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[sub][color=slategray]Location: Homeroom -----> BHHS Hallway
Collab: [color=309b75][b]Damian[/b][/color] [@Universorum] and [color=dc143c][b]Savannah[/b][/color] [@melissahart][/color][/sub][/center]
[hr][hr][indent]Savannah walked into homeroom, journal and pen in hand. She was ready to talk and redeem herself from yesterday, after her article turned sour (as deemed by Riley). Her green eyes darted around the room- he [i]had[/i] to be here somewhere. After all, they did have homeroom together. Finally, her eyes landed on him. He was sitting in the corner surrounded by some other guys on the football team and didn’t seem too into the conversation, so she’d be the perfect distraction- she hoped.

Slowly walking over to him, she sat down at the empty desk in front of the boy and smiled genuinely, attempting to grab his attention. [color=dc143c][b]“Hey, [i]Damian[/i]. Do you have a second?”[/b][/color]

Damian’s mind was elsewhere. Last night had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions. His mom was [i]pissed[/i], and he knew she was pissed, because she’d called Trevor and then Remy right after… Sheesh. He was narrowly avoiding the executioner’s tax; a swing of the axe. As such, his mind wasn’t really into the conversation his ex-teammates were having, so when Savannah (right? she was redheaded. he should have had this down) approached him, he was more than happy to stand up.

[color=309b75][b]“Yes, totally. Sure. Let’s go to the hall.”[/b][/color] Damian said, before taking her arm and leading her to the hall.

Savvy was a little surprised with how enthusiastic Damian was acting- wasn’t he still supposed to be upset about the whole ordeal? Dropping her bag on a chair and following him to the hallway where it was a little bit quieter, the redhead tried to piece together the questions she had prepared for this interview. After all, she did practice in her mirror last night to make sure that this went [i]flawlessly[/i]. She had already messed up once (‘messed up’ was up to interpretation- it was a bad article, but she did get a date out of it) and wasn’t planning on letting it happen again.

[color=dc143c][b]“So I’m the features editor for the [i]Orange and Black[/i] and I’m writing an article about the upcoming Football season. As everyone already knows you are clearly missing from this season’s roster, so I wanted to take the opportunity to get your side of the story. Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions?”[/b][/color]

Damian listened to what Sav had to say, and stared at her for a few quiet moments, the only sound filling the otherwise dead air being that of the footsteps of their peers. Finally, Damian spoke in a quiet, soft voice. [color=309b75][b]“That’s uh… that’s the school newspaper, right?”[/b][/color] He said, carefully gauging her reaction. He really… really needed to keep up on these things. Damian had been so focused on getting in Joy’s pants, that he’d forgotten details like that. Look, when your mind is all stackin’ plates, bangin’ weights, and kissin’ girls, you forget irrelevant stuff like the school newspaper. It’s just [i]bound[/i] to happen.

Sav let out a small laugh at his comment- he [i]was[/i] kidding right? Nevermind that, she answered his question. [color=dc143c][b]“Yes, it’s the school newspaper.”[/b][/color] She replied, brushing her red hair out of her face. She opened up her journal and clicked her pen so she was ready to write. [color=dc143c][b]“I just have a few things I want to ask you so your voice can be heard by the rest of the student body.”[/b][/color]

Alright, that answered that. Yeah, Damian supposed he could work with the school newspaper. They were at least fair and didn’t blow things as far out of proportion as the Weekend Warrior tended to do. [color=309b75][b]“Sure, hit me with the questions. I’ll answer them.”[/b][/color] Damian said, giving her a thumbs up. If it were any other girl, he’d hit on her. ...well, that wasn’t [i]really[/i] true anymore. He was an honest man now! But even if he didn’t have Joy, he still wouldn’t go for her. This was Trevor’s girl. Dude had good taste.

[color=dc143c][b]“Great, let’s jump right in.”[/b][/color] Savannah stated, putting her finger on her first question for the ex-captain. She looked up at him. [color=dc143c][i]You can’t play nice, Sav. Riley’s right, a good reporter needs to get to the good stuff, not just go skin deep...[/i][/color] She reminded herself of the conversation that her and Trevor’s brother had the previous evening, which was driving this interview. [color=dc143c][b]“The administration was extremely harsh on your sanctions and suspension from the team. Was your indefinite removal due to other factors, or strictly in result of the celebration you held on new years?”[/b][/color] She asked, getting right down to the nitty-gritty.

Whoa, that was a rather tense question. Damian had expected stuff like ‘are you good at football?’ Yes. ‘Is the team good at football?’ Mostly. ‘Will they win without you?’ I’d say yes. Damian took a deep breath, taking his response into careful consideration. Saying the wrong thing was a definite possibility here, and something he certainly wanted to avoid. [color=309b75][b]“Just the party. I’m pretty sure that the Coach is more upset about me being kicked than I am. It’s definitely not my grades, those are ace. Put that in there, in case my moms reads this.”[/b][/color] Damian explained, leaning over to see the notes that Sav wrote down.

Scribbling down his main points, Sav moved onto her follow-up question. [color=dc143c][b]“There are...rumors that you didn’t plan this party alone. Why did you take the fault if this is the case?”[/b][/color] In order to sound unbiased, she phrased things in a way that made it seem as though she was an outside party.

[color=309b75][b]“I mean, I didn’t really take it alone. Henry was there. I guess, it sucks, but at the end of the day… Maybe I got a little singled out. Doesn’t really matter, the team will go on. I’ll go on?”[/b][/color] Whoops. That was more of a question than a confident, brave statement. Damian repeated himself, [color=309b75][b]“I’ll be just fine without football. Maybe the administration will change their mind, though. Who knows?”[/b][/color]

[color=dc143c][b]“That definitely says a lot about your character, Damian. The fault of one over the fault of many isn’t an easy situation to be in, but I’m sure your friends value that quality in you.”[/b][/color] Savannah stated, writing down as much as she could. She looked up at him, hoping that she wasn’t being all too harsh- she really did want him to be able to tell his side of the story, hence, her next question. [color=dc143c][b]“I want to give you the opportunity to speak- for you to say whatever you want to the administration. If they were reading this article, what would you tell them?”[/b][/color]

These questions weren’t very easy, man. Maybe he would have been better off sitting in class and listening to boys talk about nothing. [color=309b75][b]“I guess I’d just want to say… that I don’t really think this is fair… and maybe it’s a [i]little[/i] harsh, but I mean I guess that’s your call to make. Not mine.”[/b][/color] Damian shrugged his shoulders. He really didn’t have a whole lot to say on this subject. [color=309b75][b]“What’s done is done, and I know they’re not gonna reverse it. Why would they? But maybe they can at least never do it to anyone else. They really screwed the pooch, as far as me and Henry go.”[/b][/color]

Savannah gave him a smile. [color=dc143c][b]“You’re doing great.”[/b][/color] She told him, hopefully instilling some confidence in the boy. This was a complete 180 from her interview yesterday, but it was the best flip it could be. [color=dc143c][b]“Just one last question for you…”[/b][/color] She started and looked up at him in order to make sure that she was truly ready. [color=dc143c][b]“If you could change one thing that you did in this situation, what would it be?”[/b][/color]

Well, [i]that’s[/i] an easy question. This response didn’t take Damian anywhere near as long to say:

[color=309b75][b]“I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”[/b][/color]

Savannah smirked, writing down the one-liner word for word. Shutting her journal, she gave an appreciative glance to Damian. [color=dc143c][b]“I know some of that wasn’t the easiest, but I hope that this article is meant to paint you in a different light than the administration is putting you in. Thank you, Damian, I really appreciate it.”[/b][/color] Sav stated with a smile. [i]This[/i] was the kind of article she needed.[/indent]