Vᴀɴᴅᴇʀʙɪʟᴛ Aᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ Fᴏʀ Tʜᴇ Eʟɪᴛᴇ © discussion

He nods,"And football. So this kind of crap happens to me a lot don't worry."

"Yeah. I kind of live for the aggression. Also my parents send me money everytime I get really hurt."

"Yeah. Sometimes I get hurt on purpose." he admits

"Eh. I don't like sports that much so it's a win win. I don't have to play and I get money."

"That is a stupid question. Duh it hurts."

"That's not the point. I don't know. I don't need the money. They never really notice me unless I'm hurt or something."

"Sure." he shrugs,"I don't have anything better to do." He grabs his ice pack.

.

((that's alright!))

"Well I don't mind coffee." he shrugs, "Let's just go see what's going on."

"Both sounds good." he smiles

.

Evangeline had walked into the glen to mull over some of her problems in silence, with nothing but the sound of the wind whistling through the trees and her own thoughts. Her romantic life was in absokute shambles, but she relaxed as she closed her eyes and sat on a hill, inhaling the scent of lavender.

Luke was wandering, since for once he wasn't put in detention for something ridiculous. Often, he just got put there for existing, it seemed. But no matter, he didn't care. He had expected as much before he'd come, but Charlotte had still convinced him to come. He spotted a girl sitting in the grass, but he didn't feel like disturbing her.

Eva heard the sound of branches cracking underfoot-- had she been followed? Surely not, this area was so secluded. Still, she pulled out a small taser and stood up, her eyes landing on-- goodness, what a handsome man! "Who are you?" She asked, but not in her usual lofty tone of voice. This time, she was genuinely interested.

Luke held up his hands, not that he actually thought she would use the taser. "Who's wanting to know?" he asked, slowly stepping away from the treeline. He would rather be in the clearing completely if he was going to stay here for longer than a moment.

"Oh. Haha." Eva giggled, tucking away her taser. "Sorry about that! I'm Evangeline." She introduced herself, extending a hand for a proper handshake-- which surprisingly told a lot about people .

"Luke," he said simply in introduction. He shook her hand, firmly, but gently because she was still a girl. Her name wasn't one he thought he'd heard before, which made sense because he didn't listen too much to those around him, but she looked slightly familiar. Maybe they had a class together or whatever. Not a big concern to him.

Eva was a little confused and displeased when she saw that Luke didn't recognize, but it was no matter, and perhaps for the better. "Ah, nice to see you here Luke. What brings you to the Glen?" She sat back down on her little mound of dirt.

"Just wandering," Luke said, shrugging a little. "Had some free time, thought I'd waste it away before I did." He glanced around at the trees and everything else around them, just surveying the area.

"It's also the perfect place to think." Evangeline added, studying Luke's features. Handsome, yet rugged- a rebellious rich boy, probably smoked or did something else just as nasty-- very much not her type, or was that the type expected of her? She pondered that fact for a couple minutes. Did he not recognize her? Perhaps it was for the better, but also new-- who didn't know her, the Princess of Monaco?

(( ahhh ooops he thought that didn't he ahh kms editing it now ))

((Oh, okay I'll rewrite mine then.))

"Yeah, I guess so," Luke said, shrugging again. He wasn't really much for small talk, especially if it was going nowhere. He caught her staring at him, and he just guessed it was her remembering seeing him do something.....probably. Maybe she had been one of the poor 'victims' of his 'actions' or whatever and that was why she looked familiar.

Evangeline tore her eyes away from Luke, instead focusing on the fields of lavender that grew fuzzy on the horizon. "Why are you here?" She asked rather bluntly, but in a gentle manner. Maybe he was one of those moody types who refused to share, or one of those emotional baby types-- ick for either option.

"Here as in...the academy? Or here as in...here here?" Luke asked. "Because I'm pretty sure I already answered the first one." Unless she'd already forgotten. He thought she was pretty, but he wasn't sure she was too bright. Oh well, some girls just can't have everything. Not that he cared too much, it wasn't like he was attracted to her. But he did pity those who were attracted to those types.

"The academy. I'm not stupid." No matter if he was good looking- if he assumed she was another of those airhead types, she'd leave. A bit of disdain dripped from her voice, but she regained her composure.

He almost said something very rude, even if he did intend to say it under his breath, but he stopped himself luckily. "I'm here because my step mother told me to come," he answered simply. While it made things sound way more simplified than they actually had been, it was completely the truth.

"Hm." Eva suspected there was more waiting to the story, but she'd find out another time, and it was her specialty to keep people wanting more. "Well, goodbye Luke." She replied, dusting her skirt off. "I'm sure there's some class I should attend."

"Goodbye," Luke replied, not at all concerned that maybe he'd forced her out. He probably had a class as well, but he didn't care about going. Though he knew this place was supposed to be good for him with the structure and all, but he just didn't care.