Give meh Bruce Wayne
I baggsys Booster
All of a sudden Michael Carter came into the hallway and shouted. "Everyone can relax, Booster is here!" 2 of the cheerleader girls, with grins on there faces, came up to Michael and put there arms through his and started walking toward his class.
Micheal Carter AKA Booster, was Gotham High's star quaterback for the Gotham Jets. Every girl wanted to be with him, every boy wanted to be him.
As Michael walked past Dick and Albert he winked at them.
@lordgawain: Dick looked at his school's star quarterback and expressed a sign of disgust. "Ugh, Seriously?" About to comment on his disgust on presumptuous jocks he looks at the student in front of him and his puppet. Just then the bell rings. "Uh.. See ya!"
Relieved that he was free of talking puppets and jocks he walks into his first class.
Michael sat down in his first lesson of the day, Chemistry, and got his books from his bag. He was feeling good today, the Jets won last night and are on course to win the championship. Just got to get his grades up, if he could get his grades up he could win a scholarship and then pay for his mum to have that operation. He looked around and saw Albert next to him with cuts on his face. "What happened to you dude? Looks like you had a fight with a pair of scissors"
"Riiiight!" said Michael. He always thought Albert was really weird, especially because he carries that stupid puppet with him.
"Then why give him one? He's just a puppet...a rather ugly looking one, but a puppet. You must have control over your hand?"
Pamela Isley walked the halls of the school, hating that another year had started. She hated every person at the school, although you would never know it. She was insanely popular, and made sure to alway have a smile on her face. Her great figure and low-buttoned tops never hurt either. Everyone thought she loved them, but she never let them know the truth. She put on her smile and struted down the halls, head held high and red hair flowing, until she realized she was late for class.
"Oh, crap!" she yelled, running for her class. She burst into Chemistry and only two seats were avialable next to Albert, the creepy kid with the puppet, and Michael, the ego-filled quarter-back that was always trying to hit on her. She opted for the latter and sat rigth behind him, hoping it would stop him from talking to her, but knowing it wouldn't.
Jason pulled in to the school parking lot, his motorcycle taking the parking slot of their "beloved" principle. Jason pulled off his scarlet red helmet and put on his ruby sunglasses. He hated the institution, but he had to go through with it for at least another few years.
The halls were empty, and why wouldn't they be, he was late. He kept his hands in his leather jacket and lifted his thick soled steal toed boots. First he put it against the window, dirtying it with his presence. He then brought it down and pushed the handle down, opening the door with his foot. He then gave a kick, nocking the door against the wall and walked in. He noticed pamela sitting next to the nerd Edward. Deciding to play the badboy, he walked over and pushed the nerd out with his foot. He then sat down. The teacher didn't even stop his lecture. He was too scared of him.
He looked over at the picture perfect pamela and gave a cocky smirk. "Hey rose, how was the party last night?"
He was referring to the party Harley had held that he had crashed. He knew ivy had been there because the two girls were best friends and he had seen her by the punch bowl.
Pamela hardly flinched when Jason kicked over Edward, she had never liked him very much. He was scrawny, and always was hard to understand. Plus he wore WAY too much green. Pamela loved the color green, but Edward took it way too far.
She continued to tap away on her phone, texting with harley who was telling her all about the party last night, even though Pamela had been there. That was harley, lost in her own little world. jason said something to her, but she ignored him as usual. He was hott, but she knew better than to give into him right away. That would have made her seem weak.
She flipped her hair, sending the scent of her perfume his way, but blocking her face from him, and kept on typing.
Jason kept his smirk as he saw her ignore him. He decided to make her come to him instead so he played off her weaknesses. Turning over he signaled to micheal. "Yo mike, heard you and the boys had a good time with the cheerleaders last night. Did Pam give you a little dance?"
He knew Pamela had been getting harassed by micheal for a few weeks. She wasn't even a cheerleader but she had been able to rise to the top through beauty and brains as the most popular kid there was. Micheal was the opposite of her, rather than getting it because of who he was, all he was was an image, concocted to appease to the populace. Nobody knew what he was like in the shadows of solitude, but not many people cared.
Micheal's ear perked when he heard Jason meantion the red-head behind him and anyone knew that he was most likely going to hit on her again.
Pamela decided to strike first, not wanting to hear another speech from Booster about how awesome he was. He was cute, but way to aware of it, and he had something wrong in the head. He kept telling people he was from the future, although no one believed him since he hadnt been able to predict anything or do any of the cool time-travel stuff you see in movies.
"Please, if i had given him that pleasure his head finally would have exploded. It's already too full of hot air." She jabbed at Jason, watching Michael deflate. She went back to her phone and saw it was dying. She had forgotten to charge it again! She chastized herself in her head. She hated technology, it always let her down.
Pamela considered the offer. She never had her charger on her, and without the phone she would have no choice but to pay attention to every gawking and hormone-driven teenage boy that was trying to get a better look down her shirt. Of th boys at school, Jason Todd was at least tolerable.
"Fine. Where to?" She said with a 'don't-try-anything-or-I-will-rip-your-balls-off' look.
@dvsprankster: Jason snickered and got up, unafraid of the red haired girl her was leading. The teacher stopped for a second to try to tell Jason that class was still in session, but he just shot a glare and he let the two of them pass outside.
Slowly, Jason led Pam over to the water fountain to say his peace. He pulled out a digital camera from his pocket and waved it at her.
"I want to get out of this town and I'm sure you do too. I'm trying every get rich-quick scheme I can get away with, and one of them is to start a modeling agency. To do that, I need models. You've got the right gumption to not let people lead your life and I'm sure you want out too, so what do you say?"
Pamela couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jason was really playing the photographer-model angel? She had never seen him with a camera before in his life. He also had her pegged wrong. She didn't hate THESE people, she hated people in general. The whole human race disgusted her. She made a mental note, however, to be better about her disguise. Obviously he had seen through her fake smile, even if only a little bit and misread what he saw there. She flashed him the smile again.
"Modeling? Since when are you a photographer? And who's going to buy pictures of me?"
Obviously she wasnt against modelling, but she didnt want every boy in the school to suddenly have pictures of her to do who-knows-what with.
"Heheh, are you kidding? Have you seen your body? Any girl at the school with half a brain or less would kill for one like yours. And I'm pretty sure most of the girls here are sporting only half a brain. And every guy here would pay huge smackers for a pic of you. Of course we'd hide your face to keep your identity. And I never said I was a photographer. I just want money. I know a few guys that are good enough to represent you, and gay enough not to horndog you. You can think of this as screwing the school over. While they gawk at your body, you can sit over there laughing at them in a pool of money."
Pamela thought this over and it was a conundrum. She liked the idea of sticking it to everyone in the school, seeing as they were all wasteful, disgusting destroyers of everything anyways, and she wasnt usually very shy with her body, so it kind of made sense.
@deathbymanga"Alright, I see your point. I'm in. When and where do you want to do this?" she answered.
@dvsprankster: Jason smiled for real as he saw that she was in. Not many girls around here had both the attitude and the body to really effectively stick it to society, but she did.
"That's great, come to this studio I rented, you can meet James and Piper there." He hands Pamela the address and the extra charger he had promised her before.
@deathbymanga Pamela took the address and the charger, and gave Jason a smile out of courtesy. "Thanks." she said. She planned to meet him, but she knew better than to trust him, so she was definitely planning to get someone to come with her. But who would come that she could trust?
She went back into the class where Dr. Fox was still lecturing and she sat down, plugging in her phone into the wall and started tapping on her phone again, ignoring michael and albert.
Jason decided to ditch the rest of Fox's lecture and went up to the roof where a couple other punks were sitting as well. He sat over to one end and bummed a smoke while he waited for gym to start.
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The bell rang and he headed down to the gym, spotting plenty of girls heading into the girl's locker room, spotting Stephanie as she entered as well, she didn't notice him, but he was sure going to make her notice once they were all ready.
The bell finally rang and Pamela moved on to her next class. She had her head down, texting still on her phone until she bumped into a huge boy, at least 6 1/2 feet tall. She muttered an apology and kept walking, hearing a return apology in some kind of spanish accent. She was headed to the locker room to change for gym. She hated gym. It made her all sweaty and nasty and then it took forever to make herself look fabulous again afterward. Plus, while she did a great job covering it up, she was always worried that it might wipe her make up and show her true self. She knew if that ever happened her status as queen bee of the school would be gone forever, and she would be an outcast.
Dick knew he had gym. He didn't want to go. As he inadvertently skipped class he walked by the girls locker room. Just outside the door he bumpped into Pamela who, unlike him, seemed ready to go to class.
"Will you watch where you're--?" He realized he was reacting to the self proclaimed queen bee of his school. In order to not cause unwanted attention to himself, he decided to simply start walking away.
[Character Harvey Dent]
Harvey Dent just finished posting countless posters throughout Gotham High. He was a sure candidate for president of Gotham High's student council. He worked well with both the students and teachers most time and he was very smart. After all his hard work he decided to get a drink out of the water fountain.
Pamela kept walking and got bumped again, this time by a skinnier kid that looked vaguely familiar. The kid started to say something to her, but recognized her right away and shut up to keep on walking. She had that effect on peiople around the school. "It's good to be the queen" she thought to herself. She passed by one of Harvey Dent's posters, running for student body president again. He always ran unopposed, or someone tried that had no chance. The thought of beign the OFFICIAL head of the school started to swim around in her head as she headed into the locker room.
@dvsprankster: Harvey smirked as he saw "Queen Bee of GH" eyeing his poster knowing if he had her on his side, he would defiantly win again this year. As she was walking to the locker room he grabbed her, "Pam, saw you eyeing the poster and as Queen Bee of GH, " He said even though he thought otherwise, "I was hoping to get your vote, because it's no doubt you have an effect on everything you touch." He winked.
As Dick walked away from the pretencious ginger he looked over to see the self-proclaimed leader of Gotham High talking to her. "Why does he do that?" he said under his breath as he past the only tolerable person in the school. Bruce Wayne was, apparently, also skipping class: "I don't get why he's planning on running for class president again. Someone should just put him down a peg or two." He told Bruce. "Why don't you run against him?"
@dvsprankster: @pyrogram: Dick responded with a sarcastic look on his face: "Has anyone ever told you you're a lousy comedian?" He went back to the topic at hand. "Well, if you are going to claim this school as yours, the way Dent did last year, you should get a move on. By the look on Pam's expression she is either ready to beat him at his own game or ready to simply beat him up"
Pam almost smacked Dent as he ran up and grabbed her arm, but she saw who it was first.
"Vote for a two-faced politician like you? Now, why would i go and do that?" She flirted, knowing a bit about being two-faced herself. She hated Dent, but she dfinitely understood why he acted the way he did. She new the biggest difference between the two of them was that Dent has been caught being two-faced and she hadn't...yet.
"Maybe, i should just give you a run for your money this year, did you think of that? Like you said, I am the QUEEN bee, not a drone." She pushed him away slightly, waiting to see what he would respond. She looked up and saw Bruce and Dick looking at her, and she gave them a wink. Never hurts to be on good terms with a billionaire and his best buddy she thought to herself.
"She's winking now?" Dick questioned as he looked around the hall to find no one but he and Bruce. I wonder what she wants he thought to himself.
Just then Dick went and put Bruce on the spot: "Hey Dent, you better watch it because Wayne here is going to beat you to the presidential title". After inmprudently saying that, he realized Bruce hadn't even agreed to run. He ended up putting his foot in his mouth without thinking how Bruce would feel about his abrupt comment.
Rory slowly opened the bag he held in front of him. No, it wasn't ready yet. Slowly, cautiously, he made his way to the textiles room, and sat in front of a sewing machine. As cloth found his hands, he began to sew. Ridiculous red met gruesome green met pastille-tinted purple.
Pamela chuckled to herself as little Dickie Grayson tried to play with the big kids by offerin up his friend as a sacrifice. From the look on Bruce's face he hadn't even agreed to run, and his buddy had just shoved him into it.
"Please, i will beat you both with my hands tied behind my back." She teased the boys, pantomiming being tied up. "I have some...distinct advantages, if you know what i mean. You boys can't compete with that."
@sora_thekey: @dvsprankster: Dent began to laugh a bit, but then he looked at Pamela, "you know your odds are 50%," he said flipping his signature double headed coin, "and that's if you're lucky." He snickered
He then heard the Freshman known as Dick Grayson, who at times was sometimes bigger than this britches. "Why?" Dent's voice was a little darker, this was his thing in Gotham High and he wasn't going to let a Billionaire Brat, a Stupid freshman, and a slut.(sorry lol) get the best of him.