Jocks Vs. the Arts (OPEN!)

"I dunno, I'm not going to be there." She whispered back.

"Lee don't leave me alone! Please," Marco put on his puppy eyes.

She sighed. "I'll talk with ma and pop. See if I can charm a yes out of them."

"Yey! Thanks," Marco smiled. Right on cue the bell rang. "Everybody out!"

Dexter grabbed his pack and stood up. "I have math next so I'll see you later Lowe."

Lee stood up. "What do we have next?"

"See ya, Dex!" Lowe walked off to English.

Marco walked past Dexter and looked back at Lee. "History. You?"

"I've got English." She said. "See ya later, bro."

"I bid all of thee farewell," Lillian bowed and started her way to history. It was definitely one of her favorite classes, if it wasn't for the douches in her class.

"I bid all of thee farewell," Lillian bowed and started her way to history. It was definitely one of her favorite classes, if it wasn't for the douches in her class.

(HOW DARE THEE)

"I bid all of thee farewell," Lillian bowed and started her way to history. It was definitely one of her favorite classes, if it wasn't for the douches in her class.

(HOW DARE THEE)

(I BITE MY THUMB AT THEE! THY DOUCHE!)

(What does that even mean?)

(Oh boy…)

(I don't even know.)

(It's uh…oh bird….what was I talking about?)

(What does that even mean?)

(It's the Shakespearean equivalent at someone flipping someone off.)

(…Anyway….back to RPing?)

(YEah let's do that)

(Yes.)

(Alright then.)

(Backup characters…)
Marco walked into History and sat next to Josh. "How's life?" He asked as Marco pulled out a pencil. Marco sighed, "to be honest… Not that great."
Josh pointed to a 'nerd' that sat at Dexter's table walking. "Life has to be better than having her in our class, right?"

Lillian was reading over different scripts for productions that were going to be put on at theaters through out the town. She saw one of the jocks point at her. She rolled her eyes and went back to reading.

Marco frowned, "their not all that bad… You know that right?" Josh shrugged and pulled out a pair of earbuds.

Lee plopped down in a chair, preparing for the boredom of English class.

Lillian bit her thumb and turned her eyes toward the jocks. She doubted they knew what it meant anyway. She looked back at the scripts and put them away waiting for the teacher to enter.

Marco let out a sigh when Mrs. Foshly (I'm terrible at last names…) entered the room. She began writing a quote on the board. "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." She then backed away from the board, "can anyone tell me who said this?"

Lillian's hand shot up into the air.

(Is anyone else besides Lee in English class?)

(You want to control the teacher or should I?)

(You control the teacher please.)

(Lowe's in English)