This is a privet role play between perverted Shadow and Ariatheawsome feel free to read but please do not post. Thank you

Mason gave a long, bored sigh. He hated assembly. It felt like he was watching an infomercial, only he couldn't turn off the t.v. He closeed his eyes, leaning back in his chair to stretch, making sure to groan loud enough so the people in front of him would hear. All the people in front of him...He was in the very back row and had no interest whatsoever in the teacher's announcements.

He ran a hand over his low-cut hair and looked up at the ceiling, staring at his reflection. They kept it so clean, he could even see his small, brown eyes. He bronze-ish skin looked like it glowed, and his black jeans and T-shirt looked like some kind of taint. He laughed at the thought, throwing a wad of wet paper onto his reflection. He didn't care about anything like that He didn't care about anything really.

He looked up at the podium as the principal announced that they had a new student. It was about time he got to haze a new kid.

Jasmin sat toward the back of the Her long dark brown hair highlighted with blonde was pulled back into a ponytail at the top of her head. Her denim skirt fell to just above her knees and her white shirt had small pink flowers on it and flowed down to her waist, she wore sliver sparkly flats and purple leggings. She heard a loud groan and looked behind her. The boy two rows behind her was throwing things at the ceiling. She rolled her eyes. She knew his type and knew she was going to be her target. She sighed and turned back to the front just in time to hear them introduce her. 'what happened to leaving the new kid alone.' she thought to herself. She sat there and listened to the teachers talk about the up coming dance

Mason sighed and looked around. He knew all the faces in the school now. Even though he was still a freshman, he'd made a name for himself from the start. He wasn't that bad of a kid though. He just hated it when people thought they could get close to him. He noticed the new girl and decided to have a little fun. He plled out his trusty straw, and began covering a small wad of paper in his spit. He loaded up his straw like he'd done many times before, and shot the wad of spit right into her hair. He then quickly replaced Ol' Trusty, as he called it, in his pocket.

Jasmin felt something hit the back of her head. 'and so it starts' she thought to herself. She sighed and continued looking forward. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of turning around and getting mad. She might be shy but she had been the new girl plenty of times and knew how these things were going to go. She sighed again to herself and restrained herself from reaching back to remove the spit ball.

Mason looked at her, slightly confused. He knew how it usually went. And she was defeating the whole purpose. Hell, seeing her like that made him actually want to apologize. He wasn't trying to be all that mean after all. People in this school were usually just way too touchy. As if he needed an example, the girl next to her pulled the spitball out of her hair and began glaring back at him. Well, he thought, At least it won't be one of those stupid touchy-feely ones. He closed his eyes,lifting up his hand to catch the wad of paper that he'd stuck on the ceiling. He hated the way he looked...so very much...

The girl next to Jasmin started whispering to her. "Just ignore him. Hes just strange and to think hes only a freshman." She scoffed and turned back toward the front. Jasmin resisted looking over her shoulder at him. Now she was curious, she wanted to know why he acted this way and why he didn't seem to fit in. She just sighed and shook her head. 'you can not fix everything J.' she thought to herself and sighed again

Mason sighed and pulled out another piece of paper. He wrote two words on it and arced the shot so it landed in the girl's lap. He knew saying he was sorry wouldn't make up for a spitball, but at least it was a start. He sighed and looked at the wad of paper in his hand. it'd once been a picture he'd drawn. Now it was simply nothing. He stuffed it into his bag, resolving to throw it--and the others he'd drawn--away. He wasn't that good at drawning anyhow.

Jasmin jumped as a piece of paper landed in her lap. 'what the hell' She quietly opened it. 'I'm sorry. why would he say hes sorry?' She was honestly curious of this guy he seemed to be one big contradiction. She sighed to herself and folded the piece of paper up and slipped it into her bag. 'i guess ill just have to figure this out then.'

Mason watched halfway as she put the note in her bag. He sighed a little and thought about how much he'd love to have this day skip to the moment he got home. Then he remembered....he hated being at home. But at least it was better than school. He rubbed his hand slowly, his knuckles beginning to ache. That was the last time he puched bathroom tile....