you gotta shush g i r l [conner]

[trisha may brantly]

I am temperamental like a heart without a home.
I am sentimental but you don't know me at all.
I have expectations; I wanna be the one you call.
And I want a conversation but you don't know me at all.

trisha walked out of the cafeteria room with three other cheerleaders at the end of the lunch period. it has been a typical monday lunch period at the cheerleaders table. you know, gossip about this and that, how all the parties had been the past weekend, and who had plans for the week. the table as a whole was always chatty. not one of the girls was ever quiet. they were always trying to get their input on the subject heard by the others. thats what mattered during lunch. but when it came to the parties trisha was usually the one with the most to say. she went to pretty much all of them every weekend. and it was amazing that she could get up on monday and go to school and actually function normally.

her next period though was study hall. and as much as she would have loved to head out to the court yard with the other girls, she was headed to the library. the teacher in charge of her study hall wrote her a pass and she was on her way. she walked down empty halls with the sound of her heels echoing back at her. tirsha didn't read unless it was for class. she was in the library like a total of five times a year and that was only to do projects. which was why she was going today. the project her english teacher had assigned the past thursday was due the next. and because she didn't do homework on the weekends she had next to nothing done. it wouldn't take her long to come up with something that at least was passing though. trisha was good with last minute pressure.

she pushed open the heavy wood doors to the library and set her pass down on the librarian's desk and headed to one of the tables in the back. after she set her books down trisha took a quick look of the ten other students in the library. many seemed to be in the same boat she was. they had stayed out most of the weekend and needed the miracle work of the library to pass now. she sighed softly looking at all the books. oh how she disliked books. computer made everything easier. too bad her teacher had told them to use computers as little as possible. 'better get this over with' she thought as she started down one row. the project was over concentration camps and she didn't know where those books would be located. she didn't know if there even where books about concentration camps.

status: finished
lyrics: revolution [The Veronicas]
notes: icky starter =P
outfit: ish lazy so i'm gonna say whats in the pictures =]

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[conner scott o'malley]

[/i] he really needed to finish up these readings and take some serious notes or else he was going to fail history. that was not an option, seeing as his parents would freak out, and the championships were looming ahead in the bullriding world. conner shook his head softly and ran his hand over his hair, feeling naked without his black stetson. he had actually forgotten it this morning in his race for the bus, and his head was cold.

after about ten minutes of actual work, conner's eyes wandered back over to trisha. she looked so focused that he felt free to stare, and he began to wonder why they had become 'enemies' in the first place. oh yeah, she doesn't care that her friends beat you up, he said sarcastically in his thoughts. it was true, her jock guy friends would taunt and fight him three or four to one, and her and her prissy friends would stand back and watch. conner felt his face heating up with his irish temper, and slammed his gaze back to his textbook. his eyes roamed over the page, but he reread the same paragraph over and over. trisha wasn't always a jerk, you used to be friends when you were little... conner sighed loudly and sat forward in his chair, bored out of his mind and hating the track that his thoughts were on.
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POST STATUS: not done
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: me! and google images =D
LYRICS CREDIT TO: big and rich
ROLEPLAYING WITH: kellie
DRESSED IN: levi's, broken in cowboy boots, red tee
NOTES: bleh. i gave you like, NOTHING to work off of. sorry!!!

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[trisha may brantly]

I am temperamental like a heart without a home.
I am sentimental but you don't know me at all.
I have expectations; I wanna be the one you call.
And I want a conversation but you don't know me at all.

the amount of books she had managed to find on centration camps covered about half of the large table she sat at. her open notebook and pen were ready for the note taking. now she had to focus and get this boring project done. trisha was an okay student, hardly what was considered great. she did what she was suppose to to get b's and c's, and that was enough to stay on the cheerleading squad. but she hated projects, group or solo. they took to much time and effort outside of class. and she had better things to do outside of school then to work on school work. so this was her work time; usually the only time she spent working on anything. and she'd be damned before she worked on it this weekend; she was hosting a party this weekend.

she look up briefly from her notebook. half a page of notes were taken and she was already bored. after a quick scan of the protation of the library she could see, her eyes landed on conner o'malley. he was a bullrider, but she knew him the most from school. they had been in school together since pre-school. he wasn't lame, but his social standing in high school was questionable. basically the jocks beat the crap out of him daily. 'which is too bad 'cause he is cute' she thought to herself. not that she did anything to stop them. sure they probably listen while she was around but once she was gone what she had said wouldn't matter. they thought his bullriding was lame becuase he wouldn't play football. but trisha didn't see any of them willing to jump on a bull and have a go. 'stupid boys' she thought as looked down at her notebook.

she focused back on her note taking when the door to the library opened and slammed shut. trisha looked up to see the quarter back and a lineman standing there looking around the room. She assumed they were looking for her. one of the girls probably had told them were she was and they wanted to know the plans for the weekend. 'if they get me kicked out....' she said in her mind as they walked over. as soon as they sat down, trisha knew she would be assoicated with anything they did which would result in getting sent back to study hall. then she remembered conner sitting not far away. hopefully she could keep the attention long enough. "hey trisha, whens the party this weekend?" asked the quarter back.

status: finished
lyrics: revolution [The Veronicas]
notes: ish okayish....
outfit: ish lazy so i'm gonna say whats in the pictures =]

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[conner scott o'malley]

[/i] one of them asked. conner couldn't help but let a sarcastic half-chuckle escape his mouth, disgusted by the fact that all they did was play football and party. of course, conner pretty much only did bullriding and school, so was he really one to talk? no matter, because they had overheard them, and the librarian had stepped outside for a minute.

the qb turned in his chair to see who had smirk/laughed, and met conner's gaze. the jock's gaze turned cruel and mean, and conner did exactly the same thing. he knew that if it came down to a fight he could probably hold his own since there were only two of them, and made sure that that idea was evident in his smirk. the qb spoke to conner, first checking to make sure the librarian was gone. "what'r you laughin at cowgirl?" conner tensed up, and he hated the fact that their namecalling actually pissed him off. what was he, six?

the rest of the library had gone quiet, and conner forced himself to relax and lean forward in his chair. "the fact that you are what you are." he said that very sarcastically and with a hit of irony, almost as if he was about to bust into laughter at any second. conner loved tormenting the jocks, and he just hoped no other ones would come into the library. then conner would have no hope of winning any sort of fight. his eyes drifted over to trisha, who looked as though she had hoped they wouldn't see him. conner shook his head softly at her, his eyes hard and stoney, and then looked back to the jocks.

after five seconds of silence, it was obvious they had no comeback, and conner just smiled at them and stood up. he gathered up his books and slung his backpack over one shoulder, walking towards the library door casually. he didn't care if they followed him or not, but he wasn't going to stick around and find out. as he pushed open the library doors, he turned and looked back at trisha again, wondering how a girl who had been a friend when they were kids could be so different now.
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POST STATUS: not done
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: me! and google images =D
LYRICS CREDIT TO: big and rich
ROLEPLAYING WITH: kellie
DRESSED IN: levi's, broken in cowboy boots, red tee
NOTES: maybe he left his book or something? lol. i think it would be dramatic if they had to talk alone about something.... idk. xD or the jocks could be angryful. =]

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[trisha may brantly]

I am temperamental like a heart without a home.
I am sentimental but you don't know me at all.
I have expectations; I wanna be the one you call.
And I want a conversation but you don't know me at all.

she didn't even get to answer their question when the two football players turned to conner. exactly what she didn't want. and what was worse was the librarian managed to pick the less then perfect time to leave, so conner was fair game. trisha sat silently watching as the three boys started a name calling game. if the librarian came back in the middle of their little game, the two jocks and herself would be kicked out. that thought annoyed her but still she said nothing as conner left them speechless. that wasn't hard though. most of the jocks had little brains compared to their big egos.

conner got up and went to the door. she looked away him he looked at her. he walked out and trisha let out a sigh of relief. the target of the football players game was gone. trisha thought that she would just answer their question so they could leave. but once before she could answer the two got up from the table and followed the bullrider. 'you've got to be kidding...' she thought to herself as she watched them practically struting to the door. they thought they were so high and mighty. they had more to worry about then the damn bullrider. trisha quickly gathered her stuff up, shoved it in her bag, and went to walk away from the table when she notice conner left a book at his own table. she grabbed it and quickly followed the two footballers out into the hall.

by the time she got out of the library conner was facing off four football players. she could tell a few swings had already been taken and they had broke for some more name calling before they started swinging again. trisha couldn't get caught in the middle of this; if and when a teacher showed up she'd be in trouble with the rest of them. and her father wouldn't have that. she set her bag and the book down against a locker as another swing aimed for conner. it hit him rather hard and trisha winced at the sight. 'he must have really pissed them of....' she thought for a moment then took a deep breathe. "Mike, knock it off," she said stepping up to the qb's side, "i think coach is coming." the football coach was also the history teacher but of course trisha was lying about him coming, she just wanted them out of the hallway.

status: finished
lyrics: revolution [The Veronicas]
notes: jocks lol
outfit: ish lazy so i'm gonna say whats in the pictures =]

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[conner scott o'malley]

[/i] conner thought with a soft sigh. he really didn't know why he got himself into these situations, they always ended badly for him.

two minutes later, conner's just rehealed lip was split open, but the quarterback's nose was broken. trisha had just came out of the library, and conner glanced over at her for a split second. as he looked another punch landed on his jawline, and his neck snapped to the side with a crunch. he swore under his breath and was about to retaliate when trisha stepped up between him and the bleeding qb. she said something about the coach coming, and all four of the jocks speed-walked away, murmuring threats as they tried to be quiet. it would have been a funny sight to see, four big guys practically tip toe running down the hall while trying to look tough, but conner couldn't seem to find the humor.

after swiping the back of one hand across his bloody lip conner bent to pick up his backpack. it had gotten thrown to the floor before the skirmish, and he slung it back on before straighting up again. he wasn't sure what to say or do, seeing as he wasn't in the best of moods, and trisha certainly wasn't his favorite person. he glanced down to the stuff she had leaned against a locker and noticed his book there. conner rubbed a hand behind his neck in the silent moment and mumbled a thanks. it was nice of her to grab the book for him, and he was torn between acting like a jerk and being grateful.

eventually his shy and polite self won over, and conner cleared his throat and decided to face the elephant in the room. "uhm. do you want to walk?" conner gestured down the hall in the opposite direction that the jocks had gone, knowing that they had about a half hour to burn before study hall would be over and going back in there was pointless. they weren't going to get any work done now, and the librarian was probably long gone flirting with the science teacher.
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POST STATUS: not done
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: me! and google images =D
LYRICS CREDIT TO: big and rich
ROLEPLAYING WITH: kellie
DRESSED IN: levi's, broken in cowboy boots, red tee
NOTES: hmmm. not much.

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[trisha may brantly]

I am temperamental like a heart without a home.
I am sentimental but you don't know me at all.
I have expectations; I wanna be the one you call.
And I want a conversation but you don't know me at all.

she stared after the four football players as they quickly disappeared down the hall. it was amazing they had belived her. of course they didn't have a reason not to believe her. and if by chance they find out why she lied to them to scare them off, she'd catch a lot of crap from just about everyone. that, trisha figured she could pretty much handle. sure there would be gossip for a while but it'd blow over and no one would even remember in a week or two. it was hardly a big deal at the moment.

the mumbled thanks from conner made her turn back so she faced him. trisha gave a him a soft smile in reply before crouching down to pick up her bag and the book. she gathered everything into her arms and stood once again facing conner. her gazed followed his gesture down the hallway. part of her knew she should head right back into the library and finish her project, but she wouldn't be able to focus. "sure conner," she said with a smile, "why not."

she started down the hallway walking next to him. once thing came to mind; the fact that people might and probably would see. it probably wouldn't hurt social standing though but there might be some talking. 'whatever,' she thought for a moment. trisha looked at conner and held out his book. "here conner, you left this," she said with a smile. she was trying to be nice. fact was she really didn't dislike him like he or others may have thought. trisha actually didn't have an opinion on him. and she could get along with others that were outside of her social circle it just took a little bit of extra work.

status: finished
lyrics: revolution [The Veronicas]
notes: icky post
outfit: ish lazy so i'm gonna say whats in the pictures =]

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[conner scott o'malley]

[/i] he thought to himself as trisha gave him his book.

"thanks."

he managed to get out that one word before the bell rang and saved him. conner gave trisha one last glance and touched his forehead as if he would tip his non-existant hat.

"..uh, thanks again..."

he said it void of any emotion or real feeling, and felt comfortable like that. things were back where they were supposed to be with the rush of students coming out of classrooms. conner and trisha were lost in the crowd of students, and he turned on his heel and walked to his next class, not really wanting to think over what could have been had he further explored the conversation. being friends with a girl like trisha would only lead to further embarrassment or disappointment, and conner had enough of that in his life.
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POST STATUS: not done
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: me! and google images =D
LYRICS CREDIT TO: big and rich
ROLEPLAYING WITH: kellie
DRESSED IN: levi's, broken in cowboy boots, red tee
NOTES: hmmm. lol. we can end it after you reply or something... idk. i have ZERO conner muse. sorry for the wait

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