The bell had already run when Skylar stepped into the school. Most of the kids had already gone into their classes but Skylar had no care in the world. A few minute wouldn't kill the teacher. Besides, it wouldn't have been his first time being late to class. He walked into the school in his usual ripped jeans and baggy hoodie his pale pastel turquoise hair falling over his eyes as he kept his gaze on the floor. Taking a deep breath, Skylar turns the knob open a sly smirk crossing his lips when he opens the door.

"Wassup bitches??" Skylar yells as he runs down the isle high fiving his buddies to his seat, more profanities leaving his mouth before taking his usual seat at the back. The whole class had turned to look at him. Some rolled their eyes while others tried - and failed - to stifle laughter. He tips the chair onto it's back legs until the just about touches the wall, making himself feel at home in the class room. The teacher, who was in the middle of her lecture glares at Skylar looking like she would be able to murder him with her eyes. Skylar only smiled halfheartedly and gestured with his hand, "Sorry, I wasn't feeling too well earlier this morning," he yawns, not even looking one bit sincere.

Charles always sat at the back of the class. It was a great place for doing the minimal amount of work possible. I mean, dont get me wrong. He was a great kid. He just often diddnt want to do any work. He always sat at the back in black jenes and hoodie. Sitting there he could see all the class, the couple that pretend they arnt together. The Emo kids and their drug fuelled crys for attention. He could never be one of them, he was different. His parents always called him "Coy" always trying to get him into sport and bring girls home. His parents would be over joyed if he brought a girl home. But no, girls never seemed to rev his engines. Regardless of how much he tried, they always seemed so superficial, if he was to love. He was to love a person who diddnt act so bland.

Just as he was starting to take notes, Skylar burst into the room, swearing, cussing and blinding as he went. High fiving all the kids as he went. He was pretty cute if you thought about it hard enough. I mean, Charles did have a slight crush on him... nothing too large. I mean, hes a popular kid, what would he want with a faceless loser. However, he was sitting not even a meter from him, Charles could talk to him... it might work? Leaning over he whispered, "Maybe next time come in with rockets straped to you."

((I hope you dont mind me joining@hyperbunny))

Skylar kicks his feet up on the desk, the top of the chair touching the wall behind him. Hearing a voice, he turns his head and flashes the boy beside him a sly sort of smirk, "Good idea, except I don't have that kind of money." He laughed and ran one hand through threads of mint green hair, not even paying attnetion to the lecture or minding the boy beside him. There were a lot of people in the school which Skylar knew little names of the students. For him, building up a reputation (and, secretly his love for art) was the only thing that mattered to him.
"Ugh..." Skylar groans, tossing a crumpled piece of paper towards the front of the class room. The teacher didn't seem to care and just droned on about the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. which seemed to be the frequent topic in the class. The only reason he took it was because out of all the Social Studies sub-topics, Law seemed to be a little less boring than History and Geography.