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Darian Green

To say that a situation had occurred would be just the tiniest bit of an understatement. Situations seemed to crop up around Darian either intentionally or accidentally if for no other reason than for the fact that Darian didn't seem to know or even care about others or their feelings. It was easy for someone like Darian to keep others away because no one ever wanted to get close anyway; and those that did came with the caveat of believing her to be little more than a juvenile constantly acting out for attention's sake. Perhaps they weren't fully wrong. But either way the situation as it currently stood was rather volatile. A pin dropping could be heard from the moment the dark skinned girl's lips made contact with Melanie's. What went unseen was the single, brief, momentary smirk as Darian pulled away from the kiss. It lasted as long as a blink but for that single moment, Darian showed something resembling a feeling. 

She braced herself for the slap, it wasn't the first time some scorned girl lashed out against Darian - though usually it came with tears and strong words - and it was doubtful that it would be the last. But no slap came. No stinging pain to the cheek. No sound of skin snapping against skin. Nothing came of it...except for the dulcet tones of Roza. Darian turned her eyes towards Roza, though she turned them away from the Russian just as quickly. Darian couldn't let emotions play on her face. Not right now. Not with some people looking on. 

 "What's wrong, Ro-Ro?" Darian spoke, her voice softer in volume but still as stinging as ever in content,  "Can't let someone else damage your property? Should've let her go through with it. She couldn't hurt me if she tried." Darian then lowered her head and mumbled very softly to herself something that was meant only for her ears. "Not after you already hurt me worse."

Her rebuttal to the comments on her supposed lack of skillset or a bust went unanswered thanks to the shocking...and quite humorous, interruption of one of the 'fuckin' nerds' as Darian so eloquently referred to them. Her defense, such as it was, would've simply been acknowledgement of the fact that while her chest was small, a certain flaxen haired witch seemed quite enamored with them for the longest time. Darian wasn't self conscious about her appearance, she was confident in every sense of the word, though she didn't feel the need to flaunt her only asset like a certain former flame. Darian embraced the naturally exotic tint to her looks, aided by the striking contrast of her bleached hair, and combined with her dominant personality this created someone who, for better or worse, stood out regardless of the size of her chest. 

Of course, the arrival of Mrs. Castro put a stop to Darian's inner monologue in an instant. The delinquent heard the teacher's comments, even the decree about duty designations, but instead Darian scoffed and distanced herself from the trio that had surrounded her. 

 "No. These clowns ain't gonna order me around and I don't care if they snitch out. I ain't doin' it and I you can't make me, Elizabeth."

Darian never referred to Mrs. Castro in the formal, respectful way. Darian had previously thought that Elizabeth Castro and she were friends, and friends don't talk like they were at a business meeting. Of course Darian knew that Elizabeth was simply doing her job, and a teacher couldn't play favorites even with an exemplary biology student...but that didn't mean Darian had to go along with her. They could both put up fronts. 

 "Why don't you get Siri over there to do it?" Darian spoke of late arrival Kiyoshi as she began stomping her way towards the door.  "The other nerdy fuck will probably be happy to do it, closest he'll come to havin' a girl talk to him." And that was aimed at Matt.  "Darian Green is no one's personal bitch. Make your own damn copies. You're welcome, by the way," Darian was in front of the door and turned her head to look back at Melanie,  "First taste is free."

"Where are you going, Ms Green?" Mrs. Castro asked, anything but humor in her voice. "Class is starting and you've got responsibilities."

 "I'm not a fuckin' janitor. I ain't gettin' paid to wipe shit up. I'm goin' for a smoke. Stop me."

Darian continued towards the exit, getting most of the way out before Mrs. Castro interjected once more.

 "I hear that the...recommendations are due soon. I'd hate to forget to submit mine."

Darian paused, glad that her face was not visible to the class...because they couldn't see the look of dejection that was present. "It was a stupid idea anyway." Darian said back as she left the classroom proper, leaving a snow covered desk, a kissed girl, a nerd power trip, a possibly-not-quite-extinguished flame, and a disappointed teacher in her wake.

Not bad for eight in the morning.

Not bad at all.
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