Blaine held the note from his locker in his hand as he shut the locker door to turn towards Cameron who smiled before introducing himself. “I’m Cameron.” He paused for just a moment, looking Blaine over. “So, Blaine. You’re new around here, right? Are you interested in any sports?” Cameron asked, curious to know more about Blaine.
“Yeah, I just moved here at the beginning of the semester, and not really. I like baseball and softball, but more just to watch. I’m not much of the sports type.”
Cameron nodded as Blaine answered him, and rested his arm against the locker. “Alright, if you’re not a sports guy, what is it that you like to do in your free time?”
“I’m more of a writer. I take it you’re a sports guy then?”
“Sure, I like sports, but I’d consider myself a people guy. A writer though? I bet you would sit out under a tree by the stream writing romantic stuff for a girl. Half the girls here would just love that.” Cameron said, running a hand through his hair, then fixing his gaze on Blaine to hear his response.
Blaine nodded slightly as he listened to Cameron’s words, struggling to keep his focus on the guy’s face… and his piercing eyes… instead of his entire, very attractive body. “You, uh… definitely look like a guy that does sports to me. I, on the other hand, am not that great with people.” At the next part of what Cameron said, Blaine shrugged awkwardly. “For the right person. I wouldn’t for just anyone.”
“For the right person?” Cameron repeated. “What type of person would that be?”
Michigan had pulled Reese into an excited hug just as Olin had walked up to them asking if they got the roles they wanted. Michigan’s smile unfaltering, he looked to Olin.
“Yeah! We both got lead roles!”
“I heard you’re helping out, right Olin?” Reese asked.
Olin nodded. He hadn’t auditioned, but he had gotten roped into helping out some with the musical. “Yeah, I’m helping with the music, and that’s great that you both got leads.”
Reverie looked up at the individual she had walked into. First she nearly ran a girl over on the way to school, but now she actually ran into a guy. Kwan, a guy she had seen in one of her classes. She looked up at him with a bright smile. “Thanks for thinking I’m cute and sweet.” Reverie said in reference to him calling her Pinkie Pie. “I’m just trying to get to the art room.”
Kwan chuckled as he crossed his arms looking down at her. “Look Pinkie Pie, watch where you’re going next time, and tell me where Marco is.” Marco was a student in their math class, who Kwan had to find to get the homework he had gotten done for him which was due that day.
“I’ll try to be more careful next time, don’t worry. Oh, Marco, I saw him enter the boy’s bathroom down the hall just a few minutes ago. Hopefully that helps make up for bumping into you.”
Shelby looked over at the girl who had spoken to her with a slight nod. She had gotten a note saying to meet at lunch, but it seemed the girl had gotten a note as well. “Yeah, I did.” Shelby said, showing the note to her.
Giselle looked at the note in Shelby’s hand, confirming that the note was in fact the same one she had. “Do you have any idea who this ‘Max Parker’ is? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him.”
Giselle may not have known, but Shelby knew exactly who Max was. “Maxine.”
“Maxine? Who’s Maxine?”
“Maxine Parker. She’s a senior.” Shelby knew all about Max. The girl Shelby wished she was, though she knew she would never be, no matter how much she studied.
“Oh!” Giselle honestly didn’t expect that the Max from the note was a girl. “Why would she pick both of us?”
Shelby shrugged in response as she grabbed what she needed and closed her locker so she could walk to class. “I don’t know. I guess we have something in common. Maybe someone who knows her might have an idea?”
“Thanks, nice face, you’ve caked on just enough makeup today.” Natalie said with a roll of her eyes, taking just a moment to glance over the girl. Natalie had no interest in continuing to interact with the girl, and looked back at the note she had found from Max.
Laurel looked at Natalie, annoyed due to her comment. She looked her over and mumbled to herself, “Wow, thanks.” If the girl was going to be rude and ignore her, why try to be nice. You get treated the way you treat others. Laurel turned back to her locker, placing the loose earbud back in her ear, only to find a note in there for herself.
Questions
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How does your character approach romance and relationships? How fast do they move in a relationship(in a physical and emotional sense)? What about short lived flings or even just a night?
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How does your character feel about going to meet Max during lunch? If they wouldn’t want to go, what would make them decide to go, even if it’s reluctantly?