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[Gabriel Mathieu Spencer]

Gabe had never been in or even anywhere near his little sister's school and it showed in the way he was wandering aimlessly around the courtyard. But then again they had just moved here from Maine. That also showed in his thick east coast accent. According to his watch and probably the bell that had just rung throughout the school her day should be ending now and the students would come pouring out of the big front doors and onto the lawn. He would end up lost in the ocean of students.

Gabe had graduated from high school two years ago; he had forgotten what it was like. It was just like he wanted it to be, no longer existent. So if he hated school so much why was he here? Because he wanted to catch his sister and maybe hang out with her before she went off to do her own thing, getting wasted, high, and all cut up. He hated seeing her so depressed. He was still trying to help her through everything but then again he had seen her growing up, being beaten and raped nearly every day. He still hated himself for being too incompetent to take care of her but they were both too young for that. Now at nineteen, almost five years after they finally moved out of their mother and stepfather's house, he’s still trying to make things right with her.

Now if only he could find her. Gabe’s pale blue eyes searched the lawn figuring she would be skipping class anyway or have left early to come outside and smoke a quick joint before leaving on either he motorcycle or her skateboard. He flicked his head to the left a bit and blew slightly at his bangs to move the strands of black hair from his face. He stood in front of the school entrance, looking up at the sky for a minute before bringing his eyes uneasily back to the doors as the stream students began trickling out of the building. His hands would have been in his pockets had his jeans not been so tight, instead his four fingers on each hand were tucked inside his back pockets with his thumbs resting lightly on the outside of the denim.

Dammit why do high schools have to be so big? He thought still looking up at the building that towered over him, beginning to become slightly intimidating as the flow of students was slowing down again. A black Converse high top clad foot kicked at a loose pebble sitting on the concrete as he looked around to maybe ask someone who might know or at least have seen Jay so that she couldn’t run off before he had had a chance to even say hello.

[Naomi Blake]

School was over. Naomi, like most of the kids at the school, did in fact enjoy the bell at the end of the day. Of course, unlike a few of her fellow seniors, she had opted out of early release. Taking more classes had seemed more logical, at the time. She didn't mind the extra work. If anything, she liked it. But regardless of her odd, but effective, work ethic, Naomi Blake loved hearing the bell at the end of the day.

Walking out the side doors, Naomi planned to cut through the courtyard. Sometimes it helped to get to her car faster, as opposed to actually fighting the crowd. After all, at her size, she usually had to just wait for someone else to clear the path in the hallways. Which was why, after four years in the school, she'd figured out a few shortcuts here and there. Most of them worked, but sometimes you still got caught up in crowds and pushed one way or another. Today, however, the peppy young blonde had successfully escaped the school and entered the courtyard.

What she didn't expect to see, however, was a boy hanging out there, looking rather lost. Not to mention, the boy was easy on the eyes. Not in your typical, Abercrombie and Fitch sort of way, but regardless he was undeniably attractive. And Naomi, of course, couldn't just pass him up. Smiling brightly, she made her way over to where he was standing.

"You look a little lost, doll," she told him, offering a small, knowing smirk. Her comment, far from condescending, opened up the conversation in a way Naomi was good at. Small talk, meeting new people, making friends; all of those were forte's of the girls. Not that she took out time to practice or anything, it was just sort of a natural occurence. A few times she wondered if charisma was genetic, and what her mother was like, but she never really thought about that for long. Besides, she was standing in front of a cute boy, one who looked like he needed help (help she could very easily provide), so why bother thinking about whether or not her mother had charisma?

[Gabriel Mathieu Spencer]

Gabe’s wandering eyes quickly came to rest on the petite blonde standing in front of him. He wasn’t one to hit on girls he didn’t know or anything, but would if he was feeling confident. He smiled amiably, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. A gentle hand reached up and brushed his bangs out of his face before extending toward the girl, “Actually I kind of am. I’m Gabe Spencer. I’m looking for my little sister, Jayden... or um Jay, she’s senior, she’s got long black hair and light eyes and umm a few tattoos and she’s kinda tall, and real thin. Um... I’m not sure if you know her... She’s new and usually keeps to herself... Or she’s getting in fights... with guys and other people much larger than herself...” He explained.

He figured he was probably making himself sound stupid by now, as he glanced back over his shoulder He flashed another smile at the girl and added, “She usually rides her BMW motorcycle or her skateboard to and from school... I doubt there are many girls here that do that...” His foot kicked at the ground again, just at nothing, he didn’t stand still for a long span of time very well. Wow maybe I need to practice having a conversation with an actual person sometime.... Because apparently I suck at it... He thought with slight embarrassment. His blue eyes searched the girl, deciding she seemed to be the sweet girl next door type. He didn’t mind that, she could end up being a friend to him. Jay would definitely not get along with this girl unless she was into alcohol and drugs and most importantly music, even then she might not even stand a chance considering that she was blonde.

He decided that he might as well get to know the girl if anything, ”Um so are you a senior?” he asked, figuring that more than likely she was, she looked way too mature to be a sophomore or a freshman. And something about the way she spoke and the way she carried herself told him she was even too comfortable with the school to be a junior.

[Naomi Blake]

Reaching for the profferred hand, Naomi was more than glad the boy wasn't antisocial or anything. Not that she would have had a problem with that, she was good at communicating with all types of people, but this made things a lot easier. Not to mention, he had a great smile. Shaking his hand, she thought for a moment about the girl he was describing.

Naomi did know who she was. She'd never had much conversation with her, simply because the girl seemed a bit standoffish when Naomi offered to help show her around the school. She was, after all, new. And even though she knew who his sister was, simply from the name and the short description, she felt no inclination to stop the rambling. It was sort of cute, the way he continued on.

After he was finished, she offered a simple, "Well, doll" (choosing full and well to ignore the name given), "I do in fact know who your sister is. Although it's certainly not on a personal level, but I think we've talked once or twice. I haven't seen her today." Her statement, which wasn't entirely false, also happened to be slightly untrue. She'd seen Jayden, passing in the hall on her way outside, but there was no harm in not telling Gabe that. After all, he'd find his sister eventually, and there didn't appear to be any dire need for him to get to her. So she lied a little. Good conversation with a cute boy definitely ranked higher than whatever guilt she might feel for lying.

Grinning, she'd shrugged slightly, adjusting her messenger bag to keep it from falling. "Yeah, I'm a senior. I'm surprised you got it on the first try; most people think I'm a freshman or a sophomore." She laughed slightly, more at the rememberance of people's faces who had asked her that before. "But the underclassmen aren't all bad, so it's cool."

Looking up at him (with the whole height difference and all), Naomi secured a piece of hair behind her ear, "So, are you out of high school yet?"

[Gabriel Mathieu Spencer]

After giving it a gentle squeeze rather than a shake like other people would, Gabe's eyes glanced down at the slighter hand in his; she had striking and soft hands. Not many guys noticed that, but he truly was fascinated by hands, he loved sketching them and photographing them and such. He'd love to draw hers, but he thought it may be an awkward question considering he didn't even know her name yet. Otherwise he'd ask her to model for him, she had a stunning face and she appeared as though she'd be incredibly photogenic.

"So um... Is there anything in particular I ought to call you seeing as I still don't know your name?" He asked, his blue eyes searching the girl's own two sapphire eyes.

His lower lips curled in slightly as he bit down on it softly, playing with one of his two lip rings, an odd habit he had acquired since getting them done, he thought for a minute about her response to Jay. Well she'll be okay I guess.... plus I'll see her tonight when she gets home... He said, in no hurry to end his conversation with this girl.

Gabe nodded and shrugged slightly when she told him about her experience with people not knowing her real age and mistaking her for someone younger, "Well for one thing, I've always been pretty good at guessing peoples ages or grades, and two you're far too confident to be a freshman, much more mature than a sophomore, and, quite honestly, I think you're far too pretty- I mean cool to be a junior. Nah the underclassmen aren't bad but it's nice being the oldest in the school," He responded with a smirk.

Nodding to her last question he replied simply, "I graduated two years ago back in my hometown in Maine," When he finished his sentence he began noticing how different his thick east coast accent was from the Californian girl's own respective accent. He smiled a bit shyly now after noticing the difference in the way he sounded in comparison to her. I grew up in a really small town; you can't even find it on a map. It's called Machias, I miss it... But my school was actually in Portland. Not sure if any of that would mean anything to her.

[Naomi Blake]

Grinning, Naomi offered a small, coquettish shrug. She hadn't given him her name on purpose. He was, after all, new. She didn't know anything about him. More from experience than anything else, Naomi knew not to give her name out until she was sure the guy was okay. And generally the small blonde was a fairly good judge of character, given a few exceptions she cringed to think about.

But Gabe seemed nice enough, in the way he'd leave you alone even if you turned him down. Not that she had much intention of doing so, yet. He looked like fun, and Naomi loved having fun. "You can call me anything you want, doll, but my name's Naomi."

Raising an eyebrow slightly at him as he opted to find his sister later, Naomi didn't grin in excitement. She would have, were she not trying to appear as an innocent, yet lively, young girl. Grinning, smirking, or anything of the like at getting her way (one she doubted he knew she wanted) would just throw things off a bit. Tilting her head to the side, her eyes traveled to the lip ring he was playing with. That was an odd habit.

Smiling, she reached up, just close enough to touch but far enough that she wasn't being intrusive, and said, "Did that hurt? Getting your lip pierced? It seems like it would. I've only got my ears and my belly button done."

Blinking slightly at his analogy, a bit long winded, but cutenonetheless, Naomi blushed slightly. Glancing down, she shook her head a little. "I'm not all that special, or anything. You make me sound like I could run the school," she told him with a giggle. The truth of the matter was, however, that if Naomi wanted to be the queen bee, she could have been. Sure, she wasn't as cruel as some of the more popular girls were, but she was well known and well liked. The petite girl just choose not to.

After the blush (one she'd faked), she paused for a moment to think about where he was talking about. Two years out of school from Maine. So he was nineteen or twenty. It totally figured. She had known he looked too old to be in school, but he was right at that age that made him that much hotter. The age where, at her current age, she was jailbait and he probably wasn't interested in high school girls anymore. But Naomi loved a challenge.

"Machias, huh?" She asked, noticing but not pointing out the accent differences, "I haven't ever heard of it, personally. Maybe you'll have to show me where it is some time."

[Gabriel Mathieu Spencer]

Gabe smiled at her answer to his asking about her name. Naomi, he thought, was a gorgeous name, but then it would be appropriate for such a pretty girl.
"Well I suppose I could call you anything, but why would I want to when your name is so pretty?" He said sweetly.

That was something typical for Gabe, he was definitely a sweetheart, he couldn't hurt anyone in any way, shape, or form. He was always told, by even ex-girlfriends, that he was the nicest guy they had ever met. No one could really hate Gabe, only because he almost never gave them a reason to.

He tried to suppress a smile, unsuccessfully, when Naomi touched his lip ring, shaking his head a bit. "It didn't really hurt that bad when I first got it done but it was a bit sore afterward. Besides that I got them both done at the same time so it did hurt a little bit and my lip was a bit swollen for a few days. Needless to say my girlfriend at the time was not very happy that I wouldn't kiss her for almost a week because it was pretty tender for a while." He explained. "But yeah actually Jay did it for me, and I did all her piercings as well as her tattoos. She and I are opening up a tattoo and piercing parlor when she graduates this year. I'm studying online t get a degree in business as well as finance." He added.

Gabe smiled a bit at Naomi's blushing; he found it cute, "Don't say that, I'm sure you're special. I bet there's something that you're exceedingly good at that makes you more special than other people. Everyone does." Gabe insisted, "And besides, with a pretty face and a snappy wit like yours I'm sure you could run this school." He finished.

At nineteen, he knew, he was too old for the pretty 17-year-old high school girl. But that didn't mean he couldn't flirt with her or hang out with her or anything. Not only was she magnificently good looking but she was easy to talk to and he felt comfortable around her. That was always something he liked.

He smiled and nodded, "I'd be more than happy to show you where it is," He replied.

He searched his mind for something to say to keep the conversation going, not ready to depart from this girl yet, "So what is thereto do around here? Anything good?" He asked of his new town.