Life is a game

Kevin Bauer. Sophomore. Student at Harvest Academy

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"No popcorn," Karen murmured, scandalized, as she made her way onto the green with a scowl. It wasn't any matter. She'd bought a massive bag of popcorn off-campus - one the size of a body pillow - and carried it in her loving embrace as she elbowed past a number of students. The movies wouldn't s...

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under a tree (n-a-p-p-i-n-g)

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Clorica sat there, eyes up towards the sky. As much as she wanted to fall asleep, from first impressions she got that he was easily irritated and the last thing she wanted before a nap was to get yelled at. Understandably, not everyone was fan of having someone doze off on their shoulders - something she was known to do.

“No.”

Her gaze fell to meet his. Could he not sleep because she was there? Oh well, he shouldn’t have taken her spot.

God we’re too much alike this is hell. As someone very quiet, the silence made him uncomfortable. He felt like he should say something. What happened to your carefree attitude? Just kidding, that’s just an act. He shifted uncomfortably. I should say something.

“I can leave if you want...” Kevin could take a hint. It was hard with Clorica, but he could tell when he wasn’t wanted. Which was often. He couldn’t blame anyone for not wanting to hang out with him though and-wait why was he thinking about this now?

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Wait- this isn’t mine.

Freya looked at the books in her hand, one in particular not familiar. She quickly flipped through the pages to see if she could get a glimpse at a name without invading this person’s property. Mid-notebook, she saw the name ‘Kevin’ written in the top corner, most likely from today’s assignment, and noted how neatly it was written. His handwriting was cute for a guy’s - with no offense to guys, but they don’t have the best penmanship.

Hoping to see him in the halls after she left class, Freya continued as if she didn’t have someone to look for. She scanned the crowd while she walked, looking for the brunette who owned the notebook.

“Oh, I was looking for you.”

She handed over his notebook with a smile.

“You have really nice handwriting. I didn’t read anything, I only glanced at the name inside to see who it belonged to.”

Kevin was slightly relieved by her words, but the tiny gremlin in his head was telling him she’s lying. She read all your stupid emo thoughts you fucking loser. Or what if...What if she saw his shitty anime drawings. What if she thinks I’m a weeb?

“Oh-uh...thanks...” He was taken off guard by the compliment. His handwriting? Kevin never really thought about it. Considering how lazy he was now, it must be a result of his past goody two shoes self. He thought his handwriting was sloppy but maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought.

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•｡ ღ After a strenuous morning of schoolwork and bearing the searing summer weather, she looked forward to lunchtime where she could indulge in her meal catered especially to her refined and selective palette. Bianca walked with a stride in her step, intending to relax in the shade where the temperature would certainly be lower than basking in the sunshine when she stumbled upon him. Within that moment, her appetite was lost.

And the glare in his eyes declared a challenge.

“I see. It all makes sense now.” She smiled cheekily. “This is how you accept your untimely death. By falling asleep and melting under the sun! Yet, you remain incapable of doing it somewhere privately. Goddess forbid!”

Kevin was not the least bit surprised when she approached. Lifting up a bit, he adjusted his position so his head was rested on his fist. He obviously wouldn’t be getting sleep anytime soon. And just as he expected, the storm began. Kevin looked at her with half closed eyes. 

What the fuck....

"Yeah...so can you just let me die in peace?” He shifted so he was now lying on his back. “...Do you need something..?” This girl has some serious issues.

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Lunch trouble

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Frey was patiently standing in line for lunch. She was a little late this time around bit hopefully after buying lunch, there would still be vacant seats around. The line hasn’t moved forward in a while and it was a shame too since Frey was next. She peeked to check what was causing the build-up and noticed how the student in front of her was trying to find something… hmm.. hmmm…. “Oh!” She exclaimed as she realized he was possibly looking for his wallet. Did he forget it?

“Hey, excuse me.” She tapped him on the shoulder and stepped in. “I can pay for you if you lost your wallet. We can talk about how we’ll settle it later– um, Miss. Just join our bills! I’ll have what he’s having, too.”

>get in line for lunch >reach for wallet >wallet is not there >panic

Kevin probably searched his pockets 10 times, hoping his wallet would appear. There were people behind him waiting. Shit. He should have just left the line but what if people looked at him like “Hey check out that loser who forgot his money.” But if he stayed in line, everyone would get pissed. He probably spent more time thinking about what to do then actually doing anything.

When someone behind him spoke and tapped on his shoulder (causing him to flinch), he was ready to be told to hurry the fuck up. Instead, he turned to see a girl with green hair offering to pay for him. Now he knew he looked pitiful.

“Y-you don’t have to do that..” People are still waiting. “...Thank you.” Kevin grabbed his slice of pizza and waited for the green-haired girl. “I can uh pay you back tomorrow.”

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Not My Hannah Montana || Kevin and Lanna

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Lanna usually didn’t mind helping others. She actually enjoyed helping. At least when it was about something she enjoyed like fishing or singing. But math? 

It wasn’t that she was bad at math, it was more like she found it rather tedious. So when the teacher assigned her as a tutor, she wasn’t exactly overjoyed. She was assigned to this kid who slept during most of the class. Kevin was it? 

I better get extra credit for this.

Lanna had waited until the end of class to talk to him. She figured she could do the tutor sessions during study hall. When the bell rang, she promptly met Kevin and stated her purpose. 

“Hello, I am Lanna, your tutor for Algebra. You’re welcome in advance, so let’s get started right away. What are you struggling with?” she stated. 

Fuck. Kevin knew that Lanna Elliot went to Harvest Academy. He didn’t know why someone famous would go to school here or why they would go to school at all..He didn’t care enough to think about it much.

Of course he had to fucking share not one but two classes with her. If Kevin actually payed attention in class he would be annoyed by how disruptive it is to have a celebrity there. Everyone was always talking to her and asking for autographs. At least it distracted the teachers so he could sleep.

All that sleeping wasn’t helping his grades. Not that it would make much of a difference if he stayed awake. He would fail either way. But he couldn’t fail too bad or he would be held back. That would mean another year in school.

After class, he was stopped by...Lanna Elliot. What did she want with him? Did he do something wrong? He avoided eye contact as she spoke, but desperately met her eyes when she finished.

Kevin wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of a tutor, but deep down he knew he needed one. Might as well get it over with. That’s what he thought before he found out his tutor was Lanna fucking Elliot. My tutor is a pop star. Great.

Kevin couldn’t deny he felt nervous. He was being tutored by a celebrity for fuck’s sake. What am I struggling with? “Let’s see....Everything.” This girl had her work cut out for her.

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Someone was in her spot.

At the same time every day, Clorica made her way to one of the largest trees on the campus for a nice shaded area to rest whenever she had the time. However, today was different. Someone had beat her to her usual spot and she wasn’t happy, though it was bound to happen at some point.

“It’s you.”

The fact that the spot stealer was Kevin didn’t make her feel any better than it being a stranger. It might as well have been one… They weren’t the best at holding a conversation, but that didn’t mean she was giving up her spot.

She plopped herself beside him and got comfortable.

“It’s been awhile.”

“Yeah...” Maybe she wanted to sit there? Kevin would have moved, but there was no point if she didn’t ask. Now she was sitting next to him. There’s no need to get anxious, she probably just wants to nap too. Okay, back to nap city.

...

“Are you asleep?” I can’t sleep with her next to me like this. If she was sleeping, he would just find somewhere else to nap.

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Shit where is it? Kevin rummaged through his bag, looking for his notebook. He became more frantic when he remembered what was in it. His writing and even worse: his thoughts. He had to find that fucking book. Where did he have it last? He was in history class last and-

Wait a fucking second. I see it. A girl walking by in the halls had it in her hand. And he recognized her. Kevin shared multiple classes with her and it would be really awkward if she read what was in that damn notebook.

Kevin jogged over to his classmate, “Uh, hey, um..that’s mine.” Kevin pointed at his notebook in her hold. Maybe she hadn’t looked inside it. Maybe he wouldn’t have to transfer schools.

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Kevin found the perfect place for a nap during a free period. A shady spot under a tree cushioned by that soft campus grass. As soon as his ass was on the grass and his back against the bark, he was on his way to snoozeville. That is, until someone approached.

He was partially relieved to see it was just Clorica, but after how their last conversation went...well, he hoped she wasn’t there to chat.

“Oh...hey, Clorica.”

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Watch Out! || Open

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Alice didn’t do things slowly, she was a very busy woman and she didn’t have all day, and if people got in the way.. Well, that was obviously their fault. She could hardly be expected to be looking where she was going all the time! Straight As didn’t come easy, you know. (Well, she’d pretend they did.)

The silver haired sophomore had been power walking down the corridor, on her way to lunch, when she suddenly collided with another person. Flinging herself onto the floor with a dramatic yelp (What?) Alice looked up at her careless attacker. 

“Watch where you’re going!” She said sharply as she pulled herself up onto her feet.

Kevin felt his stomach growl. Thank God it was lunch time. As he was headed for the cafeteria, some silver-haired girl came out of nowhere and ran into him.

“What the fuck.” Why was she on the ground? They barely touched. She reminded him of a soccer player. What was she gonna do? Sue him? ...She couldn't actually do that right? He recognized this girl. She was in Ancient World History Studies too. They’ve never talked before though. What a great first impression.

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