The Breakfast Club

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Touche. &amp; No. Though I just skipped off to youtube to find it :3

Touche, yet again.

1,000 posts, baby!!! xDD

Morgan nodded, "I've worn contacts since the seventh grade. I've had glasses since the third grade. I'm really not that attractive in them. It's extremely unflattering. I used to have braces, too, in middle school. I was a very awkward child." Morgan smiled and said, "Night vision would be a super power I'd greatly enjoy. That and the ability to read minds. I think that'd be fantastic. And I don't think you'd look bad in glasses. You'd look pretty d`mn attractive in anything, though."

 

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You're a deprived child. It. Is. The. Most. Epic. Thing. Ever.

Oh, I'm on a roll

Woo!

"Weren't we all, though?" Asher said. Of course, he'd always been awkward, but most kids at that age were unsure, insecure, and completely different to how they are now. "Reading minds? I can do that, too," he chuckled. It was funny how some people would seem to believe him if he'd said it perfectly seriously, just because of his whole persona. "Well, I beg to differ but even so I think they'd get in the way a little bit."

 

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Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Well, then, Mr. Talent. What am I thinking about at this very second?" She folded her arms and had one of those smug looks on her face. He would never guess what she was thinking. It was impossible.

 

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Asher pretended to concentrate hard on her, his blue grey eyes boring into hers. He then sighed dramatically, with the addition of a shrug, and said, "I have a feeling, that the power's just not coming right now. Sorry to disappoint."

 

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"Carrots. That's what I was thinking of." Morgan said, smugly. They only had about a minute left until the bell rang again, but Morgan could care less. "What would glasses get in the way of, by the way?"

 

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"Carrots. Really? Amazing," Asher chuckled, running his fingers through her hair, the colour of it not too far from the subject itself. He took a small step towards her at her question and pretended to look completely thoughtful. "Mmm. This, I think," he murmured, leaning forward and giving her a kiss.

 

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Morgan smiled a bit once she pulled away from the kiss. "Hmmm. Well, in that case, I certainly don't mind your night vision." She kissed him again tenderly before saying, "See ya later, babe." And with a seductive smile that would make anyone weak in the knees, Morgan sauntered off to her next class.

 

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"That's good. Neither do I," Asher replied smiling gently at her. He thought it was incredible how just one look from her was enough to make him feel lightheaded, and he had to lean against the lockers for a moment until he could physically manage to stand up straight by himself and walk to his next class, which was art.

 

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Bahahaha I love how much of an effect Morgan has on him

Morgan slid into her classroom, grabbing a seat in the back just moments before the bell rang. She drummed her fingers on the desk, only half listening to what the teacher was saying.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Yeah, she drives him just a little bit crazy. He totally can't get over how gorgeous she is; I think it's cute when a guy's like that

Art was definitely a highlight of the school day. It was the only subject in which he really felt like a normal person who fitted in. People liked to come and talk to him about what he was doing- since he'd moved here and painted his first canvas, he'd attracted a lot of attention, because nobody expected the new guy to be that good. But he was, and it felt nice to have something in his life to really feel proud of. He wasn't much good at anything else- sure, he got good grades, because he remembered things, but that wasn't to say he was good at them-, but he was good at art, and he loved it.

 

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Yeah. &lt;3 Oh, Hunter and I are over, for now. I told him I needed to not think about a relationship right now, and get everything else in my life together first.

Morgan hated Chemistry. It was boring, tedious, and didn't relate to anything Morgan cared about. She opened her sketchbook, looking around the room for inspiration. Of course, she couldn't find anything in a stupid Chemistry classroom.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Well, I guess that's pretty sensible if you have a lot of other things to sort out.

For the first half of art, the teacher had given the class observational studies to do. Asher thought that, while it was good to do it every now and then, it was hopelessly boring to have to sit and draw a composition of all kinds of obscure items. Still life had no artistic impact in his opinion. Nevertheless, he didn't really have a choice, and while he could think of a million other things that were more interesting to draw, he was drawing, and that in itself was great.

 

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Mhmmm.

Morgan ended up sketching a cariture of the teacher. It was somewhat amusing to Morgan, making fun of the people who trapped her in this prison called High School.

./ksladjortSorryI'mafaill.

 

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Asher finished his sketch of all the items on the desk in front of him. He pulled a face when he held it away from him, not entirely satisfied. But, then, he never was.

S'alright, so's mine. Writing when they're actually in school is hard :/ We could possibly skip to the after school fight?

 

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Of course.

Yew First

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Haha, alright, fine.

The final bell signalled the end of the day and Asher pulled a face at the thought that he had to go and face Riley now. Wonderful. He had no game plan whatsoever; preferably, he didn't actually want to hurt anybody but he had no idea how Riley was planning to get his payback. He sighed and held on tightly to the strap of his bag as he got up to go and put his books in his locker, and then headed outside- walking slowly, he certainly was in no hurry. He could spot Riley from around the corner and for a minute he considered turning around and not showing. But how would that look to them? It would make them think that they could just walk all over him should Riley try to get Morgan back again. So he walked on.

 

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Morgan was surprised when Asher wasn't at her locker. Or at his. But she shrugged and closed the metal door, and walked out to her car. In the distance, she saw two figures, not looking like they were very good friends. Morgan decided she had nothing better to do with her life, so she dropped her bag in the car and walked over.

Riley was standing with his arms crossed when Asher came over. There was already a large group of people surrounding him, ready to see Riley take down the new guy. None of these guys liked Asher, either, after all. They took pleasure in Morgan, as well.

 

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Impeccable timing, it seems.

Asher dropped his bag on the floor a few feet away from where he eventually ended up, standing in front of Riley- but not too close, after the last time. Perhaps, considering the nigh on panic attack he'd had when Riley had stepped up close to him earlier, this wasn't a good idea. But he had no choice. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what he could possibly say.

 

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Morgan wasn't close enough to see who was fighting, yet. She just knew that it was two relatively tall guys.

Riley swug at Asher's face. The crowd started to go crazy.

Meh, yet another of my many fails. Haha.

 

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Well, that was quick. Luckily not too quick for Asher to put up his hand and literally catch Riley's fist in his own hand just inches from his face and pushing him away slightly. So it was going to come down to this. Much as he didn't like this guy, he didn't particularly want to hit him. He didn't like hitting people, because he didn't particularly liked being hit himself, but clearly Riley didn't mind hitting him. He didn't make any move to retaliate, which surprised the crowd to an extent, already bringing up a few cries of, "What a p***y!"