A smirk crept on Bellamys face as the junior reacted to his name. It was subtle, of course, but nothing someone that had grown being starred at, by people that thought less of him because of his mother (or rather, his father) or social position, wouldn’t notice. It amused him, and sometime ago, it made him angry, so incredible angry his hands would close into fits and he would feel his jaw tense, preventing him to scream all the sorts of curses he knew. But when you live in a small town where everyone knows each other and is in constant need of a job to try to get a better life, screaming your thoughts is not an option. So he would shut up and after some time, Bellamy learned to ignore and above that, not to care about other peoples opinions. That was his main base to survive high school.
John Murphy, or Murph apparently, sat down across him on the table and repeated Bellamys question for himself before falling into silence, as if he was pondering about his needs and what had driven him to talk to the silent poor kid on the library. As he answered, Bellamy raised both of his eyebrows at him, arms crossed over his chest. Honestly, by this moment the senior was already waiting for some kinda joke, something that would fall into any websites’ description of Bullying but by the principal and teachers would be called a healthy, funny interaction between school colleagues, because really, for what other reason would a rich popular kid would be talking to him in first place?
When Murphy asked his question Bellamy sighed, clearly not impressed. As if this was the first time someone asked him about his unusual name. “Someone more original than the person that names their kid the second most common name in the USA” the senior replied. Bellamy licked his lips, looking around, searching for a group of juniors hidden somewhere, or someone with a camera, ready to…to do something. He turned back to face Murphy again. “Need my attention for anything else?” the man asked
It took him a moment to ract ( ANGER ) was the first thing he thought of but quickly realized that if it had been MBEGE or MILLER saying that -- he wouldn't have been so offended in the first place. And would probably have laughed it off. So while he didn't ( LAUGH ) per say, he did crack a smile ( or was it more of a SMIRK ). Rolling his shoulders back as he decided to get a little more comfortable -- just treat him like one of the guys and everything would turn out alright. His mother had always said never to let what others said affect what you do ( and then she'd gone and become an alcoholic just because she had a feeling that his father had cheated on her ) the irony was --- something else. But point being. There was no need to push the seniors face into the DESK ( quite yet ). Though if he was being ( perfectly ) honest, he wasn't sure he wanted to.
The guy in front of him didn't seem impressed ( at all ) by his presence here, he wasn't sure if THAT was more offensive or if the name comment had been. But it also was interesting to Murphy the lacrosse and football teams were basically the only way to make it out of this town ( the school wasn't exactly ranked high enough academically to help any of the kids get into colleges out of state and most couldn't afford to go in state without financial aid covering 99% of tuition anyway ). So when they were doing ( WELL ) and making it to ( STATE ) almost every year it was something to talk about. The lacrosse team basically ran the school this year because four of the guys on the team last year had made it out. John Murphy was determined to be one of the ones that made it out next year. But this senior seemed ( less than ) impressed with him in general.
" Parents that don't want their kid to get bullied at school tend to go with... what did you call them less ORIGINAL names. " he concluded with a small nod, arms crossing over his chest though ( he wouldn't have his father spoken about that way ). But his guy was trying to get RID of him. Murphy may not have been ( BARELY ) passing most of his classes at the moment, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew when people didn't want to talk anymore ( too bad he didn't really give a fuck what Bellamy Blake thought. If he wanted to talk to him the other should be happy to oblige. ( Though he was a little glad that he wasn't -- it made things strange, and Murphy wasn't sure why he was enjoying it so much ). He knew he probably shouldn't be enjoying it this much.
But --- he did know one thing, he wasn't going to get anything out of Bellamy Blake ( right now ) the guy for whatever reason was determined on getting back to his HISTORY book. So he did the right thing and took a step away from this. Getting up from where he'd sat Murphy adjusted his jacket, " My place, Friday, nine o'clock, everyone's going to be there. " ( well they didn't know it yet -- but getting a party together in three days wasn't HARD and his dad was going to be out of town anyway, it wasn't like he hadn't been planning on having at least Miller and Mbege over, now he was just going to add a few more names to the list ( though half the junior and senior classes probably didn't count as "a few" no wonder he was this close to failing math ). It also wasn't a question -- the tone of voice he'd used to say it was more of an I'll see you there than a I hope you can make it. " NOW that's everything. I'll leave you to your... studies . "
