thedreamerrachel answered your question: A question for my followers:
Hm… That’s a fairly good question, Omri. I don’t know if I can supply an answer, unfortunately. I think you’d look striking either way, you’re a very attractive person at the end.
That doesn't answer my question though, Rachel. 'Hawk or baldy?
Involved: Omri Puckerman and Rachel Berry
Location: Dayton's school grounds, by the fountain
Time Frame: Monday, mid-afternoon
Notes: Note to everyone -- Trolols there's nothing M-rated going on in this para. Lily (the Rachel RPer) and I are used to doing our paras this way... and also, the other reason that it's under a read more is because the final word count is 1,032 :|
Omri Puckerman let out a long sigh as he laid back on his bed, tucking his hands behind his head. He was about to spend time with Rachel Berry. He knew that she wasn't the most popular girl -- or if you could even consider her popular at all. But he had fun talking to her over Tumblr and when she mentioned that she wasn’t very good at taking pictures, Omri had jumped on the chance to be able to teach her about the art of photography. He let out a sigh as he refreshed his dash again waiting to see Rachel’s response to what he had asked about where they could meet together. Sometimes Omri could be the most impatient person… a reason why he never went out fishing with his other two brothers on their frequent fishing trips.
He tapped his fingers on his jawbone and kept clenching and unclenching his teeth until he saw the red flag above the Tumblr logo signifying that there was a new post on his dash and let out a small whoop when he saw Rachel’s answer to his question. He slid off his bed and strode over to his closet. The boy glanced down at his t-shirt, pulling at the lower part of his shirt to see if there were any stains that would give him any embarrassing problems. And nope: his shirt was mustard and ketchup stain free! Nodding, he reached into his closet and pulled out his lucky leather jacket. Omri didn’t wear the jacket very often because he liked to keep it in good condition. It had been one of his grandfather’s jackets and it was one of the most cherished items that Omri possessed. Shrugging the jacket on, he turned around and glanced himself over at the mirror, giving himself one of the Puckerman trademark smirks. He grabbed his phone and keys from his dresser and after thumbing through his wallet, he figured that he could use a few extra bucks. His oldest twin brother, Puck, was at football practice, and his middle brother was who knew where. Omri had snatched money from his middle brother yesterday, so he figured that he should borrow some from Noah now. The burly boy crept into his oldest brother’s room glanced around, walked over to his brother’s sock drawer. He pushed aside the weed stash Puck kept for “rainy days”, and peeled a few bills from the wad of money that was there before palming the cash and stuffing it in his pocket.
Nodding to himself, he walked out of Puck’s room, making sure that everything was the way it was before he entered, before closing the door behind him with a click. He smiled widely and glanced one more time around the dormroom that the Puckerman triplets shared, making sure that he didn’t miss anything – which he did! The most important thing! Omri dashed back to his room, rooted through the clothes on the floor and searched for his cherished camera bag. With clean and dirty clothes thrown everywhere, he finally found his bag and checked that he had all the equipment that he needed, before he threw the bag strap over his shoulder and trooped to the door.
Once outside, he peered up at the sun with a smug smile and made his way over to the fountain. At least it was a beautiful day outside. It was perfect photographing weather: not a cloud in the sky and the sun was high and bright in the sun. Omri wasn’t sure what he would have done if the weather was cruddy that day. With a skip in his step, he made his way over to where he had agreed to meet Rachel. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and started to pace around the fountain, whistling a nameless song. After a few moments, he took a seat by the fountain and clasped his hands together. Hopefully she would show up quickly…
Suddenly he was brought out of his thoughts when the warm sun was suddenly blocked off and he heard someone loudly clear their throats behind him. He turned his head and saw two large men standing by him – Dayton’s two security guards. He gave them the trademarked Puckerman sneer. “Well hello gentlemen… what can I do you for?” He watched the two men grunt something about breaking into the Headmaster’s office and use the intercom in amusement. The bigger burlier of the two muttered something about finding enough evidence to accuse the youngest Puckerman triplet of breaking and entering. Omri rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself. Of course he had broken into the Headmaster’s office and used the intercom to announce a mock fire drill. But how did they have enough evidence to convict him of such crimes? The boy had made sure to cover all his tracks.
He shook his head and naturally, denied to the two men that he had anything to do with that. “You’ve got the wrong kid,” he drawled, turning away from the two men. Omri heard one of the men let out a small growl before they roughly jostled Omri’s shoulder and ordered that he was to follow them to the Headmaster’s office to receive the repercussion for his little prank. Omri pulled his shoulder out of the security guard’s grasp and glared at the two men for a few moments before letting his shoulders drop. The only thing that he could do really was go with the men and deny everything that they were to accuse him of. He bet that they didn't even have any concrete evidence anyway.
“Listen… alright, alright… I’ll go,” he muttered as he stood up and stuck his hands up, signifying that he gave up. The smaller of the guards tipped his head to the side and asked Omri to follow. With both security guards guiding him away, he glanced back at the fountain with a longing look on his face. What about Rachel? Surely she was going to show up any minute now… What would she think when she’d realize that he’d never shown up. Would she think that Omri had stood her up? Would Rachel give him another chance to be able to make this up to her? So many different questions rattled and bounced around in his brain. He cursed to himself, turned his head back around and kicked at the ground as he walked…
