breaking the silence [open]

[matthew drew ballard]

Matthew Drew Ballard, in detention? Twas' nothing new for the eighteen year old 'punk' or trouble maker. Detention was supposed to be some sort of punishment or some crap for the pranks he pulled. In all honesty, the brunette boy could give a flying fuck! This was not his first rodeo..he had been doing this shit sense freshmen year. The whole I'm popular your shit system pissed him off so the wrath of his little pranks well were carried out onto the popular members of this establishment. Today, he was here for the simple little fact that Claire Lambert had been silly stringed outside of school and identified him as the criminal. Yeah, apparently it was a criminal like act when the pretty little prissy blonde had string stuck in her hair...who knew? Then again he honestly did not give a fuck. The detention he was serving for this crap was honestly a joke to him just like most of the popular people residing here. Mommy and daddy wrote a fat check and well they could say and or do anything they damned please, but once they felt out of their element or threatened it was hell within Riverside. Usually, it had something to do with the teen now sitting in the middle of the room his feet up on a desk waiting for the teacher to get there. He decided to show up a little early to be a prick to the person in charge of him for the next hour.

Unraveling his headphones he looked about to note he was the only one currently in the room. He smirked. Yeah, the detention hall or classroom whatever the fuck they called it just needed to have a shrine with his name on it. Matt, was usually always here for something. Popping the headphones into his ears he moved his feet off the desk and took out a notebook from his trusty pack back. Yeah, he called it pack back it was different from the norm. He also took out a pen and chewed on the top of it momentarily. The eighteen year old was already planning his revenge on miss popularity. Or maybe this time he'd end up trying to prank someone else. Someone close to little miss Claire just to make her blood boil and make her constantly itching and looking over her shoulder. Names that came to mind were Cameron Cooper and her little sidekick. He forgot her name for the time being. He had done stink bombs in a bedroom, silly string, saran wrapping a car...he wanted something more fresh more original. Something that would make someone scream or shit their pants.

Google! Now, that was one aide to his little pranks. Sure, he could have idea's all his own, but the teen wanted to find something he hadn't pulled off before and he smirked a little bit thinking of the girls shower room...the blonde hair and the shampoo. Yeah, that would really get him into some trouble. All pranks led back to the biggest bitch in this place, but he couldn't help it. She made other peoples lives a living hell he couldn't help but want to repay the favor. He jotted down some notes in the notebook and then reached down finally pressing play on his ipod. Music would drown out anyone and well it blared into his ears and made him happy. Matty was a friend of in his opinion the best damn music out there. He put the pen above his notebook and began with his fingers drummin' on the desk along with the music blaring in his ears. "Now I'm breaking the silence I want to make you scream" he whispered as he kept at the drumming a smirk playing up on his lips.

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( LYRICS ) adelitas way - scream.
( MUSIC ) artist - title.
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[elizza ann maywell]

Elizza Maywell did it again. She, of course, didn't find the bad or problem in the situation. To be honest she didn't give a crap about school. Who did? In her opinion anyway. Ditching wasn't that hard anyway. She'd sneak out right as the bell rang, right on off campus and no one would give a damn... unless it were her parents. The only reason a teacher cared was because it was his class or it was her class: it's disrespectful. What was Elizza's response? "I don't care." Simple enough, to her however.

She walked down the hall carrying only her bag and playing around with her hair. That had became a huge habit for Elizza. Playing with her hair was something people would see her doing most. Because it wouldn't be working. The only other times would be during volleyball, or swim. Those were two activities she loved, besides relaxing and doing what she pleases. Elizza had a simple mind with a wild imagination. However, not many people would meet the good side of her if they got off on the wrong foot.

Finally making it to her destination, she slumped over to a seat. She didn't care to look around much, but she noticed there had only been one boy and herself. A smirk crossed Elizza's face. She could tell he didn't give a crap about being in detention either. The punishment had really been nothing whether you did anything or not. Basically you sit, say a couple things, and leave after an hour. Pretty petty punishment. However, Elizza would much rather be anyplace else. This was her time away from her parents, she didn't want to spend most of her free time in a room doing nothing for being herself.

Elizza slumped slightly, her eyes wondering around. It was quite boring and she was thinking about taking out her ipod, the other boy had anyway. Finding herself not willing to do anything at the moment, she didn't move, only crossed her legs and laid her head in her hand as her elbow rested on her knee, swinging her foot back and forth.

Noticing the boy's slight drumming and heard the loud music in his ears, Elizza smirked. It also seemed like we was writing something. Elizza tried to peek at it from her angle but couldn't quite make it out. She tilted her head in her hand and poked the boy's leg with her other hand to get his attention. "Whatcha writing?" She didn't very much like writing at all and had no interest, but this guy didn't seem like one to write anything unimportant like a story or anything. She gave him a once over with no expression showing on her face as she waited for a response.

Words ! 462
Tagging ! matthew drew ballard
Notes ! hopefully this is still a go xD
Outfit ! Right hur
Lyrics ! Born This Way- Lady Gaga
Credit ! Starz3z @ Caution 2.0

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[matthew drew ballard]

Matthew, was sitting there not causing any peace in detention the teacher lazily showing up late. He glanced about and noticed a blonde in detention as well and usually Matt was overly friendly, but he hadn’t heard her come in and well he was working on making Claire Lambert scream. Just kind of like the song in his ears were blaring. His pen continued to drum on the desk as he caught the teachers eyes burning a hole in his forehead practically and the words stop coming from their mouth. He didn’t know how this person had any power over her him...they were late and bogus, but he just brought the pen back to his paper and kept his music in even if it was loud and obnoxious and well he wasn’t supposed to be listening to it the eighteen year old boy didn’t particularly give a shit. If the teacher wanted the head phones out of his ear then he was going to need to drag his ass over to the desk pull the headphones out of his ear and shut the ipod off himself...in which case there was no guarantee that the boy wasn’t going to unravel the headphones and turn the thing back on..it depended on how defiant he felt upon this actually happening. He knew it wouldn’t though, but it was a funny scenario in his head that caused him to snicker.

The other person in the room he didn’t know and couldn’t place and she could be anybody. Matty was sometimes over the top, but he decided to give her a small break sense she didn’t seem to talkative off the back and wasn’t sitting right next to him or anything...that or his eyes might be entranced and he might slightly devour her with his eyes and words. He said whatever he felt like saying and he didn’t let anyone in the world stop him from doing such. Matt tried to place her for a moment, but he couldn’t. He wondered what clique she was in. He saw the letters on her shirt said something about pain. Yeah, definitely not a popular...maybe she was a plastic, because she liked sex and pain who knew? His eyes went back to his paper as the song changed to fallen angels by black veil brides. It was a good and he enjoyed a lot of different styles, but he couldn’t help but think of people he considered to be fallen angels which was slightly weird for a punk, but whatever. ”Fall...fall...fall” he whispered and jotted it down on his paper 1. steps 2. something slippery 3. falling 4. something broken. Yeah, that would be a perfect addition to a prank and just in time too he needed to muster up something great!

When Matt felt a hand on his leg he smirked. Obviously someone needed to tell the girl the dangers of even touching Matt. He could pass as a player, but he didn’t really fit into that particular category. He caught the hand after pulling his head phones out of his ears setting the ipod down and pressing pause catching her words. ”I’m writing my idea’s down...expression myself” he joked, but he really did do that sometimes this was an expression of a different sort. He smirked his hand still on hers. ”You touch random strangers to scare them or entice?” he asked his other hand putting the note book in front of her. He didn’t mind sharing his plan with someone else just as long as he didn’t get jacked when it came to idea’s of pranking the enemy: Claire Lambert and her group of goons.

( TAGS ) elizza ann maywell
( WORDS ) 610
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( NOTES ) yeah its still open there up for grabs...feel free to tell me if matty having her hand bothers you its just such his style i couldn't resist
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[elizza ann maywell]

Elizza abandoned her resting head on her hand and sat up a bit as he didn't give her hand back. However, she didn't react to it much. In fact she was used to such things. Elizza listened with a slight frown at his 'joke.' She only lifted a shoulder and chaffed quietly. “Expressing yourself... sure...” she said, trailing off slightly. Still wanting to see, Elizza peeked at the paper again before looking back at him as he spoke.

Her eyebrows raised at the question, although it was barely noticeable. Elizza tilted her head as she made a small hum before answering. She had never really thought about anything she did unless it was necessary. Doing as she pleased and however she wanted wasn't much of a thought. Elizza let the corners of her mouth rise as she spoke. “Depends.” She bit her lip, waiting a moment and letting the pause settle before finishing. “But, in this case, to freak you out.” Elizza pulled away her hand after taking the notebook in her other hand.

Elizza glanced at the boy before really looking at and reading the notes. It seemed to be some kind of prank in a number of steps involving slipping and falling or something. She tried to put the pieces together, a slight smirk crossing her lips as she saw who the prank had been for. That group of populars, pretty much the most annoying girls ever. In her mind anyhow. Then again she didn't very much like anyone who was perfect or who tried to be. “Populars” were overrated in her book. She hadn't even known them very well, only seen them around school and she already didn't like them much.

Nodding her head and putting the notebook back onto his desk, Elizza let her eyes travel back to him. “Nice... So when do you plan on doing this?” It was all she could really ask on the matter. Although she could think of better pranks to play on that group. She bit back the comment however, this was a start and she had a feeling he's pranked them before, or someone. Either way, Elizza didn't think it worth having someone get hurt physically. “You know... you could do better. Getting hurt just causes more attention and annoying instances,” she stated as she began to mess around with the ends of her hair.

Words ! 397
Tagging ! matthew drew ballard
Notes ! awesomeness, and lizza's used to it, not a bother ^.^
Outfit ! Right hur
Lyrics ! Born This Way- Lady Gaga
Credit ! Starz3z @ Caution 2.0

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[matthew drew ballard]

Matthew only smirked when the girl kind of when she said that was pretty unlikely him expressing himself and still began to peak and he just kind of snickered at it keeping her hand and looking at the paper and her. ”You really must be desperate to know” he said and then looked at the paper as if he was reading it. ”It says a lot of different things” he said looking it over and it did have a lot more then his list..

Then he turned back to catch her expression and raised his brows back at her to mimic her expression, because he was like that from time to time. ”Depends?” he questioned waiting for the answer to be more elaborate...because surely she was going to define her intentions. ”Freak me out me out? Ah, well I’m not easily freaked out just easily aroused so I would have went with that” he said as she pulled the hand away his expression forming a smirk that would pry easily be challenged, but he had this thing where he tended to make people uncomfy with his words even if they were natural so he was waiting for the challenge.

The book also read something about a shower and dying the blondes hair blue, but she was reading so he just stayed silent as she looked it over and said the word populars. He couldn’t help, but laugh because he had been dealing with these people the last four years of his life and he wasn’t sure if she had, because she hadn’t been seen by his eyes before. He pranked them often and was in here a lot of doing so, because again daddy’s dollar turned into raging riverside...it was annoying, but Matty had fun with it.

”Which one?” he asked looking at her and then she said something about being hurt and causing attention and annoying instances and he just chuckled. ”They annoy me everyday...and I’m one that maybe likes attention” he said but just shrugged. ”Plus, I’m not paying her medical bill so it really doesn’t matter to me but I’ll pry dye her pretty locks blue first...because it will bug the crap out of her and be hard for her to go back to blonde without bleaching and well...girls and their hair” he said throwing it out there ”a lot of them don’t like to dye and they whine and fuss and all that crap” he added.

( TAGS ) eliza maywell
( WORDS ) 410
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( LYRICS ) adelitas way - scream.
( MUSIC ) artist - title.
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[elizza ann maywell]

Elizza nodded her head. She didn't need to explain, although she did anyway. "Yep, depends on the person," she said airily back. Simple enough and she didn't want to get into specifics. Maybe she could have thought of a better answer but really, it was nothing but teasing for her. Elizza never really thought things out that much, unless it really had interested her.

A slight frown crossed her face as she pulled her hand away and took the notebook. Before looking down at the boy's notes she smirked and tilted her head a bit to the side. "Well, good for you. Too bad we are so different," she said absently as her eyes fell onto the notebook. May not have been so true but she didn't know this boy and he hadn't known her, it was an automatic response, Elizza had only taken note of a few things written down on the piece of paper.

After putting the notebook back on the desk, she looked rather plain-faced at the boy. Nodding in agreement, Elizza messed around with her hair a bit before letting it fall onto her back. "I agree... they annoy me too." She thought a moment. Of course, she wasn't one to care but she had to remember what these girls were like, completely her opposite. "I'd say go for it. I'd love to see it in action," she said with a smirk

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Tagging ! matthew drew ballard
Notes ! sorry this took a while, been busy
Outfit ! Right hur
Lyrics ! Born This Way- Lady Gaga
Credit ! Starz3z @ Caution 2.0

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[matthew drew ballard]

Matty tilted his head looking over the blonde who sat in detention with him. "Alright then, what a length answer." he taunted and left it at that. He wondered what in fact she was attempting to point out there. He then looked back to his desk and then back at her. "so what brings you into my classroom anyhow?" he asked with a curious smirk. He practically lived him in here for one thing or another.

He quirked a brow at the frown wondering what and or why she was frowning for. His nots were lightly jumbled up into his evil little plans that brought him to this classroom on many occurances. "Different?" he was wondering again what she meant by that. He only knew of two commons this detention and the fact that the two didnt care for populars. He sat in silence for a moment when his roommate texted him...he looked up and quickly texted him back letting his roommate know where the spare key was. He shook his head some. "silly roommates lost their key..".

Matt looked back at his notebook and then up at the blonde who seemingly kind of looked bland in expression at least. The young man nodded at her agreeing..."well at least the ones that have the money buying their popularity". The other ones were alright. There was some less nutty populars however stucked up ones such as Alliya, Claire, Mr. Cooper, and that little bunch were on his radar. "Well I'll take pictures or something because surely the populars wont be out and about injured or with their pretty hair in a mess" he said and snickered.

( TAGS ) eliza maywell
( WORDS ) 410
( OUTFIT ) click.
( LYRICS ) adelitas way - scream.
( MUSIC ) artist - title.
( CREDITS ) TEMPLATE BY LOST IN STEREO. AT CAUTION..