05-10-2010, 08:51 PM
When Miles' hand rested on her back, Tweak slowed down for a moment, watching him as she chewed. "I'm not eating that fast," she said through a mouth full of food . . . though it came out sounding more like "ohm not eaten dat fasht." With a slight blush, she finished chewing, and then swallowed. "You're probably right," she said, frowning. I don't usually eat this fast. "I'll slow down." Taking a drink of the water bottle she pulled from her bag, the youth set it on the table. Thanks for worrying. Not many ever do.
Lowering her gaze, Isabella sighed, and then sent a momentary glare over to Jayce before standing up. It looked like she was getting ready to leave, but instead she just pulled out her Ipod and headphones. "What kind of music do you like?" she asked in a gruff tone, trying to be nice. I wonder if he's being nice because he pities me. . . .
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"Well," Jayce frowned, looking back over to his clique. "I didn't really choose them. They chose me." With a mirthless smile, the jock shrugged again. He then turned his green eyes to Rhianwen. "Do you think I'm like them?" he asked earnestly, tilting his head in worry and watching the jocks as they terrorized some kid to hand over his chocolate milk. It was true that he didn't like what they did, but he never did much to stop them. He was the quiet observer when it came to their "brave" and "I'm-stronger-than-you" acts.
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