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Post by sweetclover1 on May 13, 2017 21:55:03 GMT -5
(Imma change his class schedule a lil bit x3) "Oh- that's what I'm planning on doing. I'm going to try to pick up some of the easier AP classes to bolster my GPA,, plus I have to take my last math class," Simon responded eagerly, happy to find someone else who was doing the same thing he did. He decided not to mention that he was currently top of his class, not wanting to brag. He didn't like talking about his own intelligence, not with others who didn't care about their grades at least. "I'm taking AP Physics II for my first block," he added, almost shyly.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 13, 2017 22:21:33 GMT -5
(Ahah that's ok, I'm on mobile too so I feel ya x3)
Simon listened with interest, relieved that Chicago had slowed down at least slightly, now able to keep up with him with only a small amount of problems. He nodded, knowing what Chicago said made sense, at least on the physics part of it. He personally had no idea what he was going to do, his only plan had been marching for the Blue Devils one day, and figuring out the rest later, but after last year he had to start reavulating what he wanted to do. He glanced down at his missing leg for a moment, wondering what he'd end up doing for college. He'd love to be a professional musician, play on Broadway shows, but he didn't want to travel and he hated the uncertainty of it all. He'd begun to consider going into some sort of medical field, the thought of being in some form of pediatrics exciting him, but then he began to consider going into dramaturgy as well. The thought of delving himself into the time period of a show and making sure everything was historically correct was appealing to him. Really, he didn't know what he aaa going to do so he just pushed himself in all of his classes so maybe he'd find something he excelled at. "I have AP European history, too, and AP lit. I dunno, I like the deep reading, it's the grammar that got me until I had it last year, our teacher was intense, we wrote our essays every Wednesday and she graded us like an AP grader would. But I always liked deep reading and finding symbolism in books, man it's fun," then he cut himself off, realizing he'd been rambling on. He blushed a little, muttering a quick sorry, his brother always taunting him about being such a nerd.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 13, 2017 22:41:37 GMT -5
"Umm," Simon hesitated, checking his schedule before he said anything. He felt a twinge of envy, that Chicago had a strong idea of what he wanted to do. He still felt like he was lost, now that his plan was thrown out the window, and the idea of him trying new things and finding a new passion intimidated him. "Looks like I'm... huh. I'm in AP stats it looks like," he said, sounding a little surprised. He glanced over, giving Chicago a small shrug. "Wasn't paying attention to which math class I was in. It's right before band so I know I'll dislike the class. I'm not the best in math to begin with, it's gonna be hard with waiting for the best class after it." He commented, feeling a trill of excitement at the thought of band. He was a percussionist for their winter percussion season, able to play in the drum line, playing snare for the competition and for Pep band half of the time. Then for the actual class he played flute and orchestra he decided on focusing on his cello. He needed to brush up on his cello skills, anyways.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 13, 2017 22:59:26 GMT -5
Simons glanced at Chicago in surprise, his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink at the comment, wondering what he actually meant by that. His eyebrows raised slightly at the stuttering, how he quickly made up an excuse for saying it, a smirk touching his features before covering it up. It really could have been the slip of a tongue, he'd seen it happen before and he thought that could be what was going on... he didn't need a repeat of last years mistake. Instead he turned his face into a grimace, "yeah, man, I wish we could suffer together- but hey, when do you have AP lit, and AP Euro? Maybe we could work together in those classes," he managed, trying to sound smooth about it. He shifted his bag almost nervously m, glancing up at the walls in interest.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 13, 2017 23:19:13 GMT -5
Simon winced at that, darting forward, surprising himself at how fast he was given his circumstances, flinching in pain as he blocked Chicago from running into yet another girl, barely even batting an eye at the cheerleader he ran into. He felt a wave of guilt, not meaning to embarrass the guy, assuming his actions made him about as straight as can be, honestly feeling a small pit of disappointment at that. "H-hey, im sorry, I promise I wasn't trying to be mean, I-uh, I actually meant it that I hoped we're in class together," he managed, eyes wide with a small amount of panic, the smaller boy not wanting to offend his new found friend. His own face was a faint shade of red as he stumbled through his words, wincing as a guy walked passed him, knocking his shoulder and causing him to stumble. Of course, no one seeming to notice, Simon almost like a shadow in his classmates eyes. It was because of his slight stature, his typically quiet demeanor. All in all he was unnoticeable until his last school found out he was gay. Then they found out he was Jewish and it was a whole new wave of bullying. It really was unfathonable, how cruel his classmates could be. Then he was the subject of everyone's taunts, everyone's bearings. Even during his treatment it continued, forcing him to take online school for a semester when he got really sick. But Simon stiffened at the derogatory mark, and he couldn't help himself as he whirled around. "Excuse me, what did you say?" He snapped, seeming to bristle at it.
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Post by ✽ραιитє∂ѕнαя∂ѕ✽ on May 13, 2017 23:32:32 GMT -5
Chicago was breathing pretty heavily, a tsunami of embarrassment crashing down on him all at once. He felt like running off in anger, but at the same time wanted to curl up in fetal position and cry. His emotions were all messed up at this point and he just needed to calm down. The girl rolled her eyes as she turned back to them. "I called him queer. And gay. In other words, I spoke the truth." She walked away. Ignoring the comments, Chicago continued. "No...don't be sorry. I need to be sorry." Standing up as straight as he could without shaking too badly, Chicago clenched his jaw to keep it from pressing his concoction of embarrassment and sadness upon his fae. "We just...need to get to class. We have a few minutes and it's not good to be late. I guess there's a possibility that I'll see you in class but the probability of us seeing each other a lunch is higher. I suppose I'll catch up with you later. I apologize." After his rambling, the raven haired boy hurried off in the direction of his first class, but took a detour and locked himself in a bathroom stall instead. Too many emotions were flying and they needed to go away. Deep breaths wheezed in and out of Chicago as he hugged his backpack to his chest tighty while sitting on the floor. Nobody else was in the bathroom, most everyone had already found their way to class. It was safe for the boy to let out some of his, well, mess out. To keep from tearing up, he bit into the collar of his cardigan and took deep breaths. The poor boy's emotions wouldn't have been such a jumbled mess had he not relived his past in the last couple of seconds while him and Simon were talking. Whenever memories took over, the same sort of reaction seemed to elicit the same emotions from Chicago: embarrassment, lowered esteem, anger, and helplessness.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 13, 2017 23:43:33 GMT -5
Simon hesitated, brows furrowed as he noticed the boy had shot off, worry coursing through his body. He wanted to dart after the guy, but didn't want to be a creep so he set off to his next class. He sat in the middle row, making sure he wasn't up front as to cause attention, but he wasn't too far in the back so the teacher would be thinking he was some type of slacker. The middle was perfect, where he was unnoticeable. He made it about ten minutes into the class before an odd, tingling sensation began in his missing leg, where his toes should be. He tried to ignore it, bouncing his good leg anxiously as he wrote his notes down, but within about five minutes he couldn't even consentraye. He bit his lip, knowing that he had permission to leave if this ever happened, the teachers already knowing about his condition. He raised his hand, asking in a small, nervous voice if he could use the restroom, voice cracking as heads whipped around to study the mouse-like new boy. His face turned a bright red, but the teacher gave him a small nod and he managed to limp out of the classroom, trying to focus on walking, sliding down next to the bathroom entrance once he found it as he tried to block out the pain, not wanting to take off his leg in school. Man, that'd be embarrassing. He really didn't need the name "gimpy" to make it to this school, too, having full intentions of riding out his last two years as a shadow. He winced, realizing snapping at that girl didn't help his plan. He just couldn't help it, when he saw a bully he had to step in, wishing someone had done the same for him. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the cool, painted brick walls as he tried to even out his breathing and block out the pain. If this didn't work he'd have to go to the nurse, which would suck on his first day. He let out a low groan, realizing that he probably just ruined any chances of making friends with that guy, Chicago, considering that he seemed fairly upset. It was a shame, he really liked the guy, at least he made a good impression. Pretty attractive too. He sighed, clutching his missing leg as he tried to get the burning to go away, resting is forehead on his knee.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 14, 2017 0:00:05 GMT -5
"Hey- uh, you okay?" He asked, sounding rather worried, mind flashing back to what that girl had said. Honestly if Chicago hadn't distracted him he would have lashed out, made some kind of scene. He studied the bloodshot eyes, knowing he must have been crying, and he couldn't feel just the smallest amount of responsible for that one. If he hadn't smirked, Chicago wouldn't have been so embarrassed and wouldn't have ran into the you-know-what kind of girl. He crinkled his nose, the worried expression painted on his face. He made no move towards the senior, nor away from him. Simon felt guilty at him hoping that the girl was right- that he was gay, knowing that wouldn't be the best way of having a new acquaintance finding out. He shifted off of his bad leg, the burning sensation making it hard for him to focus, face pale.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 14, 2017 0:17:12 GMT -5
"Something you'll quickly learn about me: half the time I look like that currently," he responded wryly, before sliding down to the ground, rubbing his missing leg cautiously, knowing he had to be careful around someone he didn't know. He had his own secrets, ones that he'd prefer to keep to himself, just until he knew who to trust. He continued to study Chicago, the worry clear on his features. "I'm still sorry about earlier, I didn't mean ta make fun of ya. Not in a mean way," he added, guilt filling up his chest, getting the sense that people made fun of him because of his sexuality. At least there he could relate. He shook his head, looking a little tired as he rested his forehead on his good knee, still trying to get the burning sensation to disappear. It had lessened slighlty, but he needed some time before he could get back to his class.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 14, 2017 0:36:25 GMT -5
Simon glanced up, eyes widening slightly at the last portion of the comment. Jeez, this school must be as bad as his last one, of Chicago just assumed that Simon wouldn't associate with him. " You didn't drag me into anything, if I remember correctly I was the one who started talking to you," he pointed out gently, his fingers slowly coming to a stop as the pain faded to the point that he could handle it. He still remained on the ground, trying to choose his words carefully. "I mean- I am, y'know," Simon hesitated, the words "I'm gay," sticking in his throat. He hadn't ever told anyone before- everyone at his old school found out when he had a falling out with a "friend" (a girl who liked him) posted it on his schools Facebook page, assuming that was the only Reason why he wouldn't actually date her. What sucked was she was actually right, and he couldn't deny it. Now he just hated talking about it, not seeing what the big deal was. He had gone back into the closet and decided it was nice and safe in there, but he felt himself say that without thinking.He coughed awkwardly, before continuing quickly, "I mean- id really like to... hang out n stuff, you actually seem really smart and it'd be nice to have someone around to have intellectual conversations with- I uh, mean, if that's okay with you," he mumbled, face a bright red as he picked at his missing legs knee. Now all that was left was the painful pulsing from going up those stairs- now that one was his fault, and no doubt he'd have some cuts or blisters from rubbing his nub in the socket the wrong way. Tonight was going to be soooo much fun, dealing with that.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 14, 2017 1:12:18 GMT -5
(Get some sleeeeeeeep lol. Night painted (if that's okay that I call you that. ) "I wouldn't pity you. There's no reason to. I genuinely get a good vibe off of ya," Simon retorted, feeling again that feeling of connection with Chicago. He felt like he was always pitied, ever since last year and he lost his leg. It went to the point that he tried to pretend he still had both, wanting everyone to think he was at least somewhat normal. The only thing he couldn't understand was why he wanted to go home-but he supposed home must be a safe place for him. For Simon it wasn't the case, not when he was living with his mother and jock brother. He rested his head against the stall, not wanting to go back to class, either. He gave a small, half hearted shrug. "I mean, I feel that, it'd be better than being in the same room as those idiots, but, hey, at least if you go you might learn something interesting," he tried, but the conviction wasn't quite in his voice. He felt pretty tired, probably because he didn't get much sleep the night before, and all the excitement in the last hour left him drained from people.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 14, 2017 9:56:42 GMT -5
Simons features scrunched up in annoyance, finding the fact that his teachers even seemed to hate him reprehensible. He really didn't understand what their sexual preference had to do with them being good students in class, but most seemed to take it as an affront to them, too. Or even if they didn't they just ignored whatever tauntings where going on during the classes. The only place that didn't happen was band and his other classes. Simon hesitated, scooting over and wrapping an arm around Chicagos shoulders, squeezing them lightly before retracting his hand. "Yeah, that's how it was at my old school, too," he admitted softly, studying his hands for a moment. He gave a slight nod at his other comment, relieved they had the class together, pushing himself up by using the wall, a wince flitting across his features. "C'mon. Let's get going, maybe you could show me around town after school? We could do something fun, makeup for the sucky day," he suggested hopefully.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 14, 2017 16:37:44 GMT -5
Simon felt a small pang of fear when they entered their classroom, not wanting to have to explain his weird thing of needed to be in the middle of the classroom. His shoulders relaxed as he saw that Chicago sat in the middle as well , frowning when he hid his face. He slid in the seat next to him, perhaps a tad closer then he usually would. "Mmm sounds delicious," he murmured back with a small grin. He pulled out his notes, feeling relief now that he wasn't on his leg. "I'm looking forward to it- here, here's my number so we can meet up at lunch," he said, scribbling his number in his quick, scratchy writing and tearing it out of his notes, waiting until no one was looking before sliding it over. He eyed the rude girl warily, recognizing her from earlier.
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Post by sweetclover1 on May 14, 2017 18:39:57 GMT -5
Simon gave a quick nod, noticing that he had scooted just a bit away, but he didn't mind that. He studied over the others notes, surprised at how neat and tidy they were. He always had to rewrite his notes because he wrote for speed in class, using a mechanical pencil so he could erase any mistakes and he usually had notes in all the margins, as well. He was a bit more disorganized than his friend, but there was a method to his madness. He flipped open his own notes, finding what he had written previously and marking the page, a reminder for him to update his at-home notes, the ones he used for studying. Those were all written in color coded ink, with post-it note reminders like "review" and "ask teacher in class". The class period soon started and he felt himself engrossed in the class, taking down notes in his tiny, messy scrawl, left hand flying on the page as he wrote. Unfortunately for him, he was a bit of an aggressive academic. He was the first hand up on any question, and even corrected the girl who was previously rude to Chicago when she responded with an event that was pre World War One,pointing out the flaw in her answer to his own personal satisfaction. For some reason it always made him feel better when he found out that bullies were usually not academically inclined, even in an AP class. He continued to write in his notes, although he'd find himself doodling every now and then, his attention wavering until someone else answered a question that he completely forgot the answer to. Then he got competetive again and continued to pay attention, barely glancing at Chicago as his mind focused on his academics.
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