Wake Me Up (open)

[Ben Burke]

Benjamin waited in the line for the coffee shop, waiting for his chance to order and get the hell out of there. Beneath his glasses, drowsy blue eyes scanned the area as if looking for some chance to escape. He was not enjoying the wait at all and was actually considering just leaving. But no, he needed something to wake him up. He had a busy day.

Every five minutes or so, a customer would recieve their order and finally leave,making the line grow shorter. He had two more people to wait for and he would finally get the chance to get out of here. One down, one more to go. He stepped up and listened as the guy placed his order for five different things. It took them long enough to make one! He closed his eyes and sighed. He was about to lose his patience.

Benjamin pulled out his cell phone and began to browse through it. Hoping to get his mind off the situation. But, being the sort of guy he was, he didn't have much to look at. He only had one 'friend' and the two rarely talked so he didn't have any messagesor anything to look forward to. After a few more moments, he snapped the phone shut and glanced back up ahead. Only a couple more left it looked like. He put his phone away then reached for his wallet to prepare. The sooner he got out the better.

Finally after so long, the guy payed and left, opening the way for him to make his order. And so he did and surprisingly enough, it didn't take as long as the others. Were they just speeding up for him or did he just imagine the long wait before? Hell. He didn't care. He slid the money to the cashier and took his coffee and walked away.

Benjamin felt the warmth on his hands and the smell hit his nose. He wondered how it tasted. He'd never had it before but decided he would need something to pick him up and get him going. Seeing as how the other students bought it. He thought he might as well to. It must be working.

He left the main building and faced the outside world, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a deep drink. It wasn't what he expected. The hot drink burned down his throat but that wasn't what took him off guard. "This stuff is terrible," he growled. Ben thought about throwing it away but considered how much he payed for the stupid drink. He groaned and took another drink. The bitterness sticking to his tongue. He shook his head and walked on. "How do people drink this stuff?"

[Matt Mathews]

Matt was watching the crowds like she would any other day. Only today she had gone in to the stupid coffee shop and asked for her coffee extra black as her coffee maker had gone on the fritz and her stupid roommate had tried to fix it and, what do ya know, she failed too.

She really didn't know how anyone liked the coffee that was found at these coffee-shops it was all just people's idea of "fancy" coffee whereas she just thought it was made because they couldn't handle strait up coffee. That was her theory anyway, and as she drank her semi-dark chocolate she was inclined to agree with most military personal that believed the same thing she did. She had her brother's friends to thank for that one.

Speaking of the military Matt wasn't really sure what to call herself, as her mother would have been very happy to live in Beverly hills and her father was a dentist she didn't get the tough parental figures, but for as far as she could remember her brother was training to become a navy seal. Well after he had gone to RAGE that is. So she did have a strong military background in that area of her life especially as she and her brother were so close, she even had a slight peek into what "classified" meant when it came to her brother.

And that all circled around to how much she missed her black coffee in the morning, "So you don't like the coffee either?" she asked the guy who looked much to intimidating for most of the other prissy girls gossiping around the school at this hour in the morning.

She was sitting on a table, well this was Matt it wasn't like she would ever sit in a chair properly, and her cargo pants were stained with something that looked like blood but who was really keeping track of every injury, and her cropped hair was sticking up in all directions around her pixie-like features yet her physical appearance didn't quite match with the plane black tank with a few holes that had been torn in it and her hardened expression and carefully controlled eyes. "And as for how people drink it, no idea." she said her eyes on the other guy who was probably a year older then she was by the look of him. She could still probably take him.

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[Ben Burke]

He didn't expect a reply from someone. He was just speaking to himself. Well someone had to or else he would go mad. His blue eyes shot to the girl sitting upon the table. Apparently she wasn't too fond of the coffee either. Guess he wasn't alone on this one. Most of the time, he would have simply ignored and walked on. But something made him want to stay. Like he actually wanted to chat with this girl. Perhaps he was too tired to think straight? Maybe the coffee was messing with his head. There had to be some sort of reason. This girl was not all that interesting...

He looked her over, eyes stopping on the stained cargo pants. By the looks of it, it was blood. This girl must be a fighter. She certainly didn't look like the other girls here. She was a shark too. He hadn't fought with one of those for a while. Another reason why he wanted to stay he supposed. But, honestly, he didn't think he was up for a fight at the moment. He'd been up all night last night with one. The thought of it made his wounds burn and he was pleased with the sensation. How he loved to fight.

She then went on to answer his question. It was a rhetorical question. He didn't mean for an answer. Besides, he figured the only reason they drank the stuff was out of desperation. Since it's supposed to make you wide awake it should help out. So far, he didn't feel any better than the minute he woke up from his two hour sleep.

He stayed silent for a moment or two, still unsure whether or not to just ignore her. Then he decided to break the silence. "Thanks for the input," he replied in a cold manner. He sipped on his coffee, taking a long, deep drink to finish it off. He was tired of it. He then tossed the cup into a nearby trashcan and turned to face the shark girl once more while pulling out a cigarette and lighter. He lit the 'cancer stick' then put it into his mouth, inhaling. Maybe it would cancel out the taste of coffee.

[Matt Mathews]

Matt raised an eyebrow, she had seen this guy around, fighting smoking, and probably flirting from the bad boy vibes she was getting off of him. Mr. Smokes-a-lot wasn't exactly going out of his way to make a good impression. But then again she wasn't doing her best either. Not that she ever did.

She waved the smoke away from her face as he lit the cigarette where the entire school could see. So he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, well he was definitely not a bad fighter from the minor injuries he had sustained that she could smell off him but the smoke that clung to him made him indecipherable from the smoke.

Smokers really annoyed her.

The fact that the cigarettes were a beacon for the elites to show must have slipped his mind. Probably because he hadn't had his coffee yet.

She leaned back on the table she was sitting on and braced her bare arm on the table top, "So I take it this is the part where you walk away while I laugh at your pitiful social skills?" she said lightly, for only being halfway through her morning coffee she was being rather playful with her insults.

[Ben Burke]

Ben flashed a smile as he watched the girl wave away the smoke. He blew another cloud of smoke her way. Bad behaviour? No. Not really. He had done much worse before. This was mere teasing. Besides, if she was that sick of the smoke she would either get up and leave or tell him to stop. He didn't mind either.

Smoking was a bad habit of his. Breaking rules was a worse one. He didn't care if he got caught smoking. What could they possibly do to screw up his life? Sure detention would be boring as hell but it certainly wasn't new to him. And expulsion would just be a break. The only reason he was here was because he was forced to be.

Her insult didn't do much. But then again, stuff like that rarely did. Benjamin flicked some ashes off before putting the cigarette back to his lips. He decided to humor the girl. Who knows? Maybe if he stuck around for a while, he could irritate her enough to start a fight. He was really starting to liven up to the idea.

Benjamin shrugged as if the insult were actually a question. "Probably. But where would be the fun in that?" He started to notice that he was waking up quicker. Perhaps this little conversation was to be thankful for. Or maybe coffee actually worked. He was quite sure which and wasn't interested enough to investigate further. He inhaled once more and let the smoke come out his nose with a playful smile.

[Matt Mathews]

Matt rolled her eyes, so this guy not only didn't care about the time he would have to spend with the freshmen who were stupid enough to get caught, and within about five minutes of a fight the smoke would prevent him from breathing properly. If this little insult ring became a fight she would definitely have a large advantage there.

"Oh I don't know I'd find it rather fun watching the look on your face." She said with a delicately raised eyebrow around her hazel eyes. She was having fun teasing him as she figured he could take whatever she threw at him. All her training came back to her quickly as she remembered every technique to incompasitate an attacker.