LAYNE PENDERSON

Layne Penderson | Eighteen years old | Senior at Summit Academy | Former student of Rolling Hills Reform | If you like it, you better run. I'm no good.

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Donny reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled wad of cash. “I have...one dollar.” 

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ryannsteel:

“Ewwwws. Coffee sucks!”

“It doesn’t suck if you add a crap ton of sugar to it.”

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ryannsteel:

“I just want to drink. I’ll be fine.”

“Drink some coffee, then.”

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meaghanxmanson:

“For someone said they were going to be invisible you’re making yourself quite noticed,” She challenged. “But my birthday is in three days and people are making my life complicated.”

“I said I’d be invisible but your anger is making me distracted.” Layne retorted. “You should be celebrating and eating cake, birthdays are great.” He said with a grin, reaching into his backpack. “Ah.” He said, pulling an object out. “Want a poptart?”

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meaghanxmanson:

“I would prefer if you didn’t, but I”m not going ot stop you.”

“Well you’re not very talkative.” Layne teased, making a face. “What’s making your life hell?”

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havochana:

“Obviously I’ve tried her computer, but hacking isn’t exactly my speciality.” she commented, waking the screen of the desktop computer up once more. The blank password box blinked tauntingly at her. Her gaze turned back to Layne. “You wouldn’t happen to be some kind of computer whiz, would you?” she asked with a hint of hope in her voice. 

“Nah, I don’t know how to hack into computers.” He said, stepping in front of the desktop and sitting down in the chair. “But Mrs. Redman...I can probably figure it out.” Layne said, looking around the desk. He saw a picture of a cat with a nametag, picking it up and holding it close. “Does that say ‘Marshmallow’?” he asked, handing Hana the picture.

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meaghanxmanson:

“They’re in the staff meeting, he won’t be back for fifteen minutes.” She said looking back down at her book before closing it.

“Alright.” He said, sitting down at one of the desks. “Do you mind if I sit and wait here? I promise I won’t pester you with questions.”

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meaghanxmanson:

“Well I have permission to be here.” She says looking up from her sketch book. “Did you need something?”

“Did you call the classroom police to get the proper permissions?” Layne teased, an eyebrow raising. “I was just looking for the teacher who usually occupies this room. I have a question over the assignment.”

[wndybyrd]

“You seriously didn’t see that kid get tripped in the cafeteria today? Oh my god it was hilarious.”

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“I was too busy watching him throw a bowl of Macaroni and Cheese onto Miss Dantz to watch him trip.”

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Ryann put her head down on the others shoulder. “I don’t think I’m drunk enough.” she slurred as she looked up. “I just need more.”

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“Nooope, you’ve had too much.” Layne closed the bottle, putting it on the ground. “I’m fine with getting drunk with you, but I will not let you pass out and get alcohol poisoning.”

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“Technically I’m not really allowed to offer you extra credit but I could add onto test grades to get around it. How many point is it?”

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“It’s enough to get my Othello essay from a B- to an A.”

[meaghanxmanson]

“If I wanted company I would have left the door open.” She said continuing to draw on the blank page of the black book.

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“The door kinda was open. I don’t usually open random doors to rooms with grumpy people inside. It doesn’t do the soul any good.” Layne said, standing in the doorway of the empty classroom.

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havochana:

She nodded, turning back to the stacks of assignments once more. Before she had even looked through half of the papers, the other had already found something. Hana peeled her eyes away from her own stack to look at the test he had found. “Well, don’t you work fast.” she muttered, a bit jealous he had found something before her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she wondered if Layne would be of more help than she had anticipated. But she couldn’t help rolling her eyes at his question. “That’s the issue, dear. I need to find proof. It’s not like I can just walk into the principal’s office with simply my own intuition to back me up.” 

“It was next in your pile of things to look at. It could’ve easily been you who found this.” Layne shrugged, walking to the other side of the desk and opening a drawer. “Have you tried opening the computer? There could be emails to use as leverage...” He mused, flipping neatly through the pages. He had done his fair share of snooping over the years, and he took pride in leaving things the way they were when he left. “If we can find something to blackmail either this douche or the bitch teacher, then it won’t be hard to get an answer out of them.”

[fvckandie]

“You actually pay attention? I think I get enough of it at home that I just don’t pay attention in church.” 

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“I don’t spend every day with your old man, I pay attention sometimes. It’s pretty interesting when he talks about some biblical stuff.”

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havochana:

“Obviously they’re a dumbass if they need to bribe a teacher into giving them good grades.” Hana scoffed in response. Easily jealous, the brunette was not going to let the little rat get away with beating her average in the class. “Drew O’Riley. Y’know, tall, skinny, reeks of failure.” she replied instantly. 

“So we look for his tests...” he said, looking at the names. He found a test with the kid’s name on it, putting it underneath his arm. “Looks like he’s in her class during fourth period.” He said, reaching for another folder that had the fourth period assignments in it. “How exactly are you going to prove this?”

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havochana:

Already regretting requesting his assistance, Hana didn’t respond for a few seconds. She continued to search through the piles of paper that had been neatly lined up along the desk before the brunette had made a mess of it. “Proof that Mrs. Redman is a bitch.” she murmured under her breath. “I’m positive someone has been paying her to get better grades. I wouldn’t be bothered, except this particular person now has a higher grade than I do which is just not acceptable.” Hana liked to be the best at everything, especially when it came to academics. 

“Well Mrs. Redman is a bitch. So we looking for checks or something? Proof that this person is an actual dumbass?” Layne picked up a pile of papers, flipping through the assignments. “What’s this person’s name?”

[fvckandie]

“Would you? It’s fun with you there. I don’t have to awkwardly sit by myself and stare off into space.” 

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“Yeah of course. If it would make you feel better I would. Besides, your dad is a good preacher.”