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savetheearth2013-09-13 03:21 pm
shiromadoushi) wrote in savetheearth2013-09-13 03:21 pm
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Fangirls ruin everything
Who: Bakura & Marisa [+ Rubberneckers]
Where: Locke High's cafeteria
When: Friday, lunch time
What: Bakura's fan club is being more annoying than normal, so he hatches a plan with Marisa to get them to bugger off. Mainly, getting them to think he's already got a girlfriend. How could this possibly go wrong?
Bakura had hoped that this year, the fangirl problem wouldn't be as bad... and for the first few days, he had managed fine. Get to lunch late when he couldn't just spend it in Mr. Lyall's room, find the smallest table in the most hidden corner he could, eat fast, book it out of there before he could be spotted.
But the unfortunately familiar screech of his first name heralded the end of his fangirl free week.
"Oh goddamnit.." he sighed as the gaggle of girls descended like crows at his table. Even though there was only room for three, all five of them attempted to crowd around, pulling chairs from nearby tables without even asking and setting their trays down like tetris tiles before starting to gab on about their summers, trying to ask him questions about his own.
There was a new one this year, he noted sourly. Freshman most likely. Shyer and seemingly overwhelmed. And quieter. That was at least good...
He reached out and smacked away a hand that was attempting to touch his hair, giving a death glare at the offending girl, which only resulted in a beaming smile.
"--and I love the purple, it's just so you, where did you have it done?"
He ignored the question, starting to pack up his lunch to shove back into his bag.
Goddamn fangirls...
Where: Locke High's cafeteria
When: Friday, lunch time
What: Bakura's fan club is being more annoying than normal, so he hatches a plan with Marisa to get them to bugger off. Mainly, getting them to think he's already got a girlfriend. How could this possibly go wrong?
Bakura had hoped that this year, the fangirl problem wouldn't be as bad... and for the first few days, he had managed fine. Get to lunch late when he couldn't just spend it in Mr. Lyall's room, find the smallest table in the most hidden corner he could, eat fast, book it out of there before he could be spotted.
But the unfortunately familiar screech of his first name heralded the end of his fangirl free week.
"Oh goddamnit.." he sighed as the gaggle of girls descended like crows at his table. Even though there was only room for three, all five of them attempted to crowd around, pulling chairs from nearby tables without even asking and setting their trays down like tetris tiles before starting to gab on about their summers, trying to ask him questions about his own.
There was a new one this year, he noted sourly. Freshman most likely. Shyer and seemingly overwhelmed. And quieter. That was at least good...
He reached out and smacked away a hand that was attempting to touch his hair, giving a death glare at the offending girl, which only resulted in a beaming smile.
"--and I love the purple, it's just so you, where did you have it done?"
He ignored the question, starting to pack up his lunch to shove back into his bag.
Goddamn fangirls...
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