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This is the Highwchool RP... The school is Piper High, and every character is either 15 16 17 or 18, 14 is allowed.... But no romances if your charrie is that age.

Christian strode into the office of his new high school. The air around him stilled, voices hushed, as soon as the door was closed behind him with a 'click'. He felt eyes on him, but chose to ignore them as he walked up to the receptionist.
"I am Christian."

Amelie stood behind the guy with the black hair in the queue, humming slightly to the iPod she had plugged into her ears.

Christian ignored everyone around him, including the girl who continued to hum behind him. The sound was sweet and warmed his icy heart, slightly. Just slightly.

"Last name?" The receptionist asked.

"Black." He replied, his voice being in a seductive low octave.

Olivia could hear the guy's voice even through the music in her ear. Black? That was her last name too. Well, it was a common name. She took her earphones out.
"Hey, my sir name is Black as well!" she smiled, waiting for him to smile back.

He turned around, staring with his permanant frown on his face.
"Okay." He turned back around and took his schedule. This was his usual attitude.

She felt a prickle of annoyance. Some people just didn't know how to be nice. She frowned slightly, and then went up to the reception.
"hi." she paused. "I'm Amelie Black. Not related to him, though," she grinned. Thank God she wasn't related to him, she thought.

He snickered at her and stared out of the glass wall that seperated the hall from the office.

The receptionist chuckled and smiled sweetly at her, hearing the tone in her voice.
"I'm sure he is just nervous. He will lighten up." She handed her a schedule.

She smiled and took it. "Well, maybe." she looked at the schedule. "Thanks very much." She followed the guy out into the hall, plugging her earphones back into her ears.

He stared around at everyone rushing past him. He looked over at the girl that was in the office.
"Do you know where this class is?" He asked her, not realizing she had earphones in.

She saw him looking at him and speaking soundlessly. She wrenched the earphones out of her ears. "Did you say something to me?" she asked coolly.

He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, do you know where this class is?"

Adrian walked confidently in the school,winking at a couple of girls.

Emmaleigh wrote: "He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, do you know where this class is?""

"Which class?" she tried to act careless.

He stared down at her and grinned at her tone. Having to keep from chuckling.
"The first one. World History? You have the same on your paper."

Emmaleigh wrote: "He stared down at her and grinned at her tone. Having to keep from chuckling.
"The first one. World History? You have the same on your paper.""

She narrowed her eyes at him, not sure what to think of him. She dropped the carelessness and decided to just be neutral. "I think it's upstairs. Did you pick up a map?"

"I didn't." His frown returned as he stared down at her. "Did you?" He asked, not sure if he should continue to converse with this girl. Wasn't sure if he coudl keep to himself if he did.

She smiled broadly. "Yes." She went to stand beside him and then showed him the map cautiously. "Look, I think that's the classroom just there, we're here, so . ." she pointed to the map. "We have to go up these stairs." she pointed to staircase ahead.

He looked over at the staircase, then pushed his way through to it and began climbing. "Okay, then where?"

She was slightly surprised he was actually taking to her. She tried to push her way through the crowd. At least he could see him from afar through the madness - he was extremely tall. She jogged over to the staircase and then rushed up to his side, looking down at the map. "I think it's the second room on the left," she panted.

He grinned at her panting. "Should I slow down?" He hadn't realized how fast he was going, it was easy for him to take longer strides.

She didn't know whether he was being obnoxious or not, but she said cheerily, "I'm just not used to pushing my way through crowds after the eight weeks of summer ..." she trailed off.

He chuckled at her. "Yeah. This is it I suppose." He strode into class and picked a seat in the far corner.

She paused near the front of the classroom, biting her lip. She didn't know what seating position to take. She decided then friendly approach.
She wandered up to the place he was sat at. "Uh .. OK if I sit here?" she smiled and gestured to the chair next to him.

He smiled slightly, only slightly though.
"Yeah. But don't expect much." He warned. Trying to build up his intimidating outlook again.

She ignored his last words and sat down, smiling. She got out her iPod, and plugged the earphones into her ears. "So, tell me about yourself," she smile cheerily. She kept the volume on low so that she could hear him.

"About myself? There isn't anything to tell." He wasn't willing to so easily reveal himself.

She frowned, the smiled. "Oh, come on!" she laughed heartily. "There must be something. Where do you come from? How old are you? Do ou have any brothers or sisters? What do you like doing? Do you like music?"

He chuckled and stared down at his paper. "Why don't you go ahead and tell me."

"Age before beauty," she joked.

He frowned slightly. "Maybe. Why don't you just tell me. Although, I'm sure I am older than you." He looked over at her, searching her with guarded eyes.

She sighed. "If you insist." she paused. "I'm 17, I love music, mostly pop rock. I'm an only child. I like reading, and history... I hate sports and anything to do with math or science." she smiled up at him. "Your turn now."

He leaned over his deak and considered telling her. "Should I?"

She frowned confusedly. "why shouldn't you?" she smiled. "it's not like I'm some ninja who is going to hunt you down and kill you."

He chuckled than frowned. "What if I am? Or a murderer?"

"Dont change the subject," she grinned. "Tell me about the tall , secretive guy sitting before me."

He looked back over at her. "I'm 18."

She raised an eyebrow. "that it? What do you enjoy doing in Your spare time?"

"I play the guitar. And some other things." He ducked his head down and so no one else would hear.

She decided to not push it. "cool. I play piano. I want to learn guitar." She paused. "So ... Geography. You like that?" she sat back in her chair.

"no, that's why I'm taking history." He pushed back in his chair and looked at her, wondering if he should offer her lessons. But decied against it. It was a little too soon for something like that he figured.

She nodded. "Me too. I love History. Whats your favourite era of time to study?" she smiled, crossing her arms.

"Around the 1800s. Beautiful times, ofcourse." He grinned. "And yours?" He was odded out by the fact of them having so much in common. How was this happening?

She looked at his smile. It was pretty handsome. She grinned back. "I like them times. I also like around the early 1900s."

"Yeah that is okay. Until the Great Depression happened." He focused in on her smile, her eyes, and her hair.

She shrugged. "Yeah, I know. I think that the history of England is interesting too. You done any of that?" she smiled up at him.

"Yes---" He was about to continue when he felt the stares of everyone around him.
"Mr. Black. Woulld you like to answer my question?" The teacher asked, with a strict tone to his voice.
Christian looked over at Amelie and then down, sorry that he had even got so caught up in a conversation.
"Can you repeat the question?"
"Yes, in detention. After school. Today. This is a horrible way to start out the year." He scowled at Christian.

Amelie looked up at the teacher, annoyed. Idiot.
She looked back at Christian, trying to apologise through eye contact. Then she looked back down at the table, her shoulders slumping.

The teacher moved on and Christian reached out to lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He stared down at his paper the entire time.

Emmaleigh wrote: "The teacher moved on and Christian reached out to lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He stared down at his paper the entire time."

She jumped when she felt his hand on his shoulder. Then she looked at his face and sighed quietly. "Sorry," she whispered.