only with different cast members. High school is just a soap opera right? And we're just the cast members in the cruel play." She stroked her fingers through her hair. "I don't like the idea of going to your school and being in your social shadow. I liked where I was last year but your Dad is making me and my Mum backs him for now."
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Post by Drake Penfallon on Dec 4, 2009 18:45:55 GMT -5
“I don’t try to cast a shadow you know.” Some people seemed to be under the impression that he worked hard to maintain his position, tried hard to be liked by everyone, when the simple truth was he just acted like himself. Nothing new, nothing added and nothing blue – just one hundred percent Drake Penfallon. “I just… I don’t know.” He shook it off, changing the subject. “It won’t be all bad you know.” He tried. “The papers pretty good, though I’m sure you’ll make it better, and we’ve got the annual back to school Penfallon party soon” he didn’t sound too enthused about the idea however, even as he tossed what was left of his pizza back into the box.
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Post by Morgan Flint on Dec 12, 2009 12:09:16 GMT -5
"I wouldn't even describe it as a shadow. You're more like the sun Drake. No matter how people try and hide, your light you're influence finds them. Your whole yuppy, surfer dude attitude makes people drop their boundaries until they're spilling their hearts to you or willing to be your slave-" Morgan paused and laughed softly. "Like I just stupidly did. And the Drake Penfallon curse strikes again." She poked him hard, "But that goes no where. Wouldnt want people to think I was one of your brainless cheerleader slaves."
Morgan blushed a little and looked away, embarrassed that her own tongue had gotten away from her. What was it about her step brother that made her put down her guard? This was the first time in... well ever that it had just been the two of them hanging out. Normally Marcus circled like an angry beast and Morgan fed off his anger. Playing with her hair elastic again, she began to snap it (though not as harshly) against her wrist.
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