#beastmode

“yeah that’s not true at all, you’re not that smart,” she jokes, playfully pushing his shoulder. “yeah i did.” she says in an excited tone and then her lips quickly turning into a frown. “darn. but seriously can you keep playing your guitar, it sounded soothing. i was really digging it.” 

“You wish I would touch the merchandise.” 

“Only by default.”

“i’m just trying to read in peace,” ryder said, before falling silent for a moment and turning his attention back to his textbook. “but now that you mention it: when are we meeting up for our next tutoring session?”

It was Reagan’s favorite spot, behind the bleachers. It was a good place to hide, hang out. Smoke. Make out. But at that moment, she’d just been sitting, talking to her sister on the phone. After hanging up, she heard music and she peered through the cracks in the bleachers. “God damn, Masterson,” she laughed, “you look straight outta an indie movie or some shit.”

“wow you’re very lucky, how’d you manage to let the admins go through with that?” she asked, jokingly. “aw you shouldn’t have stopped playing,” she pouts, pulling her legs to her chest. “nothing really, i just came over to listen to you play.” 

Shirley heard music coming from the bleachers when she was running track for PE and followed the source of the sound without any of her teachers noticing. “What are you doing down here all alone? Aren’t you supposed to be in class, Raph?”

“What does it look like i’m doing?” She raised an eyebrow and pressed one of the strings down on his guitar.

“what are you going to play next? wonderwall?” he snickered, taking a seat on one of the bleachers far away from the other boy and popping open his textbook, not annoyed enough by the sounds of the guitar to find another place to go during his free period.

misty let out a tiny chuckle, sitting down one bleacher below his. “no this is actually my free period,” she lied, her free periods weren’t in the middle of the day they were her first and last classes. 

JC criss crossed her legs, putting the cigarette to her lips as she watched Raphael play the guitar. After inhaling and blowing the smoke out of her nose she spoke up. “Alright, Johnny Cash. Why’re you out here?” 

misty continued to walk around the school with her arms crossed over her chest, she didn’t care if she was skipping a class or not, she knew what her future was going to be and skipping one class wasn’t going to change any of it. as she heard the sound of a guitar playing outside of the school, she followed it as if it was luring her in. “aren’t you suppose to be in class?” she asks, a small smile crept on her face, as she walked up the bleachers. 

Raphael sat on the bleachers playing a guitar he stole from the music room while he was supposed to be in math. He hummed quietly to himself, not looking up to see who was staring at him.