Sitting Alone at Lunch

[Little Lion]

The first comment had slipped by Reita with little care but the second, holding his name, had acused his eyebrows to make a small upward slide seeming to pull his eyes from the unfolded note in his hands. He glanced at the board, studying the name of the play and it's course, then towards the girl in a smirk. "Maybe he shouldn't." He commented about the vote to his being Romeo. His quiet comment had only gotten hushed giggles from around him. A typical reaction to a comment he knew would have no sway. His name was always sacrificed up to the lead role or number one spot whether or not he wanted it. It was more of a lamb to slaughter type of deal. He gave the note in his fingers a gentle turn sliding the edges along his gloved palm, patiently waiting for the teacher to move her bulk from in front of the names she was writing. Once they came into view, his fingers gave the paper a rather hard pinch. He felt like stuffing the hole thing in his mouth. Great. He thought to himself. He wasn't sure what part he wanted, but that wasn't it nor was that the line up his subconscious wanted.

"How fitting." Some girl chimed next to him. "Reita playing the number one bachelor."

[Dara]

No way No way was Morgan having the Lead , Not if he had anthing to do with it However Much he wanted it, to have a reason to Kiss Lucian once more. It would just make the other boy hate him more and he couldnt live with that
"Miss I cant do this role... I cant be Romeo.....Im just not cut out for it" He complained feeling the swirls of Nausea hit his body "Id make a Mess of it, you should make one of the others Romeo Someone who deserves it like ...."
During his protest hed stood up ignoring the teacher and pointed to Reita "Reita. Reita should be Romeo .... I refuse to be Romeo besides Shakespeare isnt he outdated Miss" He stood next to his chairs crossing his arms waiting for the probable dentision refusing to look round for Lucien knowing he couldnt look at the boy else his whole nerve would just buckle and send him running for the boys room.

[Asphyxia]

The teacher had quickly stuffed her hand in front of herself, silencing Morgan with no other word, making an ominous movement towards her chair, but stole a glance to Reita. "The decision is final!" She said, fury clearly burning through her eyes as she huffed a malice scoff and scathed her way to her seat, almost jerking it out of balance towards the floor, triggering the laughter of some of the students around watching intently as she humiliated herself just by being blinded anger. "You will like it, unfortunately." She lastly stated acidly, a bitter spat thinned her lips together as she turned to idly write words on a tanned piece of parchment with a quill and a flask with ink.

Lucian, on the other hand, didn't find the teacher's troubled air hysterical at all. In fact, his lips had quickly contorted into a frustrating little smirk of disgrace. He had disowned himself at the thought of even getting mad that Morgan didn't want to accept. He began to strip himself down lower than before on the chair, thinking he was lower than dirt for not even appealing the boy that had thought him attractive earlier. Pessimistic about this, his fingers twisted around the pockets of his pants, shifting with surprising discomfort. How could one boy turn his world upside down, make his stomach churn with butterflies and above all, daze and confuse him into blank thoughts of nothing. Above all the minds he could read and Morgan's had been now hindered by a cloud of an inpenetrable wall. Impossible, Lucian thought. He gathered his legs to himself on the desk, hugging them against the brim of the chair until he could feel some sense of pain into his skin, but couldn't even register his own thoughts until he felt a pair of warm fingers slowly brush his shoulder and a marble-colored piece of parchment drop down to his lap. Staring at it dumbly for a fragment of a second, his fingers idly twirled around it in hesitation, reluctantly picking it up and twirling around the wrappings to unravel it. He seemed desperate and at the same time insolent. To his great disappointment, the note had just read, "You know you want to," clearly in a more neat and elegant, cursive penmanship. He gulped once or twice, someone is reading my thoughts, he thought almost eloquently, but the expression quickly frowned upon himself. "...great." He half heartidly smiled at seeing his twin sister sitting somewhere around him, edged more towards Reita's desk. The difference between Lucian and Damara, Lucian's twin, was the Damara had blond hair and blue eyes. They had the same slim appearance, slender curves and toned body, not quite like an athlete's but more frail and angelically outlined, refined with soft glows of ivory and some hinting tans here and there. Her smile was wistful, her frame leaning against her seat as she pretended to giggle coolly at some other click's comment.

[Little Lion]

The lavendar eye's of the class hero were drawn to Morgan as he protested his position. Having the role thrown at him yet again he kept an unphased face, blankly watching the preformance protest by Morgan as though indifferent and undisturbed though his mind was working over the reasons. Morgan didn't draw attention and the part required a lot of it yet at the same time Reita knew that didn't fit all the pieces of the puzzle. In the midst of the teacher's fluster, a smirk was drawn across the side of Reita's face dissapearing till the look of amusement was only a hinting expression. The woman's determination to keep the choices final and Morgan's resistance, worked for him in a way he could not quite name but the angel was not unsettled by the reactions. He was connecting dots and plotting quick schemes. The lavendar eyes again turned to Morgan, waiting for him to perhaps give a final act, he played himself as quite the rebel after all. His eyes trailed back to the teacher, stopping once on Lucian since he held the other lead part. The boy didn't look to thrilled either but he knew the reason. "What fun..." Reita murmured to himself turning the side of his face into his right hand, bored inside though as always, looking attentive on the outside, perfectly flawless before teachers and peers.

[Dara]

"Im still not doing it "Morgan complained softly "Miss you cannot make me, you cannot make me learn the words or repeat them for the classes amusement. So Just flunk me already...I just retake it next year... or Summer school!" He didnt shout this time he just issued his threat calmly, his wings twitching at the thought simply of his parent's anger, and Lenix maybe.
His big sister hated it when he failed classes and this time it was going to be on purpose. Silentlly he sat down back at his desk a soft smile on his face.His arms crossed He'd like to see his teacher get around this infalliable logic, now if he could just get rid of the queasy feeling in his stomach after all he didnt plan on ending his perfect plan by being sick.

[Asphyxia]

The teacher's furtive glare centered on the annoying teenager once again, fume seemed to be emanating from her head as her lips crept into a thinning scowl. You could tell the piercing, interlocked look she had stamped on the young teenager wasn't a good sign since the teacher really did have anger issues.

Quickly, Damara's slender hand shoved Lucian's shoulder, which he retaliated with a growl, a bare of his teeth, and an angry gaze. "What?" He muttered lowly through clenched teeth. The anger simmering through him because Morgan kept complaining affected, not only the teacher, but him as well. The only difference was that his anger wasn't due to pure, irked anger, but of jealousy and pain. He expected more from the boy now more since he had taken a subconscious interest.

"Do something about this!" Damara's trilling voiced chimed in a huffing, anxious sound toward her twin.

Registering what to do, Lucian just kept a blank stare at the boy, blinking several of times before he received another unsuspected shove that had him already on the irritated side. His other hand--which was tucked safely inside his pocket--struggled to pry free from it, rubbing gently the side that was being poked at fiercely. More so, the irritation came from his annoying twin that kept prodding the situation, imploring him to do something about it, as if he could, as if he had the power anymore to do so. "What do you want me to do?" His voice sounded bleak, wary. His shoulders had limped down vaguely, he had given up on the fact that he did even appeal to the newcomer.

"Kiss him."

WHAT!?!? Lucian quickly yelled mentally at Damara, trying to hide the intruding tinges of surfacing blood pooling under his cheeks.

"You heard me."

The boy quickly stiffened in his place. Hearing the teacher now yell at Morgan didn't help his thinking, shaking the crimson locks away from his face. His breathing became uneven, almost in a hyperventilating pant and as an act of impulse, his body rose to his feet, his arms clenched to a fist, his lips thinned in anger, and his eyes on target, striding gracefully but with little hints of stomps toward Morgan. Now in front of his desk, Lucian's ruby-red eyes seized of the young teenager's. His figure slowly leaned down and his frozen lips pressed unto Morgan's cheek, pressing afterward unto his ear. "I want you to be my Romeo." He knew this would've bring confusion to the young boy, but he was already confused by him, so why not reciprocate? He'd practice the words in his mind while pacing so the hesitation wouldn't show, but his heart pounded a million times faster than any normal human would. He'd be dead by now as the color drained from his skin again, still flexed against the boy, hesitating now with abashed emotion to his seat, slumping down, sinking in, knowing he'd get made fun of.