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Post by Duke Tatum on Apr 9, 2006 23:35:53 GMT -5
There was nothing about that morning to predict that Duke would end up completely ahead of his usual, subconscious schedule. It was quite simple: wake up, shower, eat breakfast, get in the car, go to school- practice ten minutes before the team got there, practice with the team, shower in the locker rooms, get to class. This particular morning, however, something was different. He must have done something much quicker than usual, as he found himself in the Senior parking lot ten minutes before he should have been.
Crossing the cool tarmac, Duke's feeble eyes fell upon the school's entrance- much like a missile's locking of its target. He wore his soccer uniform, socks pulled up over his shinguards and matching with the crimson and white clothing. Duke had a sports bag slung limply over his shoulder, yet this did not stop him from holding his posture of pure machismo. Shoulders back, he crossed into the entrance and decided he did not feel like starting early.
Duke plopped the bag down by one of the benches and sat down, his eyes reflecting the emotions eating away at his energy. He heaved a sigh, scratching at the back of his neck. This was long before, however, he would realize that there was someone sitting not too far next to him. Someone he would have never expected to be there- especially at such an early time.
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Post by Nicolette 'Nick' Jonas on Apr 10, 2006 0:11:12 GMT -5
Nick lounged there on the bench. With her legs sprawled down it. Tossing a soccer ball with in her hands. She was up here early just because she had been playing some soccer before, in the field. She loved that sport but, They wouldn’t approve. By them she meant the other girls she hung out with. She never was truly with them. She was nothing like she was suppose to be, part of her was still at the theater. But that was her old self. That what her parent hated about her. How she like theater, but did they know she was so close of getting accepted into Julliard, know her parents hat wouldn’t even know what that was.
But that was all okay, because she like the new her o so that what she tell her self. She didn’t dress like the rest of the other girl she hung out with, she dressed different. She wore jeans and a seat belt as a belt. She wore just a regular tee-shirt. Tossing the ball she over threw it and it anf landing behind her “ Geez what the hell is up with me today?!” she said as she sat up and place her feet upon the floor and stood up. She went to got pick up the ball then realized who was sitting there. Duke , man he was a hottie and her could play soccer. She stood there. Making sure it was him. Before saying “ hey Duke what’s up?” She said as she stepped over the soccer ball,so it was between her feet.
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Post by Duke Tatum on Apr 10, 2006 10:15:49 GMT -5
The brown-topped soccer player arched an eyebrow at Nicolette as she playfully tossed a soccer ball around. She looked particularly casual for one of the hotties- Duke always thought she stood out and that made her all the more interesting. Something like a challenge for him. Seeing her with the soccer ball in her hands, and with good coordination, might he add, just made her all the more intriguing for him.
"You play?" He quickly questioned, somewhat interrupting the words that had come from her own lips. Duke eyed the ball in his own hands- it was one of a kind. Where the black spaces on a regular soccer ball would be, Duke's had red hexagons, each with his initials painted in white. His parents had a lot of money, many would whisper. What these whisperers wouldn't know, however, was that Duke could care less about opulence. It made life easier, certainly, but it didn't make him happy.
He clutched his soccer ball in his hands, spinning it idly with his thumbs while lightly securing it with his remaining fingers. The hazel orbs seemed particularly active, jumping around the entrance and then returning to somewhat observe Nicolette.
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Post by Nicolette 'Nick' Jonas on Apr 10, 2006 11:25:35 GMT -5
Nick was cut off by a question her asked. “you play?”. She hesitated before answering. She did play the sport but not for a team or anything “mhm” she said with a slight nod. A small smile played across her lips. He was such a pleasure to be around. But everyone like him. He was like bait and the girl were fish, they keep biting but he was reeling in.
She was set apart from the rest of the hotties, She listen to different music, wore different clothes she acted different. But was this the reason they like her so much, a change, is what they need, to spice up their lives. God only knows. “ Nice Ball.” She said slightly passing the ball from foot to foot. The Tatum’s did have money, and a lot of it. And that ball was a sign of it. “ what you doing out so early?” She questioned.
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Post by Duke Tatum on Apr 10, 2006 11:42:13 GMT -5
Duke smirked at the innocence in her voice, a smirk that didn't usually slap him in the face so suddenly. He flashed a bit of his pearly smile, before returning to an amused expression and nodding with approval. "Cool. Not a lot of you girls do." He replied with a look of acceptance, running a hand of fingers across his buzzed haircut. Duke tended to disregard the fact that he recognized virtually every face he passed- that is, he knew he was popular, he just didn't acknowledge it very much.
Upholding his reputation came easily for him, considering there was usually nothing in the way of that. At this thought, one corner of his lips pulled back some to form a contemplative expression. "Nice Ball"
Duke furrowed his eyebrows and glanced over at Nicolette, waiting for her to burst out laughing as though it was some sort of pun. When he realized she was actually addressing the soccer ball in his hands, he exhaled a chuckle and nodded. "Thanks." Once again, he wasn't one to talk about his wealth much.
"Well, I'm here around this time every morning. I practice a few things before the team gets here, and then we have morning practice." He explained, shrugging. "What about you?" He said, standing and starting to slowly roll the ball between his feet.
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Post by Nicolette 'Nick' Jonas on Apr 10, 2006 13:03:23 GMT -5
“Yea.” She said to the comment about, not to many girls play soccer which was true. When she told him she had a nice ball. She didn’t exactly mean it, the way it came out. He did have a nice soccer ball. She really didn’t mean it literally. She began to feel embarrassed when he didn’t quite answer until , she heard her say thanks. Thank god he got it. She thought to herself. She ran her finger threw her hair, and then put it up in and loose ponytail. Only to take it out once school started.
“Really your out this early all the time?” she questioned him. Nicolette was always out this early simple because the field were vacated and so was the school for the most part. Just so she could get a few drills in before school actually started. “ Just running a few drills” she said as she put her hand in her back pockets. Briefly looking at his coordination. Dan he better that I thought. She thought to before trying to conjure out a new question.
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Post by Duke Tatum on Apr 10, 2006 12:38:45 GMT -5
"Well, it is morning practice." He reassured her, shrugging his shoulders idly. For a moment or two silence had fallen upon the pair, as if forbidding either of them to say another word, but that was only a subconscious feeling. Duke was then sparked with another question to contribute to the conversation, and turned to face her.
"Why aren't you on the girls team?" It made no sense that a girl who seemed to enjoy the sport so much was not even involved in the school's athletics. He would not peel his eyes away until Nicolette would answer him, as he truly wanted some sort of explanation.
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Post by Nicolette 'Nick' Jonas on Apr 10, 2006 13:08:35 GMT -5
The answer was so simple, but yet so hard to explain. Her parents believe that girls shouldn’t play sports, well contact sports. Which leaves, Swimming and Tennis. Which swimming isn’t that bad but tennis is stupid. Her parents nag on her too much as it is. So why add another thing for them to hate her. “because of my parents” she said as she looked down. As if she was ashamed. She was. Ashamed to tell someone that the reason she couldn’t pursue what she loved because of her parents.
Nicolette isn’t the kind to listen to her parents every word. But there was something about how they would nag on her when he was little for playing soccer. She dreaded the way her father would tell her that, she couldn’t never make it big. She loved the sport, so why would it matter, not being accepted by her parents, was like being Fruit loop, in a bowl of cereal. She stood out to everyone. When everyone parents, were there, at school functions, and congratulating their kids, on how well their doing. Her parents didn’t even bother, to come let alone congratulating her on well she is doing.
Her parent knew how to get Nick what they wanted her to do.
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Post by Duke Tatum on Apr 10, 2006 17:23:03 GMT -5
"Your parents?" He asked with a startled expression, eyes wide. All of a sudden, an idea came to mind. If she wanted to chicken out just because her parents made her feel bad about playing, Duke was going to change her mind. "Come on," He quickly commanded- something he did carelessly with no bad intentions. The only way Nick would understand what she was missing would be to show her, and that was exactly what was on Duke's mind. A sly smirk grew on his full lips. Duke bent to pick up his ball, grasping it firmly as he started in the direction of the athletic region of the school...
((Will start a new thread at the soccer field))
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