"I guess so…" Rowan toyed with his hair a bit and bit his lip. "I just… I wish I was just normal. Then we wouldn't have to deal with this shit, you know? I'm really sorry, Damien…"
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
"Yeah, I know. Kinda preaching to the choir here." Damien laughed a little. He wove through the hallway, trying to stay in the pockets of space between people. "Uh- I'm gonna get to class, I think."
"Oh, um… okay." Rowan tried his best to keep up with Damien. "I think my class is on the way to yours, so… I'll just… uh… I'll walk with you, if that's okay?"
"Yeah. That's fine." Damien rubbed his eyes with the back of a newly freed hand. "Gotta go to fucking.. theater.. or some shit."
Rowan nodded a bit. "I've got English… I really don't feel like reading or writing shit…" He sighed. "And the teacher always assigns way too much homework."
He nodded. "Yeah- dude, I remember when I had her class, she assigned one of those dang 'get to know me' essays. Fucking crazy." Damien snorted, trying to walk fairly close to the wall. "I actually don't think I turned that in… damn."
Rowan laughed softly. "Yeah, I remember that… I actually turned mine in, though. Somehow got a hundred on it even though I put in minimal effort."
"Damn. I got an 85. Kinda miss her class, though. The senior English teachers are more interesting, I guess, but her work was a lot easier." Damien's free hand fidgeted absentmindedly.
Rowan shrugged a bit. "I guess. I'm real fucking lazy, but I get my shit done, I guess. I honestly don't pay that much attention."
"You should. I didn't pay attention in class and now I don't know jack shit about nothing." He snorted softly.
"Ughhh… but I'm probably not going to college anyway. What does it matter?" Rowan asked softly.
"I don't fucking know, man. I'm just saying you can't come crying to me when you can't do your math, 'cause I can't either." Damien stopped, leaning on the wall of his classroom. "I gotta go. I'll see you in a few hours or something?"
"Yeah… see you later, Damien." Rowan sighed and headed off to his own class, where he sat silently and idly took notes.
Truth be told, Damien sort of half-assed his way through theater class. He participated when needed, and had some fun, but otherwise treated it like any other elective.
(Should we skip to when they meet up again?)
(yeah! can you handle that?)
(Yep!)
Rowan waited by Damien's locker after school, trying to keep hold of all his things. He'd gotten out of class early, so he just needed Damien now.
Damien pushed through the crowd to his class, talking with a classmate about something stupid. They split off as Damien got closer to his locker, waving slightly to Ro. "I'm so fucking tired of school, man." He laughed a little, opening up his locker to grab his backpack.
"Yeah, me too…" Rowan laughed dryly as he looked up at Damien. "I'm real tired of all this shit. You ready to go home?" He asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am." Damien slung his backpack over his shoulder, beginning to walk to the Senior parking lot. "What kinda stuff d'you need to make up?"
"Uhm… everything under the sun?" Rowan laughed weakly. "I've got so much shit to get done…"