[ DUMB IN A SHOT GLASS. ] -- noelle

[kiernanrobinson]

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you better cut your losses now buddy
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THE QUEEN'S JUST ANOTHER PAWN WITH A BUNCH OF FANCY MOVES

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Kiernan whistled merrily as he strolled through the halls of Murphy’s Academy. He was in an extraordinarily good mood, despite all those who apparently weren’t and were trying to make everyone else miserable during the process of the day. Like his film concepts teacher for one. The man just seemed determined to bring everyone’s mood down the level of the weather -- all gray and morose. In Kiernan’s case, it was in the form of a bad grade on his conceptual project. True, the project didn’t count for much in the grand scheme of things (at least where grades were concerned) but it was a point of pride for him. In his opinion, his concept had been a pretty damn good one. I mean, a hobo superhero is pretty kick ass. Then again, a lot of things that Kiernan rather liked seemed to be less than impressive to other people. Really, though, he just didn’t give a flying fuck about what other people thought. Well, most of them. But that was an issue that Kiernan refused to acknowledge even inside his own brain. Which was the case with quite a few things actually, not that he’d ever admit to being so passive-aggressive when it came to his ‘issues.’ Nah, he was way to proactive for that…wasn’t he? In any case, he was most definitely not going to let anyone ruin his good mood.

By the time he entered the school’s cafeteria, there was a certain kind of swagger to his to step. With the confidence Kiernan was exuding, you would think he was in the mindset that the world was his oyster. And he was, for the most part. Which was quite normal for him. His mindset was usually one of utter confidence -- unfortunately misconstrued as cockiness three-quarters of the time. Sigh. There were a few people at this school that just didn’t understand him. It was probably because of Gideon. Aksdjfhsdjkfh. Kiernan cut off that train of thought before it could go any further. He did not want to think about his cousin today. Indeed, he didn’t want to think about his cousin for the rest of his life but that could hardly be helped since they were related and their families on mostly okay terms. Running a hand through his unruly brown locks, the eleventh year looked around the school cafeteria with a half-smile on his face. The smells wafting from the food line made his stomach growl in hunger. Might as well start there, he thought. He could figure out where to sit later. Stepping into one of the multiple lines zigzagging through the back of the large room, his light blue eyes scanned the variety of choices.

After piling a tray high with food, not all the healthiest of choices admittedly, he moved towards one of the drink stands. There was a little bit of a line, so he paused just at the edge of the long metal counter. As he waited, Kiernan absently began to play with the food on his tray. Soon, the silverware became a part of the act as well. Before he knew it, he began a fork-and-knife rendition of the drum part of one of his favorite songs. Of course, the eighteen year old failed to realized that he was creating quite a noisy ruckus. Even if he had, he was used to drawing attention to himself and wouldn’t have care d a whit. In a wild flourish for the finale, he swung his arm high. Unfortunately, the hand that was holding the fork was attached to that arm and the fork decided that, instead of being beaten on the plastic tray, it would fly from his grip. It’s landing spot? The ground, where it would hopefully be replaced for a clean one or (worst case scenario) neglected for a couple of hours. Like with all things, however, there was a little miscommunication with the aspired landing spot. For, in it’s course to the linoleum covered flooring, the silver fork bounced off a head of full brown hair.

“Whoa, watch out,” Kiernan said belatedly. He led out a low whistle as he realized that the cutlery had actually collided with someone’s head. A chick’s, by the look of it. Oh, God, this would not be pretty. “Uh, sorry?” He said uncertainly to the back of the girl’s head.

[noelle cecilia delacroix]

Noelle chattered quietly among her small circle of friends that had left their table to accompany her as she got her lunch from the aisle of food. None of the girls at Murphy Academy ate too much for lunch, it was really the boys that packed their trays up as high as they would go. This theory proved true as Noelle and her small group picked a fruit or two, a yogurt of their choice, and if they were feeling overly confident, a small helping of the school's main entree. One of the many perks of attending a school like Murphy Academy where most of the students were privileged was that their parents were usually quite happy to argue for the benefit of their child. Luckily, this meant that this school had some of the best selection for meals that you could imagine.

For her own lunch, Noelle selected a small bowl of sliced banana's and strawberries, a peach yogurt, and a side of low-fat granola that she would later add in. This school had a wide variety of food choices to accommodate the preferences of the students. They had a selection for the already skinny girl that thought she needed to be thinner, something for the carnivores, something for the herbivores, and even some choices for the vegans that trumped around school in their organic cotton t-shirts sporting the logo for some charity or benefit cause. Noelle and her small group of girls talked quietly, each one in close proximity to each other. This created an elite feel, a stronger one than the girls already held. Those not in this tight circle were not meant to here whatever scandalous details were being discussed within the circle. At least, that is what it looked like to an outsider. Instead, what they were really discussing was far less interesting.

Well, of course, Ralph Lauren's newest line for this season is always interesting, especially when Noelle discussed what celebrities were expected to attend and what the give-away packages were rumored to hold. Noelle's father worked closely with many organizations that gave away elite prizes, and often donated some of Sony's hottest and most exclusive electronics. This always landed Noelle with a front-row seat to the hottest fashion shows. Most of the time, she could arrange tickets for a few more people if she desired. Suddenly, Noelle's conversation about what product her father would be releasing early to be placed in the thank you gifts at the show was interrupted when a hard object came hurling down towards her skull, slammed against it, and then clattered towards the ground. Noelle's friends became silent. Out of the corner of her eye, Noelle spotted silver prongs coming out of one end of the utensil. A fork. Honestly, a fork?

Before, Noelle had picked up the annoying sound waves that Kiernan Robinson insisted on emitting to her ear drums, and had already established that he was behind her. Raising a brow slightly, Noelle turned slowly on her heel just as the boy was giving his half-assed apology. Noelle's signature sickly-sweet smile was painted across her lush, soft lips as she turned to face Kiernan. The cafeteria seemed to have hushed a bit while they awaited the response of the girl. Slowly and gently peeling back the plastic lid of her peach yogurt, Noelle applied pressure to the sides of the weak plastic container, squeezing it's contents onto the messy-haired head of the boy Noelle had grown to despise.

"No, I'm sorry."

Noelle said matter-of-factly, ignoring the small whoops and ooohhs that were emitted from the crowd. She hadn't done that for anyone else's enjoyment besides her own. Hell, Kiernan was lucky she wasn't too angry, and that that fork hadn't stabbed her in the head. She might even not send a picture of his dick(well, who would know it's not his?) to every girl at Murphy Academy. Placing the near-empty cup of yogurt back onto her tray and placing the tray on the granite counter beside her, Noelle propped a slender arm up on her hip as she continued to smile sweetly at Kiernan and awaited a response.

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[kiernanrobinson]

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you better cut your losses now buddy
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Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he watched what could be termed as his arch-nemesis turn around, peel away the lid to her yogurt, and then promptly pour the contents of the yogurt cup on his head. Had the boy been sensitive enough to foresee such an event occurring, no doubt he would have stopped it. Or at least side-stepped it as much as he could to avoid the resulting sticky goop from getting in his hair. As the disgustingly cold yogurt slid down his neck and face, Kiernan tried to keep calm. Concentrating on keeping his breathing even, the boy closed his eyes. He would not get angry, he would not get angry. Well, it was kind of too late for that. But he could, at the very least, keep himself from exploding. Kiernan knew everyone in the cafeteria was watching them and he, for one, didn't want the event to end up on that burn blog Gossip Girl or whatever by making more out of it than it was. He was already going to be on the receiving end of more than a few jokes after this.

Slowly opening his eyes, Kiernan returned Noelle's smile with one of his own. "Thanks, Nell," he said, knowing the use of the familiarity would either provoke the bitch or piss her off enough that she'd walk away. Kiernan kind of hoped it was the former. "I've always wanted to know what," flicking a fingertip over his forehead, he liked the pale orange goop off of it. "Peach, is it? Yes, what peach yogurt tastes like. Thanks to you, that mystery has been solved." Kier couldn't help the little note of sarcasm that creeped up on the false enthusiasm he was trying to maintain in the hopes of irking Noelle. He wasn't sure how the two of them had come to loathe each other as much as they did. Frankly, he didn't really care. She probably held onto some misbegotten notion that he was an asshole and used it to soothe herself whenever he didn't pay attention to her. How else could you explain her constant need to argue with him in some fashion or another? It was a crutch of the bitter and the insecure, in Kiernan's opinion. After all, there always seemed to be an audience.

He spied the offending utensil lying on the floor near the bitch's shoe and bent to pick it up. Holding it close to her face, he smirked. "Thanks for catching it," he pounded her back hard with his fist in less-than-a-friendly manner. His southern Texan accent was becoming more and more distinct in his voice. "You're a real sport, you know that, Nell?" Dropping the metal fork heavily onto his tray so that it emitted a loud clatter as it landed, he grabbed one of the few napkins he'd managed to tuck in there among the food. Wiping futilely at the the peachy mess all over his head and shoulders now, he glared down at the hamburger on his tray -- the sesame seed bun no longer appetizing with droplets of yogurt on it. It had been the last one to be served too. Great. Just fucking great.

[noelle cecilia delacroix]

Noelle's smile slipped from her face as she awaited Kiernan's reaction to the unkind act Noelle had just preformed. The distinct sound of camera phones clicking in the distance gave Noelle a sneaky feeling that this serving from Noelle to Kier would most likely appear in Gossip Girl's latest shout out. It was the least that Noelle could do; provide the girl with some harmless fun to report on instead of having to make up devastating lies about others. Thank goodness Noelle had learned to disregard any serious accusations made by the girl, for anyone was allowed to submit information to her, much like Wikipedia. There was a reason teachers didn't allow you to use that as a source for your Work Cited page. Just as it wasn't a liable source to use in the hostile takedown of an enemy. That is, of course, unless there is photographic evidence.

Noelle's composure remained cool as Kiernan struggled to not show his anger, and then used a rather uncommon nickname for her, Nell. Noelle had learned long ago how to not let a thing that came out of Kiernan's mouth irk her, for that seemed to be his goal. The girl would be perfectly fine with him if he kept a ten foot barrier from her at all times. But since that wasn't going to happen any time soon, conflict was only natural. Raising her brows and nodding curtly as Kiernan thanked her, the ends of Noelle's lips flicked upwards for a moment in the slightest hint of a smirk. Then, the boy bent down to retrieve the near-deadly utensil, and Noelle resisted the urge to knee the boy in the stomach or something while he was down. It wasn't that he particularly deserved it(he would be getting enough torment for this without getting physically beat up by a girl on top of it), it was just such a magnificent opportunity.

It was a damn good thing that boy's eyes stayed locked on their target, for if she even thought they flicked upward for even a millisecond, he would be clutching his family jewels and crawling off to the men's lavatory. However, Noelle had learned on their first encounter that no pervy move was really off limits to the boy. Noelle had a sneaky feeling he knew he'd be barking up the wrong tree. Kiernan continued to try and throw off her composure, but Noelle could not be phased, no matter what degrading names he would decide to throw her way. When he even touched her somewhat forcefully and knocked the 95 lb girl slightly off balance, Noelle simply placed her blue pump behind her gracefully to steady herself. Physical contact was a no-go. Noelle refused to react, however, and simply nodded and said,

"Oh, my pleasure. You have a fabulous rest of your day, Robinson."

Turning on her heels and opening her back up to her opponent, Noelle also opened up the possibility of more conflict. Noelle's brown eyes met with a few of her friend's, all of which had returned to a quiet conversation so they would not look like they were observing the entire scene, like most of the cafeteria had done by now.

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