Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2013 12:32:57 GMT -8
One class down, one to go. At least the hard one was out of the way. History of Magic on a Monday morning. Damn, what sick fuck
thought that one up? An ex-backwater torture expert, obviously.
Jesse marched into the boy's bathroom, heading for the mirrored sinks and dropping his bag by his feet. Shit. Fifteen minutes to reapply the makeup he had smudged while he was sleeping on the desk and get to his Astrology class on the other side of the school. He sighed. Well, that didn't look like it was happening. He's probably be late again. Whatever. It wasn't like he was hurting for marks- he was getting all Os in that class. Maybe he'd just skip it today. He'd rather be truant than show up looking like shit. If only that was a possibility.
"Leo..." the boy said out loud, "Generous, warmhearted, Creative and enthusiastic...."
He had a test today, that's why the class had been moved to the morning instead of it's usual late-night time slot. So skipping wasn't really an option... maybe he could fake sick? He was sure he had enough galleons to buy some potion off of Rita Skeeter that would make him ill enough tonight to get a rewrite. Did he really want to be sick all night though? Just to get out of some stupid test he was going to ace anyways?
Jesse grumbled as he tried to remember all the zodiac signs. He reached into his bag quickly and pulled out his eyebrow pencil. He leaned in over the dirty sinks and began applyingthe eyebrows he had forgotten this morning. Next, he pulled out his black eyeliner and circled his muddy eyes thickly, adding curls to the ends in a cat eye like fashion. He reapplied his red eye shadow and stood back to admire himself. His hair was a mess, but with a quick scrunch he was able to make it look passable. He adjusted his skirt and corset so that they weren't falling off him, and pulled his ripped tights back up. All and all, he could have looked better. Much better.
He sighed, and reached into his bag to pull out a carton of cigarettes. He should just go back to bed. He wasn't doing the world any good today, he should just try again tomorrow. He stuck a cigarette in his lips and lit up. maybe he could go find some of the guys to hang out with. Someone had to have sometime off right now. They could grab a ball and go out to the pitch, or maybe even just go get high.... but... his test....
Jesse leaned over the counter once more, and gave himself a good stare down. He pulled at the bags under his eyes, and stuck out his tongue, and with a snort, he leaned back and shook his head, "Fuck it. I'm naw goin'." He said in his rough tenor and took a long, comforting drag of his fag.
