Ditching Class and it Feels so Good (Brandon)

[Hayden Nicole Jackson]

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Melody looked around the courtyard as she walked over to her favorite picnic table. The yard was empty, which didn't surprise her considering everyone was suppose to be in class. She shrugged to herself as she reached her picnic table, well hers and her friends picnic table. She threw her bag on the top of the table before she stepped onto the bench and sat down on the table top herself. She reached for her bag and pulled out her phone.

She knew that if her aunt and uncle found out that she was ditching class, she would most likely get a lecture and grounded, but she didn't care. They hadn't found out when she had ditched before. Besides, school was boring. They did the same things over and over again. If she didn't know it by now, chances are that she wouldn't know it later. What did her aunt and uncle care anyways? She was still passing with A's and B's anyhow.

She sighed as she looked up to the sun, thankful that she had remembered to put on her sunglasses before she left the school building. She looked down at her outfit. She was wearing her favorite jeans that hugged her legs in all the right places and her polka dot top that showed off just enough of her toned stomach and chest to be considered a tease. The jacket she wore was her favorite vintage cropped leather jacket, which as the sun beat down on her, she was regretting wearing. She sighed and pulled it off her shoulders, setting it next to her on the bench as she sighed in relief when the light breeze hit her shoulders. 'So much better,' She thought to herself.

She reached towards her phone and picked it up. She turned on her music, not bothering with headphones, just letting it play. She really didn't care if the teachers or anyone heard it. It wouldn't be the first time she got caught ditching and it most likely wouldn't be the last. If she got caught again, she could always bribe her way out if it. That always seemed to work. After all, money speaks to people.

After a few minutes, she leaned back against the table and used her jacket as a make shift pillow. She reached beside her, placing her phone next to her head as she closed her eyes as she both absorbed the music and just rested her eyes from the lack of sleep she had gotten this week.

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Word Count: 432
Outfit: CLICK

[BRANDON RICHARD STEELE]

HER BONE STRUCTURE SCREAMS TOUCH HER, TOUCH HER

Brandon’s typical day was busy; it started with some boring-ass classes that he managed to pass with both cheating and surprisingly, average ability to memorize facts. He didn’t strut about saying he was a smart person or anything, but he definitely had a steel trap of a memory, just as long as it didn’t involve remembering names. Sports statistics were also something he could go on for hours about, but that was more acceptable in his view than science or math things. The next thing he’d do was go to some sort of sports practice, whether it be lacrosse or football, and then the rest of the night depended on the day of the week. TV and beer was about it on the weeknights, but Friday to Sunday night were fun-packed with a lot of partying. He didn’t know how he made it out of bed some mornings, because there were nights that he went out despite there being school, but he managed.

To start the day off he had one of his favorite classes, English, which happened to have his uncle as his teacher. He could get away with just about anything in that class, but at the same time sometimes Mr. Summers, or Uncle X-factor as he liked to call him, would take food away, just to spite him. He’d always get it back though, whether Uncle X decided to let him have it back or not. This happened with his favorite kind of sandwich that he managed to smuggle in, and just as he was about to take a bite out of it, he saw that hand reach out for it, he gave in pretty quickly and glared at his Uncle as he walked away. About fifteen minutes later he decided he was bored, so he walked up during a working point and asked for the bathroom pass, making it pretty clear that he wasn’t returning. After he obtained it he waited for his uncle to turn around for him to grab his sandwich back, a little roar of laughter echoing behind him as he pretty much bolted out.

He took the bite out of his sandwich finally, heading out to the courtyard where he was sure no one would be, at least not for a while. He slowed down when he heard music coming from outside the doors and raised an eyebrow, grinning widely. “What the fuck?” He muttered, a little chuckle in between his words being quite evident. He ran his fingers through his hair as he took another bite, swallowing and wiping his mouth with his hoodie’s sleeve. It was actually Aiden’s jacket that he was wearing, and he could only imagine him yelling at him later for getting mayonnaise on it. It didn’t faze him though, he got yelled at all the time, and he’d just laugh. Upon walking out the double doors he noticed a familiar figure, a girl he’d been pursuing lately, and had even decided to take it a step further with.

Brandon normally didn’t date people unless it was necessary, and mostly everyone knew that by now, but not this little fine thing. She was the new girl, and despite her evident wits – which if she didn’t have, he wouldn’t try—she didn’t know his game, and he was glad of that. Plus, there was a potential factor of it actually working out, but Brandon didn’t pay any mind to that possibility. He had one goal and one goal only, and that was to get her in between the sheets. He grinned and sat next to her, careful not to be too close. “Hey, babe. Haven’t seen much of you, lately. I’ve been meaning to ask you about something, got a minute?” He asked, a charming smile taking place on his face. “You know, as long as you’re not too busy sitting all by yourself, in the middle of class time…” He teased, grinning widely.





word count; 656
tagged; melody/ashleys.
notes; sorry for the wait!
music; when i get home, you're so dead - mayday parade.
credit; didn't make the picture.

[Hayden Nicole Jackson]

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Melody had been in the middle of listening to "Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas, which secretly was one of her favorite songs although she would never admit to it to anyone. People knew a lot about her already, but music was the one thing that she kept to herself, as weird as that sounded. She heard footsteps approach her and she listened as the person sat down on the bench a little ways down. She opened her eyes slightly, peeking to see who it was, though her sunglasses covered it up so the person wouldn’t be able to tell. She pretended that she didn't know anyone had joined her.

When he finally spoke, she sat up slightly and pushed her sunglasses away from her eyes as she looked at Brandon, seeming like it was the first time she noticed that he was there. She smiled lightly and laid back down, pushing her glasses back over her eyes. "Hey handsome," She replied to his greeting as she shrugged. "And I have been around. You know, here and there."

When he asked her if she had a minute, she sat up fully as she reached over and picked up her IPod. She looked at him and shrugged again. "I guess, for you, I can clear a minute in my busy schedule," She told him as she paused the song. "Although, you are interrupting my music listening time, which in some places is a crime punishable by law."

She looked at him when he said that he had something to ask as long as she wasn’t busy sitting alone during class time. She gave a little smile. “You know, I was really busy doing that. It might be hard to give you a minute. There are so many songs to listen to and so little time to do so. And my time is really precious.”

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Word Count: 318
Tag: Brandon/Allie
Outfit: CLICK

[BRANDON RICHARD STEELE]

HER BONE STRUCTURE SCREAMS TOUCH HER, TOUCH HER

Brandon prided himself in a number of things, his attractive appearance being number one, followed by his athletic capabilities and charm with the ladies. Of course, not all the women in school believed him to be charming, but that was their loss, not his. He smirked lightly at her, his eyes scanning up and down the girl’s bodily features. She really was a keeper; that much he knew. Then again, a keeper in the vocabulary of Brandon Steele meant date them for a month and get into their pants as much as possible. He ran his fingers through his short, blondish brown hair before scooting over closer, leaning in with what seemed like a genuine smile on his face. “I get you.” He said, grinning wider at the thought. He was glad to know she wasn’t a clinging type, which would make his mission one hell of a lot harder. There was nothing he hated more than a clinger – and god knows he wouldn’t be able to wait out sleeping with one.

“Is this place one of them?” He asked with a big smirk, putting his hand on her upper leg and planting a little kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for your time, Ma’dam… you won’t be disappointed. At least, I fucking hope not,” He joked, tilting his head to the right as his grin widened noticeably. He took a last breath before applying to give his freedom up and sat back up, leaning back on the bench. “So, we’ve been seeing each other quite a bit lately… do you want to make this official?” He asked, raising both of his eyebrows and leaning towards her again. “You won’t regret it,” He added a little bit arrogantly, but he didn’t see it as such. He twirled a little strand of her beautiful hair on one of his fingers, grinning that mischievous smile her way.


word count; 315
tagged; melody/ashleys.
notes; sorry for the wait!
music; when i get home, you're so dead - mayday parade.
credit; didn't make the picture.

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[Hayden Nicole Jackson]

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Melody looked at him, removing her sunglasses fully from her eyes, placing them on her jacket that was laying on the table, as she studied him for a minute, watching him as he moved closer to her. She thought for a moment before shaking her head. "You are safe, for now. I haven't yet gotten the courts to make that an actual law here yet. Just be carefully in the future," She said with a small smile.

She rolled her eyes as he placed his hand on her upper leg and kissed her cheek as he called her madam and thanked her for her time. Ma'dam? She didn't think she had ever been called a ma'dam before. She smiled lightly as she shook her head gently at his try at a joke.

She watched him as he sat back down on the bench in front of her, breathing deeply. She waited patiently until he spoke. She looked at her for a moment in shock when he asked if she wanted to make it official between them. She might not have been in this school for long, but she had heard rumors, mostly from his step sister Lizzie. She knew that he didn't really do relationships. For him it was what seemed like an endless string of one night stands and friends with benefits.

Melody thought for a few minutes as she studied him as a mischievous smile played on his lips. She looked at him for a minute and shrugged. "Well, you are pretty handsome," She told him playfully. "So I guess for you, I can make an exception of living the single life." She looked at him and smiled again. "And I won't regret it, huh? What makes you so sure about that?" She looked at him skeptically for a moment.


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Tag: Brandon/Allie
Outfit: CLICK
Notes: That is okay

[BRANDON RICHARD STEELE]

HER BONE STRUCTURE SCREAMS TOUCH HER, TOUCH HER

“I’m honored.” Brandon bowed his head and smirked her way, flashing his eyes towards the taunting sun. He regretted this decision upon the glare that followed him wherever he looked, taunting him for the next full minute. He rubbed his eye and made a face, obviously bothered by the green patch of splotch that misguided his eyesight. He shook it off and looked back at her once again, slyly standing up and moving to the spot right next to her, his arm slipping around her tiny, but fit shoulders. There were a lot of girls that he’d dated with bony like bodies all the way around, and he frankly didn’t care much for them. He liked a lean girl with some curvy meat, of course, only to a certain degree, and Melody was smack perfect in that definition, making it a lot easier for him to want to date her.

Brandon raised his eyebrows and brought her closer, kissing her cheek, “Well, babe… I’m a total hottie,” He said in a joking manner, but he knew he was, you just don’t say something like that though. As arrogant as he was, even he knew that saying that in anything BUT a joking tone was a no-no on just about every social level. “I know how to treat a girl,” he added, continuing his list, despite the reality of the situation. “and I’m spontaneous. Isn’t that what all those dating magazines say a guy needs to be?” He asked, joking once again and this time kissing her dead on the lips, only for a second, and pulling away. He looked into her eyes and smiled with both his mouth and his eyes, letting her know that he was a safe bet. “By the way… if Lizzie tells you anything otherwise, know that she’s my step sister and she hates me.” He told her, chuckling after. “For dumb reasons,” he added quickly after that, not wanting to make Melody question why. To be honest, he didn’t even really know why his step sister hated him so much, but he did know that his face ‘pisses her off’, which was what she always said.


word count; 315
tagged; melody/ashleys.
notes; sorry for the wait!
music; when i get home, you're so dead - mayday parade.
credit; didn't make the picture.

[Hayden Nicole Jackson]

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"You should feel honored," Melody told him as she smiled at him lightly. "I take my single status very seriously and never give up the single life for just anyone. You must be really special to make me." She watched him as he looked into the sun and couldn't help but laugh lightly when he made a face afterwards, rubbing his eyes. "I think that is why someone made sunglasses. They tend to reduce the brightness of the sun."

She couldn't help but nod as he said that he was a hottie. If anyone else had said that, even jokingly, it would seem cocky. Anyone that knew Brandon knew that, that was just him and cockiness was just in his nature. You either accepted it or you got over it. "That is one fact that I simply can't argue with. In fact, I think that anyone with eyes can tell that you are a hottie." She shrugged at his questions about the dating magazines. "I have never read a dating magazine in my life so I really wouldn't have a clue. I stuck more to the fashion catalogues my mom left strewn around the apartment all the time. So I will just agree with you that, that is, in fact, what they say." She smiled at him when he pulled away from the, albeit short, kiss.

She looked at him for a moment before laughing. "If Lizzie tells me anything?" She asked him. "What makes you so sure that she hasn't told me everything about you already? For all you know, she could have given me your whole life story, or what she knows about it, by now. Although, I tend to remember any conversation we have regarding you always starts with the fact that, for some reason, your face pisses her off. She just never actually tells me why though."


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Word Count: 313
Tag: Brandon/Allie
Outfit: CLICK
Notes: That is okay

[BRANDON RICHARD STEELE]

HER BONE STRUCTURE SCREAMS TOUCH HER, TOUCH HER

Brandon could almost sense some kind of bad ending to this, as silly as it sounded, but the more she let him know about her dating procedures the better he felt about the situation. Of course, there was no remorse in this relief, it was solely on his selfish gratitude towards not having a “clinger.” If she wasn’t the type to do relationships, she wouldn’t be the type to make them unbearable, right? That’s what he assumed for now and grinned, nodding in agreement with her before adding his own little bit of information. “I know exactly where you’re coming from… so it’ll make this all the more easier.” He said, a completely innocent statement, unless you knew the alternate meaning of it and that it was definitely what the conceited quarterback meant.
His eyes opened wider and he couldn’t help but laugh at her theory of if Lizzie had told her his ‘whole life story.’ He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “if she did, she made it up ‘cus sweetie… she’s lived with me for a week.” He said in his sweet, albeit arrogant tone and pecked her on the lips once more, not really being able to get enough of it. The bell rang and his ears perked up, warning them that they only had a couple of minutes left as far as their freedom went. He pulled her into a hug, not ready to depart yet, and he laughed at what she said. “Yeah, I know.” He grimaced as he responded, shrugging his shoulders pretty high. “I don’t get it either… I mean, come on, my face pisses her off?” He asked rhetorically and shook his head. “But anyways… you should probably head to your next class. Teachers will be scannin’ around soon, new girl. I’ll get your number from Liz.” He said with a smirk, kissing her cheek before standing and waving her goodbye as he walked away.



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tagged; melody/ashleys.
notes; tell me when you've read it, so i can move it haha [;
music; when i get home, you're so dead - mayday parade.
credit; didn't make the picture.