Private roleplay between:
musikfreakx
-and-
Kia_

Plot::

A girl believes that all men in the world are dirty. She stays away from her classmates, hiding in her art. What happens when the delinquent motorcyclist and playboy, gets a hold of one of her drawings, and actually wants to keep it?

The shy high school girl lives only for her art. An arrogant, rebellious, and violent playboy wears his delinquency like a badge of honor. They are exact opposites in every way, but when she sees him kissing a statue, she overcomes her fears and asks him to model for her.

Matthew

Yeah, my name is
Matthew Caleb Jayford

But you can call me
Matt

The calendar doesn't lie
November 14th, 1992.

Meaning I'm
18 years of age.

Can't tell? I'm a
I'm a Male

In case you're wondering, I like
girls

There's my reflection-

Care to hear a story?
When Matt was little his mother died, he keeps a secret you shall learn later that no one really knows except very few people. His father turned into a work-a-holic and is usually trying to keep his son in school. Matt tends to ride his motorcycle around along with racing and doing dangerous stunts. Others think he just wants attention and so do the teachers, but, that isn't the case at all. He skips school most of the time and only comes on certain days like when he feels like it. Uusally He tends to just do as he wishes because he lives in his own apartment, and as long as he goes to the opening ceremony and passes school, his father pays for all his expenses. Though he does have a job afterschool which isn't that hard really. Otherwise he is totally a let loose type of kid and ignores the actions or comments of others.

Think you know me?
I'm always out and about, hanging out with friends, partying, going wild, and sometimes just liking peace and quiet. Most of the time he can be found at parties or with girls being loud and goofing off along with other things when dissapearing with chicks.

My body may be a temple, but I have-
No tattoos or peircings.

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Haven
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Yeah, my name is
Haven Maxine Daniels.

But you can call me
Haven.

The calendar doesn't lie
April 28th, 1993.

Meaning I'm
17 years of age.

Can't tell? I'm a
I’m a female.

In case you're wondering, I like
boys.

There's my reflection
Haven has hair the color of blood, a dark crimson, that falls just past her shoulder blades. It’s thick with long layers, and her bangs are swooped but slightly blunt and go diagonally across the right side of her face. She has big, bright hazel eyes that often seem to sparkle and are more green than brown. Her skin is light beige, and she is five foot six and a mere 115 pounds. She’s toned from swimming and dancing, and she has long, thin ‘piano’ fingers.

Care to hear a story?
Up until the age of ten, Haven lived the life of every average child. She lived in a moderately sized house with her loving mother and father, and things couldn’t get any better. With that being said, things instantly made a turn for the worse. Her father died in a car crash and her mother turned to men, alcohol, and drugs. Haven had to take care of herself and became very quiet and reclusive. Her mother often lashed out with her fists, but Haven simply turned to art. Painting, drawing, sculpting, photography, and occasionally a touch of piano, but most often she’s found with a brush in her hand.

Think you know me?
Quiet. Shy. Sensitive. To keep it simple, that’s Haven. She doesn’t talk much, but when she does people have to strain to hear her light voice. She’s incredibly talented in art, and is a straight A student. She keeps to herself most of the time, and takes out her frustrations in her artwork. She loves to swim, especially in lakes, rivers, or oceans, and she has a deadly fear of heights.

My body may be a temple, but I have
only two bottom piercings in each ear. She’s the not piercing and tattoo type.

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(trying to start this...)

Matt Jayford, your usual popular boy that dates almost any type of girls except doesn't bother with the shy types. He likes girls who like to party and so-called 'have fun' well besides that he is sitting in his homeroom class, his english class in other words chatting up with all the girls and his buds.

Sticking out her tongue in concentration, Haven sat in her desk in the old classroom, doodling absentmindedly. Sure, she was smart and made straight A's, but when she was bored, she couldn't help but doodle on whatever she could find. At the moment she was sketching a tiny, cute dinosaur on one of the corners of her desk, its mouth wide open as if it were biting down on the corner, where a large chunk of wood had been missing for years. Her homeroom English droned on about some kind of announcement regarding the high school football team. Haven wasn't big on school spirit, and could honestly care less.

"Haven! HAVEN!" Her teacher, Mrs. Ludwitz, yelled her name. As always, Haven had been zoning out, completely absorbed in her art, and hadn't heard her teacher continuously saying her name for the past five minutes. The red haired female jumped in her seat, hearing her classmates snicker. She blushed, her beige cheeks lighting up a rosy red, and she looked down. Finally she glanced back up. "Yes ma'am," she said quietly, her soprano voice floating out across the class room. The 40-something year old teacher told her to pay attention and went back to the usual announcements. Keeping her big hazel eyes trained on her desk, Haven tried not to be noticed by her class.

((I usually write more, but I'm actually in school and about to leave. Thanks for starting))

(No problem, I'm in school too though we got out early today lol)
(Hope the pic of the guy is okay it's hard to find good looking guys really as teenagers)

Matt realized that there was only one girl whom he hadn't noticed and without anyone else's attention he looked over at her drawing which he noticed right away and it was good, yet cute looking. "So you're name is Haven, nice drawing" Matt spoke smiling until his girlfriend walked into the room, she had light blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body almost, and was the head cheerleader. Her name was Michelle Averon. "Miss Averon-" before the teacher could finish her sentence Michelle spoke to Matt "Matt we're over. I'm going off to college and you're not. We've got to move on." Michelle spoke up waiting for him to plead to her about getting back together.

"Okay" Matt shrugged just about everyone was listening in. "What, are you really saying you don't care if we break up or not" Matt Shrugged again answering basically saying yes in a way. "If you had to chose between me or the bike who would you chose?" Michelle asked as the class watched in unision waiting for his answer. "The bike" he spoke nodding as in acknowledging his answer and then SLAP across the face as she walked out leaving a small scratch in placement as his buddies laughed and the girls all over him after hearing he was single again.

((Haha, lucky. Don't worry, it's good. I know what you mean))

Blushing at the boy's compliment, Haven smiled. For a second she was at a loss for words. She knew he was, obviously, but they had never spoken. Haven never really spoke with any of the members of the 'in' group. Occasionally she was teased by girls like Michelle for being so quiet. "Yeah, uh, thanks. It's-," Haven began to reply, but was cut off as Michelle, speak of the devil, entered the room.

For a mere second, Haven was entranced, like everyone else, in what was happening. It was a scene you basically saw on TV shows and movies, but it was entertaining. She noticeably winced when Michelle slapped Matt across the face. Hiding her face in her blood colored hair, Haven returned her eyes to her doodle on the desk, not caring much to see nearly every female in the room hover around Matt like flies to rotten food. It was mildly amusing, watching the bimbos fling themselves at him, but she still didn't care much.

BRING BRING BRING! The bell rang loudly and Haven jolted up, shoving her purple 1 inch binder into her black with colorful stars and paint splatters bag. She was out of the room in a flash, her long legs making it easy for her to glide out before everyone charged for the door. Finally, first block. She was able to go to art, where she felt at home. Her home wasn't really a home, to be blunt. Home is where the heart is right? Well, Haven's heart was definitely not at home with her drunken, drug filled, whore of a mother. Haven knew how bad that sounded, and she did love her, but it was true. After Haven's father died in a car crash, Haven's mother went balls out, turning to alcohol, drugs, and, of course, men. Art was where Haven's heart was, where she felt the most comfortable.

Afterawhile and hearing the bell rung, Matt stood up saying by to his friends. Matt had to go to gym class and they were apparently running the mile outside today. Michelle wouldn't be seen for awhile but either way most of the girls had art class and would occasionally gossip. Throughout the next period, Matt chatted with Tyler, someone whom had tried to ask out Haven before and was turned down on the spot in front of his friends. Most of the guys now a days wanted nothing more than to just get in a girls pants and lately it had been more like a game than anything.

Haven hummed loudly as her brush stroked the canvas. "Can you keep it down, freak?" Michelle Averon, Matt's now ex girlfriend, spat at her from across the room. Immediately, Haven stopped. Michelle's group giggled and continued gossiping about God knows what. With her cheeks still burning, Haven left the room for a second, making her way down the hall. She was heading for the water fountain, wanting to escape the art room for a bit, right in front of the gym.

With her feet lightly padding the floor, Haven strolled to the water fountain, her mind floating away from her. She hummed, quietly this time, as she leaned over at the waist, pulling her red hair to the side so water wouldn't get in it. She took a small sip from the fountain, pressing the lever in and glanced up. Tyler, who had asked her out and Haven turned down (she felt guilty about this!), stood at the front of the door way. He looked at her and smiled a pearly grin, winking at her. Haven raised an eyebrow and gave a small wave back, leaning back down to get more water.

Matt came over to Tyler and looked to whom he was looking at as he saw Haven. The coach then yelled at them to keep running, since it was pouring down and thundering outside, they were to run inside. Tyler started running but Matt only walked with his hands behind his head like he was relaxing and didn't care as the coach yelled at them. Michelle and her friends skipped out on art class leaving the room to go and smoke in the girls bathroom without further notice. The teacher had been on the phone with her back turned talking to another teacher it seemed like. Matt would head from Gym to science which he goofed off, history in which he slept in, english in which he slept in, math in which he kept conversations going, and then free period along with lunch before that since he had last lunch. There were only four lunches too and during lunch he was amongst his buddies as they complained about how reckless he was.

Haven gave Matt a small smile and turned to leave, heading back to the art room. She ducked her head down as Michelle's group passed. As if taunting her, Michelle grabbed one of Haven's crimson locks and twirled it before scampering into the bathroom. Cheeks flushing for the not the first time that day, the seventeen year old fast-walked back to the art class room. Sighing, Haven ran her hands through her long, thick hair. Her bright hazel eyes blinked furiously as she stared at her painting. Right as she picked up her brush to start again, the bell rang. Grumbling, Haven gathered her belongings and once again glided out of the class room.

With her bag slung over her left shoulder, Haven pulled her phone out of her pocket it upon feeling it vibrate in her front right pocket. "ONE MESSAGE: MOM" Haven clicked the left select button to view the message. [Where the fuck are you?] Rolling her eyes slightly, Haven's fingered hover over the 'reply' button. As always, her mother had just woken up and, in her hungover stupor, had no idea where Haven was.

Suddenly, being distracted because of the text message which she had yet to reply to, Haven collided with a hard, tall chest. She saw a bit of blonde hair but immediately looked down as her phone clattered to the floor. She heard snickers and began to ramble. "I'm really sorry, I should watch where I'm going. I'm so sorry, are you OK?" Haven finally took a breath from speaking and began to bend down to retrieve her phone with a slide out key board. She had still yet to look up to see who she had bumped into.

When Haven bumped into someone they replied "Watch where you are going next time freak" a male voice spoke and it was the captain of the football team with Michelle at his side "Well, well, well if it isn't miss quiet" Michelle looks to Jason "I can't hurt her you know that" Jason spoke to Michelle but nodded "But I can" she grinned mischeviously. "We'll talk later for sure" he smiled back the same way and knelt down to her "Keep your distance from Matt" she had already thought Haven would turn Matt against her. "Or else you'll have red stains all over" she took her french manicured nail and poked Haven standing up and walking away about the same time someone came over and said "Michelle, leave her alone" and when Michelle turned around he expression changed "Oh...don't worry we were only playing" Michelle weakly smiled and walked off with her new boyfriend. "You okay?" he asked.

Haven's eyes were aimed straight at the ground, not looking at Michelle or Jason. She wasn't exactly threatened by Michelle, she doubted she could do anything more than girly slapping, but she still didn't say anything. It was best to just let it go, and Haven had learned that the hard way. Then again, if Michelle did decide to hunt her down like a vulture smelling the body of it's next prey, Haven was confident she'd be OK. She'd learned how to fight because of her older brother, who used to tease her because she was so small and probably wouldn't stand much of a chance against someone much bigger. So her brother, Michael, had taught her how to fight. After her dad died... Well, she hadn't seen him since.

Red stains all over? What the hell was that supposed to mean, Haven thought to herself but didn't dare look up. She slowly gabbed her phone and slid it shut, pushing it into her back pocket. The new voice startled her, and she could tell it startled Michelle too, and she looked up to see Matt standing right in front of her, asking if she was OK. She nodded before getting her voice back. "Yeah, I'm fine. It was nothing," she replied and shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. For a moment she appeared distant, but then returned her gaze and attention to Matt, giving him a weak, half hearted smile. "Thanks," she added.

"No prob, if they keep bothering you just tell me. I'll get them to stop" Matt spoke and waved by to her as he headed off catching up with his class again after getting a drink of water. "Seeya later Haven" he would start using her name more often and then the class bell rung apparently they were out there for the rest of the class.

"Uh, wow, alright. Er, bye," she said awkwardly, hurrying off in the opposite direction, her bag swinging as she fast paced away. However she couldn't resist the urge to throw one last glance at Matt over her shoulder. Hearing the ringing of the bell, Haven scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember what class. Alright Haven, don't get caught up on that guy, she mentally scolded herself. Finally she remembered she was going to science, duh. Regaining her composure, she strolled into the room and took a seat more towards the back of the class, not wanting to draw attention to herself in any way, shape, or form.

(Sorry let's see what I can do now that I am somewhat not busy and back to myself for right now)

Classes went by and Matt didn't see Haven except throughout the halls but didn't have time to say anything to her. Most of the time he was busy skipping and ignoring scolding teachers. The end of the day came and it was time for everyone to go home. Matt was over by his motor bike as many girls were asking him if they could get a ride but he replied "Sorry my bike gets jealous when girls ride it"

Finally the end of the day arrived and Haven was free. Sighing, she glided out of the school, past it's brick columns, and out towards the parking lot. She opened up the driver's side door of the battered bright blue Dodge Neon and threw her bags and books in. Her lithe body slid into the seat and just as she pushed the keys into ignition, she realized she had forgotten her painting in the art room. Letting out a grumble of annoyance, she pulled herself back out of the car, grabbing the keys, and locked it. Passing Matt, she raised an eyebrow at the swarm of girls around him but continued to walk back into the school.

Glancing at the small purple rubber watch on her arm, Haven decided she'd stay a bit longer after school and work on her painting. Her mother was surely out of the house and drinking at a bar right now, so she wouldn't be missed. Pushing the purple ear buds of her iPod touch (which she had saved up for for God knew how long) she turned on First Time (Natalie's Song) by The Friday Night Boys and gently sang along as she worked her thick brush across the large canvas in front of her. "Calm down, pull yourself together," she sang the first time in a soprano voice and continued painting and singing.

Mr. Dell, the english teacher whom had been going easy on Haven for the past school year she has had him in the class. He walks over to her pulling out one of her music earbuds "Ah your painting is beautiful" he spoke as one of his hands went to her paiting hand and said "This is the hand you drew with? Ah so lovely" while his other hand was placed up on her bust slightly gripping and since Mr. Dell was known as the teacher to not be known as a pervert so no one would think he was one. His face came close to hers, realizing she wasn't moving or making a sound...

Haven jumped as she felt Mr. Dell's hands on her. At first, it was just a light touch on her hand as she painted, and she thought nothing of it. She smiled a thanks but the smile instantly dropped as his other hand gripped her chest. She was frozen in fear for a second, not making a sound. The paint brush dropped out of her hand and splattered on the floor, along with the painting tray she had been holding her free right hand. Paint splattered everywhere, literally everywhere, but neither of the two seemed to notice. Finally Haven jumped back, pushing herself up against the wall. "Get away from me," she said loudly. "Help!" She yelled as he jumped over to her and pushed a hand over her mouth.

"Now now, I wouldn't want to have to punish you yet my dear" Mr. Dell spoke in a creepy looking grin. Haven looked to be in trouble and with the fact that everyone else had gone home already, they were alone. Mr. Dell knew she had always stayed behind to do more drawing or painting just to relax and thus he knew she would be alone at this time. He had always had an eye on her and that's why he would favor her alot during school hours.

Just then the sliding door was opened up and Matt came into the room instantly removing the shocked teacher from Haven without hurting her he hoped and the teacher was knocked into the opposite side of the room crashing into a couple chairs. Matt moved over to Haven and blocked the way. Mr. Dell had stood up and said "What are you doing here Matthew, you don't have any talent" "You never know" Matt responded picking up a razor used to sharpen pencils with to a fine point

"Wha-what are you doing?" Mr. Dell spoke in fear and Matt Shrugged "Relax I was just going to sharpen this pencil. It's not like I was thinking about cutting your face up or anything" Matt grinned and Mr. Dell spoke "You'd be a murderer. You would go to jail" Matt repsonded "I'm a minor and I still have the rest of my life to look towards" Minor meaning under 21 in his words and with that comment Mr. Dell was out of the room and down the hall faster than anyone could notice. Turning to Haven after putting the pencil and razor down he spoke to her "are you okay?" in a concerning voice almost.

Haven's eyebrows furrowed at his sadistic comment. He must be into kinky stuff, she thought, which made her even more frightened. Her hazel eyes glanced around for help, or any object that would help her. She tried to squirm and one of her ribs began to her hurt. She must have bruised it when Mr. Dell pushed her up against the wall. She had long noticed him favoring her, but she just figured it was because she was a good, quiet student.

As the door opened Haven sighed in relief and looked at Matt, "help" screaming through her eyes. She tried to scream but Mr. Dell had his clammy hand strongly clenched across her lips. She gasped as Matt pulled the much larger teacher off and practically threw him across the room. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she tried to obtain her breath again.

Haven was still pressed against the wall as she watched Matt and Mr. Dell's confrontation. She doubted Matt really would assault the teacher with the razor but like Matt had said, you never know. Her eyes were still large and wide with fear, and she breathed in hushed gasps. Darting her gaze from Matt and Mr. Dell, she seemed still frozen in place.

Finally, Mr. Dell darted from through the room and out the doors. She stared at Matt, trying to nod her head but not being able to move. "Yeah, I think." She whispered, glancing out the door again. She sunk to the floor and stared down, still in shock. "Yeah. Thanks," she said again, still in a hushed tone. Her red hair fell over her eyes.

Matt bend down and looked at Haven, he had his bag over by the door and went to get it. Once he came back, he had opened it and pulled out a second unopened water and sat cross legged in front of her. "Here" he spoke holding it out for her to take, he always brought two of them with him just in case because he was always doing something with sports. Mostly betting on basketball games he would play for extra money, he didn't have to worry about money with paying off the apartment bills because his father would be doing that for him. That was very little for his father to do for him, since his father was a big business man.

As she reached out to grab the bottle from Matt, Haven noticed her hands were visibly and quickly shaking. She tried to steady them and was cautious as she brought the bottle to her lips and took a large swig of water. She licked her lips afterwords and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. The water was surprisingly cold and she took another sip, noticing her heart beating like an eight-oh-eight drum. Sighing, Haven opened her eyes again and stared at Matt for a second. "Thanks," she repeated for at least the third time since he had rescued her from that pervert of a teacher. "Why'd you come back in here though?" She asked, curious. "I mean, you're not the 'stay after school to do art type'," she quickly added, trying to refrain from babbling. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she slid it out to glance at the screen. Her mother was now trying to call her, most likely to yell slurred curses and drunken insults at her. Ignoring the incoming call, the redhead pushed the phone back in her pocket and returned her full attention to Matt.

"I stay after to play basketball with my friends" Matt answered. Matt watched her slowly calm down, the event that occured had been easy to understand why she was visible and quickly shaking.

"Ah, cool," Haven simply commented and watched Matt watching her for a second. She hopped up, still clutching onto the water bottle in her left hand. "Uh, thanks for all this but I better get going," she said and bit her lip. She was truly grateful for the fact that he had rescued her, but she didn't want to mess anything else up. They were two people who normally wouldn't communicate, and she figured the sooner they returned to that, the better.