summer's gone ((open))

Marilyn was sitting on a higher row of the bleachers that looked overhead the football field. Looking down, her hair got in the way as she was absorbing the words from the science book that laid on her lap. "The term scientist originally appeared in the year 1833. How interesting," she commented moving some hair to be behind her ear. Hearing footsteps coming from afar, Marilyn looked around trying to see who it was that happened to be approaching the area.

The goth teen was making his way to the football field as he lit a cigarette that was being held in captivity inside his mouth. Going up the steps, he looked around and noticed Marilyn sitting on a row of bleachers. He began to approach her as he took a drag of his cigarette and proceeded to blow out a bit of smoke. "What are ya exactly looking for? A monarch butterfly? A bee to use to sting people with?" he asked letting out a small chuckle as he dropped some ashes onto the bleachers. "Don't you find it amusing how you look like you probably get paid with solid gold for an allowance yet you're acting as though you're a scientist like it's no big deal?"

Rolling her eyes, she responded, "Hardee har har. Don't you have something better to do? Like listen to Cruxshadows or something? If you don't get it, I'm trying to do something productive while you're here smoking and running your blabber mouth!" It was bad enough the school had tension surrounding all of the cliques, but she especially hated when someone had to go and interrupt her peaceful reading. Marilyn placed a bookmark in the book and closed it. "I can't help the fact that this is how I like to present myself. It breaks stereotypes. Besides, most consider nerds to look like they could be Urkel from Family Matters not some attractive girl who could probably be a Victoria's Secret angel."

"My fucking god, Lindberg. A bit of an attitude, don't ya think?" he commented laughing some as he took a drag and blew some smoke by the other's face. "Besides, you're saying that to the one who wears dresses and heavy eyeshadow. So, you say that you're breaking stereotypes? Isn't that pretentious or what?" the teen wondered rolling his eyes biting his lip. "Do you know what you even need? A fucking grip!"

Marilyn crossed her arms having no time for immaturity. "I think the more appropriate description of how I feel is irritated with the fucking urge to kick someone's scrotum. I know anatomy, so I could find your weak spots to make you incapacitated if I needed to, but even I wouldn't stoop that low. You may think your little comment was clever, but it actually wasn't. You could tell me a chemistry joke, and I wouldn't even react to it." She couldn't stand this dude! How could anyone tolerate talking to him for a few minutes? The bookworm squinted her eyes waiting for a response.

Smirking, he licked his lip. "How low would you stoop then? Obviously you wouldn't fuck me since I like it up the ass. Shove a vibrator up someone's ass so far to the point of them needing to go to the emergency room to get it taken out? you probably would do that since apparently you know anatomy, which would probably include orifices." He wanted to see how far he could make Marilyn pissed. He found it quite amusing to do to say the least.

"Can't you just fuck off already? I was trying to enjoy the beautiful weather by reading, but you had to come up here and ruin it!" Marilyn yelled as she pushed the other. "Fucking stop smoking that carcinogenic stick as well. Those things contain rat poison You should be glad you aren't even doing chewing tobacco! That shit is even worse than getting smoke in your lungs if I have to be honest!"