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[GABE EVANS]

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WE ARE WHO WE ARE!
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“It looks like shit.”

Jordan Monroe gasped softly in shock, appearing crestfallen momentarily before sucking it up and pulling that look of bitchiness back into her features. Gabe only raised an eyebrow as Jordan turned away and began hissing under her breath to her friends. What a bitch, that Evans girl was. Blah blah blah, as if she hadn’t heard it all before. “Being honest doesn’t make me a bitch. It just makes you stupid for asking a question you obviously didn’t want the answer to,” Gabe replied simply, eying the drawing in Jordan’s sketchbook she’d inquired about. She had giddily and proudly asked everyone around her what they thought of her drawing of a cat. Jordan apparently thought she had done good and was looking for people to back up her opinion. And while everyone else happily lied to the snobby rich girl with all of the amazing parties, Gabe wasn’t very inclined to do so. As Jordan’s posse glared at her, she only smiled in amusement and turned back to Todd Force.

She could hear the whispers circling the room, feel the eyes boring into her as she pretended to ignore them or just glancing at her. Gabe was an attention whore, and be it good or bad attention, she enjoyed it just the same. Every time she heard a new rumor going around about her all she could do was smile and be pleased by it. What people had to say didn’t hurt her feelings; she had learned to get over that a long time ago. No, the only thing she was worried about was that she stayed in people’s minds, and being known as a rebellious opinionated bitch wasn’t so bad. In fact, she sort of enjoyed her label. It was better than being invisible, and while her strong and blunt personality was a bit too rough for most people, it was the only way she wanted to be. Anything was better than being her overly obedient and silly mother.

“She’d be better off drawing stick people,” Gabe murmured to Todd, smiling as she picked her purple pen back up and drew a smiley face in the circle that was the head of the stick boy she had drawn on Todd’s upper arm, having to push the sleeve of his shirt up a little more to draw a few squiggly lines for his hair. In the face of the girl figure beside the boy she drew a frowning face. Putting the cap back on her pen, Gabe leaned back and examined her masterpiece. “It’s missing something,” she said, tapping the pen against her lips for a moment before dropping it on the table and plucking up an orange pen and drawing a balloon in the hand of the boy. “There! My work is complete!” she exclaimed dramatically and with a half French, half German accent. Several heads turned back to glance at her and she only snorted and picked up her red pen.

“You have sketchbooks for a reason, Miss Evans,” said the art teacher, Mr. Harold Forrester, in an amused tone. They did have an actual project to do, but Mr. Forrester was too laid back a teacher to encourage many assignments, only assigning them and letting the class do as they pleased, as long as they behaved and didn’t rat out his laziness to the principal. He was Gabe’s favorite teacher, and this was her favorite class. “Well, let me see,” he said, leaning over the table slightly to examine Todd’s arm. “Hmm. Stick people. Simple, yet classy. I love it!” he said with a clap before turning to Jordan Monroe. “I heard from a little bird you finished your cat finally,” he said, moving on to Jordan to turned another glower in Gabe’s direction, glancing away only when Gabe blew her a kiss.

Laughing, Gabe turned back to Todd, uncapping her red pen. “Hold still, Toady,” she said, grabbing his arm again, quickly scribbling “GABE’S B*TCH” on the back of his arm so it’d be harder for him to read. She made sure to bleep out at least part of the word so Mr. Forrester wouldn’t have any reason to scold her. Not like he even gave out detentions unless something really bad happened, but still. They did have other classes to go to. “Okay, I think I’m done with you.”

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Todd snorted with laughter, ducking his head down and biting his lip when Gabe told Jordan that her drawing was complete and utter shit. He grinned, looking very interested in his drawing, his surf-blue eyes flickering up every once in a while to watch the exchange between the two girls. Jordan couldn't draw for anything, and everyone knew it but her. She was sorta popular, he guessed, so of course none of her friends would tell her that her drawing sucked. Gabe would, though, and it was priceless. She wasted no time in informing them that she wasn't a bitch, that they were just stupid, and it made Todd grin as he continued to draw. There was never a dull moment with either him or Gabe, and when they were together it just made everything that much more fun. There was no room for boredom anywhere that they were.

Todd laughed and nodded in agreement when Gabe remarked that Jordan would have been better off drawing stick people. "It could have been a stick cat," Todd suggested, craning his neck and standing up a bit in his seat to see the infamous cat drawing at the table next to them. When he saw it he smirked and laughed and plopped back down. "Then again, it looks pretty possible for her to even mess that up," he said, grinning at Jordan, who narrowed her eyes at him and flipped her sketchbook over with a loud slap, before crossing her arms angrily over her chest and flopping back in her chair.

Todd glanced down at his own drawing, which was coming along pretty well. It was his rendition of the painting The Scream, with the screaming bald guy in the foreground, that everyone recognized. The figure was only half-done, but it looked good so far. In the background was where he added his own touch - zombies chasing after the man, bloody and gory and losing pieces of their bodies as they shuffled along. He only had a few so far, and even fewer were actually complete, but whatever, anyone who saw it would get the idea. He planned on adding more of them, anyway, wanting the background to be filled with a sea of grimacing zombie faces. His drawing really should have been done by now; he had had over a week to work on it, and it was still largely incomplete. There were a lot of distractions in this class, though, and Todd's laziness and ADHD didn't help matters.

Todd grinned and watched expectantly as Gabe resumed drawing on his arm, adding a smiling expression to the stick figure she had inked into his skin. He laughed when she decided it was missing something, watching in anticipation while she thought about it. After a moment she picked up an orange pen, adding a balloon to the boy's hand while he tried his best to see around her hand. It was finished, and "her work was complete," and Todd grinned as he inspected the brightly-colored drawing. He showed it off proudly to Mr. Forrester, who came to inspect it. Mr. Forrester was easily Todd's favorite teacher; he was just as laid back as Todd was and didn't expect much from his students. Additionally, he taught art class, the only class where Todd actually had an A. And unlike the other teachers, Mr. Forrester didn't lecture him too much about trying harder or any of that.

Todd watched while the teacher moved on to Jordan's disproportionate cat drawing, chuckling while Jordan glared at Gabe. Gabe blew her a kiss, and Todd managed to lean around his best friend to make the "I love you" sign with his hand before Jordan looked away. Todd laughed and glanced back down at his Scream drawing. It was awesome, but he was getting tired of working on it. Every time he looked at it, it seemed like it hadn't evolved at all. That was probably because Todd hadn't been working on it since the last time he had looked at it, but it was still irritating.

Gabe was telling him to hold still anyway, drawing something over the back of his arm. "What's that?" Todd asked her, trying not to move but attempting to crane his neck into an impossible position to see what she was doing. She giggled and pulled away when she finished, announcing that she was done with him, but Todd was too busy pulling at the skin on his arm and trying to twist it around to where he could see what she had written. He lifted his arm up, peeking underneath, where he could barely see some upside-down red letters on the back of his arm. If there was anything bad for his dyslexia, it was trying to read Gabe's handwriting upside-down. "What does it sayyyy?!" he demanded, half-amused and half-frustrated that he couldn't see what she had written.

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[GABE EVANS]

YOU KNOW WE'RE SUPERSTARS!

WE ARE WHO WE ARE!
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It wasn’t unusual to catch Gabe Evans, Todd Force, or Liz Stark covered in body art. Gabe actually did have two real tattoos, love on her right wrist and a firefly on the back of her neck, but neither was nearly as noticeable as all of the colorful pen and marker ink drawn onto her arms, neck, face…Or even her legs or stomach, depending on the day. Maybe it was strange to everyone else, but to them it was a normal every day activity. It seemed that from the age of ten, all allowance money was spent on new Sharpie markers, jell pens, pain, or anything they could draw with. The entire front pouch of Gabe’s book bags was full of different writing utensils, though most were spilled onto her table at the moment. There was also a box of baby wipes at the bottom of her bag for those days when strict teachers like Mr. Madison or Mrs. Stalling demanded they clean themselves up, especially with any drawings on the face or neck, or any vulgar words or pictures. Luckily Gabe didn’t have a class with either, so the wipes weren’t really needed so long as she dodged them in the hallways.

Gabe laughed as Todd twisted his arm around, trying to see what she had written. She bit the inside of her mouth, trying to keep quiet, but it was hard not to laugh at him as he desperately tried to figure it out. “Sheesh, Todd, you really are useless, aren’t you?” she teased, setting her pen down and watching him for a moment more before he demanded to know what she had written on him. “Oooh good grief, you baby!” she said, pulling his arm and twisting it a bit more, careful not to do anything too harmful, but enough to hurt a bit trying to show him. “It very clearly says…Well, I don’t know if I should say, it has a bad word,” she said slyly, glancing at Mr. Forrester who wouldn’t care that much. “At any rate, it is merely me, marking you, as my very special and favorite bitch,” she said, snorting out a laugh towards the end of it as she informed him of what it was.

“Where’s Liz? Did she even come in today?” Gabe asked, glancing around. She could have sworn Liz had come into class with them, but she had gotten right to work on her masterpiece and insulting any piece of art anyone dared ask an opinion on. She pursed her lips and shook her head, grasping her pens and dumping them into her bag before pulling out a purple Crayola marker. “Methinks that bitch abandoned us,” Gabe said playfully, sure Liz was probably just hiding or in the bathroom or something. Art was too fun and easy a class to miss. “Can I come over today? The parentals are driving me nuts,” Gabe said, sighing and shaking her head. If she had her way, she’d be living with Liz or Todd. Gabe loved Parker, and Nat was okay, and she did need to fix Dylan…But it was beginning to be impossible to live with Alice and Dave Parson.

Dave was a sexist pig who had brainwashed her mother into becoming the perfect little housewife who cooked and cleaned without complaint, staying home with the children and wearing dresses and heels no matter how uncomfortable or what the weather. He wanted the type of wife who jumped onto chairs at the sight of roaches of rats. And that was what Alice had become. And that was what Dave seemed to want Gabe and Nat to become. He always called her Gabrielle, no matter her protests, and tried to discourage the idea of college or a job. He never came out and said it all, but the types of activities and things they encouraged made it very clear what they wanted from her, which was why Gabe hated them so much. She rebelled the best she could, but it didn’t mean it was easy, especially that her own mother was encouraging that sort of behavior. “If I have to hear one more time how cute I’d look in a dress and heels I might scream,” she laughed, uncapping her marker and grabbing Todd’s face in her hands, raising the marker to draw a large “L” on his forehead as quickly as she could, hoping to get it before he tried to pull away.

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Gabe’s teasing would have made Todd grin and laugh if he weren’t so busy trying to figure out what she had written on the back of his arm. He twisted it around behind him, turning his head to look over his shoulder, but he couldn't see it very well from that angle. He tried looking under his arm again, and quickly remembered why he had given that up the first time. He grasped at his arm, trying to move the skin so he could see. Gabe laughed and shook her head, taking his arm and twisting it just a bit painfully to show him what she had written.

He looked up at her to hear what exactly she had written on his arm, blue eyes twinkling with anticipation. He grinned when she admitted it had a swear word in it, glancing as well to Mr. Forrester, who wasn't paying attention. When Gabe told him what it said, Todd laughed aloud, craning his neck again to see the words written in red over the back of his arm. "Aww man," he chuckled, shaking his head. That was what it said, all right. Gabe's Bitch. Beautiful.

Todd sighed in playful defeat, but didn't have much time to count his losses. Gabe brought up their other best friend, Liz, wondering if she had even come in today. "I saw her in the hall earlier, I thought," Todd mused, then shrugged. "I dunno, she was really far away and just turning a corner. Besides, I was in a hurry, or I would have been late," he confessed, grinning. Todd was always late to class. Unless it was a class he had with Gabe or Liz or both, he didn't care. Teachers could deal with him walking in five or ten minutes late; it wasn't the end of the world. Of course, he could swear they thought differently.

Gabe accused Liz of abandoning them, and Todd grinned and gasped dramatically. That BITCH, he mouthed, shaking his head in mock disdain. He looked around for her, but Gabe was right, she wasn't here. Todd tsked. "Methinks you're right, and methinks we will have to have a talk with her," he decided, then fell back to being serious (well, serious for Todd) when Gabe asked if she could come over. It wasn't that Todd minded, in fact he loved having her over. It was just her parents... he didn't like them very much at all. They drove Gabe crazy, and honestly Todd could see why. He couldn't imagine having to live with people like that. A part of him even felt a bit sorry for his best friend, but he tried not to show it. As her friend, it was his job to help her forget everything that happened at home, not make her remember.

"Sure you can," Todd said, grinning. He was excited that she was coming over, after all. "We can play games, watch movies, eat everything in the house. My mom won't be home til like 8:30 as always," Todd chuckled. They would have the house all to themselves, something that Rhonda didn't like, but that she would just have to deal with. Gabe was his best friend, and just because they were a boy and a girl didn't mean they were fucking all over her nicely-made bed. Adults were so weird.

Gabe's were definitely weirder, though, by a longshot. Wanting her to wear a dress and heels all the time, trying to keep her from going to college and getting a good job. To be honest, it made Todd a bit angry, even if he himself didn't understand it. He would love to not have to go to college or get a job, just sit at home all day. But of course, his mother would probably make him apply to every school in the country, and a few overseas, besides. She was the exact opposite of Gabe's parents. But if Gabe wanted to go to college and be something, she should be able to do it. Even if seeing her wearing a dress and heels wouldn't be so bad... Actually, as Todd thought about it, she would probably be beautiful.

He blinked, forcing himself out of his thoughts. He had been thinking weird things about Gabe for a few days now, noticing what she wore, glancing at her when she wasn't paying attention just because he wanted to, thinking about her at home when she wasn't even around. It was strange, and Todd had no idea what it meant, but it felt awkward. He didn't like it very much, so he shoved it away and blew it off. He didn't have time for much else, anyway, as Gabe suddenly grabbed his face and began drawing on his forehead.

"Aaaagh!!" Todd yelped, jerking his head away, but not in time. He only succeeded in making the end of the huge, purple "L" she had drawn on his head slope crookedly downward. He clapped his hand to his forehead and rubbed furiously, smearing the letter but not really making it any less readable. He glanced down at his now-purple fingers, and then to Gabe with a mysterious grin.

"I'm gonna get you back for that," he threatened playfully, snatching the orange pen she had used to draw the boy's balloon and grabbing her wrist, laying her arm out palm-up on the table. He held her arm down and drew a girl in a big, poofy dress, with high heels about as long as her legs. He drew a whole bunch of fluffy curls on top of the girl's head, stacking them on top of each other to make quite the hairdo, before scrawling "Gabe" on the side and drawing an arrow pointing to the girl. "There!" he announced, pleased with himself as he snapped the cap back on the pen and grinned at his best friend.

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[GABE EVANS]

YOU KNOW WE'RE SUPERSTARS!

WE ARE WHO WE ARE!
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Gabe smiled, pleased with herself, when Todd realized what she had written. Most boys would have gotten all pissy and upset (guys like Puck and the jocks and such), but Todd didn’t seem to mind so much. That was what made Todd Force her favorite boy. The last guy she had claimed as her bitch yelled at her in class, cussed her out, and had gotten himself suspended. It was his own fault, that damned Justin Carson, for flirting with her all through math class. Gabe had even started to think he was okay until he responded that way. Some guys just had no sense of humor. Then you start joking with them about them being gay and they would flip out, too. Gabe definitely preferred the company of boys over girls, but boys could still have their drama queen moments, especially the jocks and all of the so-called “manly-men”. They were so obsessed with appearing masculine that even the slightest thing bruised their ego and sent them flying off of the handle. Of course, as bad as boys were…

Girls were worse.

Girls were like Jordan Monroe. They obsessed over their looks far too much and were way too sensitive. They whined about everything and anything. They bitched about men all of the time and what assholes they were without realizing that they themselves were being psychotic bitches. Most girls were bipolar and suffered mood swings enough to drive anyone crazy. They acted the victim all of the time and yet got mad when guys thought they were too weak to handle themselves. And that was just your average day, when they were PMSing, it was ten times worse. Gabrielle Nichole Evans could very well admit she suffered some of the faults of being a female, but not nearly to the extreme most girls her age took things. They were sneaky, lying little wenches who did their best to twist men around their little fingers to toy with them. Most girls tended to be the very things they hated in men. Surprise, surprise there. It was only human nature to be hypocritical, but seeing her mother become the epitome of what a woman “should” be and seeing other women display what real women these days were really like, it made Gabe despise her own entire sex, save for Pepper and Liz. Men were assholes, but at least they lived up to it. Girls were psychotic and inconspicuous with their horrid ways. It was talent, but an evil one.

Boys were so much simpler.

Especially Todd. Todd displayed what men could be when they got out of that whole self conscious faze. He had been her best friend for years and she adored him. Just thinking about it she was almost tempted to ruffle his hair proudly, but she only smiled and moved on to wondering about Liz. Now that she thought about it, Pepper wasn’t here either. Maybe they had gotten caught doing something bad by Mr. Madison. Maybe they snuck out of school, in which case Gabe was going to have to fuss at Liz for not dragging Gabe and Todd with her. Maybe she was skipping class or just using the bathroom or something. Gabe didn’t know and quickly pulled out her lime green cell phone to send Liz a quick text. Where r u?! Sliding her phone back into her pocket and slapped Todd on the arm. “Methinks you’re saying methinks to mock me,” she teased, prodding his leg playfully with her foot.

She couldn’t help but grin when Todd agreed to her coming over. She figured it wouldn’t be a problem, but was grateful nonetheless. The Force and Stark households were her safe haven away from her nut job parents. Gabe snorted and shook her head. “Not everyone’s as fat as you, Toad,” she teased, eying her pens and markers thoughtfully. “I rented My Soul To Take last night and never watched it. ‘Sposed to be scary,” she offered with a shrug. “Then before your mom comes home we can put in some porn in the living room and hide under a blanket making sexy sounds,” she offered with a wink. That was a sure fire way to freak out anyone’s parents. Gabe had first tested that one out on her parents. Needless to say, she’d been grounded for five months after that.

Of course, something was different now. Gabe could talk sex with any of her friends, no problem. Her mind thrived in the gutter and they were all close enough to discuss things and she was virgin enough to be completely engrossed in anything involving sex. But it was a game they had played a good few times, but this time…Something felt different. She swallowed hard and ignored the way her heart skipped a beat and tried very hard not to think too much about it, no matter how tempting it was. That was just disturbing.

It was a fine distraction drawing a beautiful “L” on Todd’s forehead and she laughed as he tried scrubbing it off. She could hardly breathe for laughing so much and her ribs hurt in the force of her laughter, ribs aching in the need for oxygen she couldn’t gasp in. The “L” would not go away. Sure he had smudged ink all over his face and his hand, but the “L” was still clear as day. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as funny when he grabbed her arm, though she couldn’t stop laughing. “No! Todddd! I forbid it!” she exclaimed, still cackling as he began drawing on her arm. Sometimes the pen scraping against her skin stung a bit and other times it tickled enough to make her arm twitch. She laughed and tried only half heartedly to pull her arm away, cringing and exclaiming, “Gods, no!” as he went about drawing the creepy girl who reminded her oddly enough of her own mother and she gasped in feign horror as he drew her name. “Uh uh, I don’t’ think so!” she said, snatching up a dark blue pen and crossing out her own name and writing TODD

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Todd grinned when Gabe whacked his arm, pleased that she had realized he was making fun of her with all of his methinks-ing. The way they were going at it, it would probably be their word for the rest of the day, dying down a bit as they moved on to other things, but of course one of them would randomly remember and use the word again, sending the other into a fit of laughter. Todd grinned at the thought of it and let his weight fall to the side, nudging his friend playfully roughly. "Methinks you're smarter than you look," he teased back, chuckling.

He grinned even wider as Gabe smiled gratefully and happily at him for allowing her to come over. Todd didn't even know why she bothered asking anymore. It was polite, he guessed, but he never said no. His house was practically Gabe's house as well. She certainly was around a hell of a lot more often than his mother was. She knew where everything was, and she didn't really even feel like a guest after all these years. It was like she just... belonged there.

Todd laughed, then quickly pouted when she accused him of being fat, just because he liked to eat. "I'm not faattttt..." he whined, poking his stomach and trying to look as pitiful as possible. "If I turned to the side, you'd lose me!" he protested, trying hard not to laugh. There were few things, if any, that Todd loved more than eating. He was always eating, constantly throughout the day, hiding Nerds in his mechanical pencils and downing them in class, or keeping crackers in his pocket and eating them when the teachers weren't looking. And yet by lunchtime he was still as hungry as ever, and often ended up finishing whatever Gabe and Liz didn't eat. It had just become part of the routine for them to shove their trays towards him when they were done. Nothing ever went to waste when Todd was around. All of that held him until about halfway through the period after the one that directly followed lunch, by which time he was starving again and smuggling more snacks into class. Luckily, Todd had an extremely high metabolism, or he'd probably be about the size of a humpback whale.

"Oooh, a scary movie!" Todd exclaimed, easily coming back to himself as the subject changed. He hadn't seen a scary movie in a while and was suddenly in the perfect mood for one. Gabe was cool with it, too. A lot of girls would scream and hide, which was cute for about the first five minutes. Sure, guys liked being there for them, liked making them feel safe and "protecting" them from all the terrifying things in a horror movie. But most girls just didn't shut up. They screamed when the protagonist dropped the knife she was using to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and barely even watched the thing. Todd didn't know how on Earth girls knew what was even going on in horror movies. At least with Gabe it would be fun. She could handle a scary movie without too much freaking out, and it was one of many things Todd liked about her.

He laughed at her suggestion to watch porn and hide under the blanket, moaning and giggling and making all sorts of other sex sounds when his mom came home. "I don't think we even have porn! Unless it's my secret stuff..." Todd confessed, playfully ducking his head down to hide from Gabe. It was all a joke, but he felt his face flame up a bit, turning a bit pink. He didn't want Gabe to imagine him home alone, watching it and doing... stuff. He also imagined the very scenario she had described... them underneath the blankets making sounds, and he found himself wondering what Gabe would sound like... That thought turned his face fire-engine red, and he was more than grateful that he was currently hiding in his arms. He swallowed hard and thought of something else, dead Sparky or anything to make his skin turn back to its original color before he brought his head back up, hoping his face wasn't still pink or anything. It didn't feel like it, but without a mirror he couldn't be sure.

"That would so freak her out," Todd agreed, grinning mischievously and playing everything off brilliantly. Gabe collapsed into laughter as he tried in vain to remove the "L" she had drawn on his head, and squirmed and giggled while he drew a goofy debutante on her arm. She protested strongly, but Todd grinned and kept going until his drawing was finished. The horrified gasp she emitted as he finished made him crack up, and he had to make an effort to focus on what she was doing as she crossed out her name and wrote his. She was writing upside down, so her handwriting was sloppy, but there was no mistaking what it said.

"No way!" Todd assured her, grabbing the thick purple marker she had used on his forehead just a minute ago. He grabbed her hand and wrote "GABE" as big as he could, taking up as much of her arm as possible, and drew a thick arrow around all of their other scribbling to point to the girl. He abandoned the purple marker for the orange pen again and drew a tongue sticking out of the girl's mouth, chuckling and sticking his own tongue out at Gabe.

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[GABE EVANS]

YOU KNOW WE'RE SUPERSTARS!

WE ARE WHO WE ARE!
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Gabe sighed heavily and shook her head slightly as Todd kept up with the “methinks”, slightly annoyed and slightly amused by him. As he nudged her she shoved him away and glared at him teasingly. “Methinks you, Todd James Force, are an idiot,” Gabe said, rolling her eyes at him. “Me also thinks that Jordan needs to get over it already,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at Jordan, who was still muttering about Gabe to her friends. Jordan paused and had that deer caught in the headlights look about her for a moment before resuming her scowl and talking more rapidly to her prissy little friends. Gabe smirked and turned back to Todd, looking mildly pleased with herself. The room was buzzing again and she couldn’t help but to be proud. Mr. Forrester only looked around, humored by them all. “Methinks I have a gift,” she mumbled to Todd with a small laugh.

“Gods, you whine like a girl,” Gabe assured him as he whined about being fat, smirking and laughing as he went on. “Whatever. I’m surprised you haven’t broken your chair yet,” she said, reaching out to shove up his shirt and grab his stomach, pulling out what was there…The very little of it there was. “Look at this! Look how huge you are! Dear gods, it’s like you’ve eaten entire cities or something!” she said, then pulling at his arm and his neck, what was mostly skin and stretching it the best she could. “Lay off the brownies, seriously, Toad. Just because it’s there doesn’t mean you have to eat it,” she assured him, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

It was hard not to laugh as Todd became himself again, perking up at the idea of a horror film. “Oooh, a scary movie!” she mocked, making Todd sound oddly like a squeaky girl. “I still don’t think anything’s scary after seeing The Exorcist, but it at least looks interesting,” she explained. No amount of Freddy Kruger, Jason, or Saw movies could quite beat the vision of the creepy little girl possessed by Satan. Maybe it didn’t have all of the gore of today movies or gruesome serial killers, but in Gabe’s mind, it had everything beat. No other movie left her unable to sleep at night, haunted by images of Linda Blair as Regan, sometimes laying wide awake with her eyes squeezed shut because she saw nothing but that girl when her eyes were open. Those online games people played that had Linda Blair pop out screaming at people would leave Gabe successfully beating the shit out of the person who had done it. She had given Parker a bloody nose once for pulling that shit was her. Not a lot got to Gabe, but that movie had managed to do so.

Gabe rolled her eyes as Todd went on about the porn. “Yes, because I so thought you and your mom just had porno DVDs lying around,” she said sarcastically, smirking as he ducked his head and swinging her arm right over where he had been playfully. “You know, it’s really no fun when I can’t hit you,” Gabe pointed out, jabbing his leg hard with her foot. “Besides, I can always bring over my porn. Or steal Parker’s,” Gabe assured him, shaking her head. Gabe did have her own little box of porn, merely as another secret form of rebellion against her parents and her own obsession with sex, since she had never exactly had it. Finally Todd popped up and Gabe just smirked. “That’s the point, dumbass,” she told him, swatting him playfully on the side of the head.

Sex was all but forgotten when Todd began drawing on her again and marked out his name and replaced it with her own, this time bigger…Much bigger. “Ugh, whatever,” she said, picking up a black marker and quickly scribbling his name right on top of hers. “Ha! What now, jackass?” she said, picking up another marker (pink) and shoving up his shirt again, attempting to write FATTY right across his stomach. The Marker Wars had begun.

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[liz]

Elizabeth Jeanette Stark didn't get mad, she got even. Which was why at that very moment she found herself seated in the principle's office. He was anything but pleased to see her, and trust me...that feeling was mutual. A long and dramatic sigh broke through her lips as she folded her arms across her chest. If had been exactly twenty minutes since the monent she had walked through those doors and so far it had been exactly as she expected. Go over what she had done, explained why it was wrong, blah...blah..blah...she swore if it didn't end soon she was going to pull her hair out.

Honestly what she did, it hadn't been that bad...well actually it had, though it was the truth. As much as she hated Annie Momsen, Liz wouldn't lie about something that huge... It had started last period during English class. Mr. Banter had been going on about civilization today compared to back in the day...how people have changed and their views. Of course Annie had made a comment about Elizabeth, how things were better for girls like her. Because apparently Liz was a lesbian, and she had proceeded to stand up and say that if not being a stuck up whore like Annie made her a lesbian, than yes Sge was very much one.

To say the least, Mr. Banter said nothing to Annie. Liz on the other hand had revived a one way trip to the principle's office. She had set in the reception area for quite sometime until he finally let her in..:and now, well she was just hoping that this would all end soon enough. "Yes, I'm very, very sorry...and it'll never happen again." Her vioce was sickeningly sweet, she didn't mean a word but it was enough to please him. With a warning and a week of detention, she was dismissed as he focused on a phone call...which lasted a few moments.

'Ms. Stark...one more thing before you go.." She rolled her eyes, sighing as she turned around to face him again. "Yes..." I want you to escort Ms.Rose back with you to class, she'll be joining your class for the rest of the semester..." She nodded once, a sense of dread washing over her. Ms. Rose....that could only mean...It was near impossible to hide her displeasure when she walked out of the office and came face to face with none other than Isabella.

"Well come on...I guess.." Elizabeth muttered under her breath as she pushed past the other girl and out the door into the hallway. She honestly didn't know why Bella had to come with her, or why she was going to be in the class for that matter. Didn't they have to put up with enough of her already? A few moments passed before the art class was in view, she was late...but she was at least here now. Not caring if Bella was three or not she went to her usual place inside. "Good to know you both were sooooo conceded about me. I'm okay,by the way." She teased, unable to stop from laughing when she saw the condition of her friends. "Looks like I missed a lot." She dropped her bag down on the table and one by one she pulled out the many markets she had.
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[/B][/COLOR]" Bella murmured as she continued to study the folder on the desk before her. At thecmoment Isabella Carlie Rose was sitting in the councilors office, going over her schedule with her. She just wanted to make sure everything was okay and and that she'd of course have everything she needed in order to graduate. Bella wasn't the smartest girl in her grade, but she was one of the most popular..amoung the teachers and the students.


It was in this office that she was discussing dropping her only free period, this period for another class. Mrs. Thorton had suggested a fine arts and during this period, art was sadly the only one available No matter how many time she flipped through the file of class choices, that fact never seemed to change. "I mean...nit that there is anything wrong with the fine arts...you know as well as anyone I'm very passionate about creative expression. I was the lead in last years school musical and I've been a cheerleader and in dance since I was a lite girl. But there just has to be something...anything other than this class "


She frowned, sighing, knowing all too well that she was fighting a losing battle. I'm sorry Isabella but that's your only choice unless you want to try gym, perhaps?" Gym...or art...the lesser of the two evils would of course be the first option. "You know on second thought...I could always use some improvement...the class should be an easy A...thanks so much for your time." She explained, reaching out to grab her belongings, she sounded so stiff and formal, but she was simply putting on a show, she is an actress after all.

"Hold on a moment Bella...there's someone here from that class. She's finishing up now and she should be able to take you with her..." She paused and picked up the telephone...the conversation was brief and she told Bells she could go. Stepping out of her office, it was a moment or so later that Elizabeth...or Liz as she liked to go by, walked out of the principle's office. It was hard to be nice to her...but she had to at least be pleasant, she was close friends with Zach(god knows why) and she would be nice for him.


"I'm not sure why you had to escort me, it's not like I've never been here before" She said with a small smile, shaking her head as she walked a few steps behind her. Quite a few of Zach's friends were in this class...this was going to be interesting, to say the least. She stood outside the door a few moments...before slowly walking inside. "Well that is...interesting....?" Bella said as she walked over to where Todd and Gabe where in the middle of that war. She set her books down at the empty seat at the table . ""So it looks like I'll be here the rest of the semester...at least..."





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Todd laughed, wishing he had a dollar for every time Gabe called him an idiot. He'd be a millionaire, but he didn't mind. This was how they played, and Todd never got tired of it. He glanced over at Jordan when she was mentioned, grinning as the girl scowled at him. "Methinks that if Jordan ever got over anything, her life would be far too boring for this school to follow," Todd retorted, chuckling as Jordan kept on and on to her friends about Gabe. Those interested expressions on their faces couldn't be real. They couldn't REALLY be hanging on every word, because they were the same ones from five minutes ago. But they were pea-brains, so maybe they could.

He grinned proudly when Gabe assured him that he whined like a little girl, puffing his chest out while she laughed at him. Of course his chest quickly deflated as she pulled and pinched at his skin, trying in vain to grasp a bit of fat. He did his best not to howl with laughter, but it was hard. Ever since he was little he had been ticklish, and Gabe poking at his stomach was making his body convulse. "STOP!!" he shrieked, twisting in his chair to try and get her hand away from him. He panted when she finally relented to ruffle his hair, informing him that just because something was there didn't mean he had to eat it.

"Of course I do. What are you, crazy? There are starving children in Haiti," he told her, sounding very much like their parents while he shook his hair back into place. The subject switched to that of the movie, and Todd grinned when Gabe mentioned The Exorcist. It was the only movie that scared her, which made it stick in Todd's mind. It scared the hell out of him, too, but he did his best not to show it. It was too fun to tease Gabe with.
"It'd better be interesting," he decided, leaning back on his chair's back legs and folding his arms behind his head.

Of course, no conversation with Gabe was complete without porn being brought into it, even if this time was different than the others. Todd got ahold of himself, though, laughing when Gabe finally slapped him in the head as he came up. He pushed her head playfully to the side, then yelped as she pushed his shirt up again and started writing across his stomach.

"No!" he cried, laughing while the marker tickled his skin. Between all his squirming and shoving at her hands, he was sure it was difficult to scrawl the word across his stomach. She was determined, though, and she succeeded in some sense of the word. You could tell what it said, at least. "Ugh, now everybody knowwssss!" he groaned, letting his face fall into his hands.

Just then the door opened, and Liz came in, followed by another girl. Bella, Todd thought her name was, though he hadn't ever actually talked to her. "Hey, fresh meat!" he announced with a teasing grin, nodding towards the door. The two girls came to sit at the table with them.

"Don't you ever do that again, young lady!" Todd scolded, glaring at Liz as she sat down next to him. His playfully intimidating expression fell, and his lip began to tremble. "We were so worried!" he sobbed, throwing his arms around his friend and crying into her chest. He was sure his arms and the weight of his body over her made it pretty difficult to do whatever it was she was trying to do, which was half the point anyway.

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Jordan Louise Monroe was the biggest irritant of Gabe’s life. Ever since the Evans-Parson family moved to New York City and Gabe was enrolled in Xavier High School, the two had disliked one another. It all started one day when Jordan was bragging about her new shoes and Gabe informed her that just because fashion magazines claimed they were “all the rage”, didn’t mean they looked anywhere near good. That had led to a mild argument about fashion, Gabe informing Jordan that she was a moron, and Jordan spreading a rumor that Gabe practiced witchcraft. That was back when they were young, her first school year after Camp Half Blood, fourth grade, and nine year olds were prone to believe it. Concerned parents had gone to the principal who had called Alice Parson who cried to her husband and Dave and Alice both had a long talk with Gabe, most of which offering to put her in an all-girl’s Christian school. Gabe threw a tantrum and Dave and Alice were too busy praying to look at pamphlets for the new Christian school.

That day had led to a long history of insults and rumors that continued even today. Gabe wondered vaguely what ridiculous rumor Jordan would start about her for insulting her cat drawing. Maybe she’d say she was an animal hater and call PETA to jump her or something. They wouldn’t be too far off. Gabe hated…Absolutely despised cats and dogs, which enraged the animals rights activists running around the school supporting soy burgers and saving mangy zoo creatures from the pound. Gabe bought herself a fur coat and started wearing it everywhere soon after the animals rights craze started. She even made it a point to get any meat products and milk at lunch and discussed in detail how the cows were murdered and what was done with their bodies in order to get the nice ground beef that made the succulent and horribly greased burger. Only if they were nearby, though. They had all calmed down and some had stopped being vegan, but Gabe wouldn’t mind warring with the animal freaks again if they started shit because of Jordan. “Maybe if her life was boring, Harrison wouldn’t have broken up with her.”

She spoke loudly enough for Jordan and her cronies to hear, and the whole class fell silent for a moment, Mr. Forrester shooting her a disapproving look, but he said nothing. Gabe shrugged and shook her head, trying not to snort as she imagined Jordan behind her crying. Harrison Pruitt and Jordan Monroe had dated for a year and a half, the perfect cheerleader and football player duo rivaled only by Bella Rose and Zach Monteith. Eventually, Harrison had gotten over the drama and being bullied and scrutinized by Jordan and her friends and had dumped her in the middle of the hallway right before lunch three weeks ago. It was still a sore spot for Jordan, and Gabe didn’t mind using it against her. That girl caused enough grief for this school, and it wasn’t horrible for her to get a taste of her own medicine. “Please tell me…Tears? Anything?” she whispered quietly to Todd, wanting to know what Jordan was doing without appearing like she actually cared.

Jordan and Harrison were easily forgotten in favor of messing around with Todd and laughing at his ticklishness. “I know who would lose if we ever had a tickling war,” Gabe teased, laughing at him. She had never met a more ticklish boy in her life. Or at least one who showed it as much as Todd did. Gabe snorted at his excuse and shook his head. “Then send it to Haiti or something! If you eat it, it doesn’t magically appear in their stomachs,” she said before leaning forward and murmuring, “Your dad isn’t the god of hunger fulfillment, you know,” she teased before leaning back. The way he ate, you’d think he was trying to eat for other people. From food they moved onto the movie and she rolled her eyes at his comment. “If it’s not we can make fun of how horrible it is and we can stuff you like a piñata,” she assured him with a wink.

Todd went back to going crazy as his ticklishness flared up again as she drew on him, trying to keep him still to no avail. The word was squiggly, though still decipherable. She snorted and capped the marker and dropped it onto the table, laughing at him. “Trust me; they already know. You eat all of their food and take up all of their space on the planet…Me writing it on you should be nothing new to anyone,” she teased. It wasn’t as if he was actually fat, which wasn’t fair. He should be like a thousand pounds, not as scrawny as he was.

From all of the fun she was having with Todd, she was surprised when Liz walked in…Followed shortly by Bella Rose. Gabe sighed heavily and rolled her eyes at the girl. She was the sort of girl destined to become the next Stepford Wife. Gabe’s mom could train her, she mused, shaking her head. For now she turned her eyes on Liz and mock glared at her. “I texted you, you whore!” she shot back, sticking out her tongue as Liz sat down. “Oooh you did. You should come to Todd’s with me tonight. We can pretend to be having a threesome when his mom comes home tonight,” she offered, giggling and feeling a bit more at ease with the idea of Liz being there. Things were not good when you worried about being alone with your best friend of five years. Gabe laughed loudly as Todd dramatically threw himself at Liz. “I swear, Toad, you have enough estrogen to make up for what Liz and I both lack for being such badasses,” she teased him, picking up a marker and standing up. “Now…Hold her still,” Gabe said grinning, making quick work of attempting to write GABE PWNS

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[liz]

This is just how they always were...Liz, Gabe, and Todd...maybe to most it wasn't normally but they didn't care what others thought.  To Elizabeth they were everything to her, all she really had was them and her Mother. For now, that fact was more than okay with her. As horrid of a mood as she been in while she was in the office, it had all but vanished the moment she stepped inside the artroom. Sure they now had another bitch to deal with, but not even that could ruin this. Art was her favorite class, mainly because it was one of few they could do whatever the he'll they wanted and could get away with it.

"Oh I dare say it was just awful! Poor little ole' me was so frightened in there." She explained dramatically in a her cheesy southern accent which  earned her a few glares from the other students. Liz meerliy grinned, offering a playful wink in reaponse. She pursed her lips, as if she were thinking long and hard about what to say next. Of course that inexistent train of that was destroyed the moment Todd dramatically threw himself at her.   Her being as mich of a clutz as she was, she nearly feel out of her seat. Though trough her laughter she managed to cling to the desk with her free hand until she settled herself. 


Which was harder than it looked considering how hard she was laughing trough it all. "Ha di5 be worried, you should be proud! I put another snobby little rich in her place...well sort of." She said slowly pulling removing her free hand off the desk and reaching out to grasp a marker(bright blue). It was her left hand, not her writing hand, however it would have to do considering Todd had her other arm pinned between the two of them. [clolor=deeppink]"In English apparently they thought it'd be funny to make fun of me, per usually. Anywayyy it's kind of ironic that I'm the only one who got in trouble. You know being the little rebel that I am and all."

[/color] She said proudly, trying and failing to be completely serious about all of it. 

With marker in hand she wanted to use it of course, however that was near impossible. Sure this arm wasn't beyond use but it was still being held onto which made her movements limited, in blunt terms. She simply couldn't reach Todd let alone Gabe.,"Pretend to have a threesome." She went into a fit of laughter once again, it was amazing she managed to quite herself down enough to finish speaking. "Spunds epic, count me in...if only to see the look on her face. Then I'd say we could do the same at my house. Though I don't my Mom would really care."

Being an only child of a single parent...it went one of two ways. Said parent was either so strict and protective you constantly felt like you were being smothered or they were rather laid back and let you so just about anything. Elizabeth's Mom was somewhere in the middle, though a lot closer in the later. Of course it was amazing that, joking or not,  Liz was actually willing to do this. Her only experienced with sex had been courtesy of rape...over and over again. No one obviously knew that and part of her felt guilty for keeping sonething so big from her friends, but she had to. 

She shook her head quickly from one side to the other, trying to rid her mind of such horrible thoughts. That was simply the last thing that she ever wanted to think about. With the way she was being held, if left the left side of her body fair game to Gabe and her unlimited supply of markers. She squirrmed in his grasp, fake fighting against him. "God you two are jerks you know that. I bet you two were planning to gang up on me this entire time." Her voice sounded annoyed, though her face held anything but. 

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