| It's Friday and at this time, it's one of Bek's favorite classes, Gym. The class is spread around the gym and ready for an hour of getting stinky. Rebekah is in her gym outfit, a basketball in her hands. She stands with a few guys and girls from the class, taking a few free throws, warming up.
Not everyone likes gym. In fact there is a perfectly accepted subculture of anti-P.E individuals, that dress out and spend the next hour thinking up random excuses to not run a mile, swim laps or throw an orange ball at a hoop. Noah is one of them.
Despite having the capability to toss said ball into said hoop, he's positioned himself against the wall behind the hoop. His position? Ball catcher. Despite the obvious jokes this position seems to drag out of his peers..it's still better than sweating.
Rebekah's long blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail. After the warm-up, the group has begun to play a round of half-court. Despite the friendliness of the game, one of the larger boys uses the notion of contact to throw himself against Rebekah, knocking her not out of bounds but straight towards Noah. She rolls to the ground and possibly into the boy. At first, she growls angrily, but as she rizes, she blushes and looks at Noah. "I'm... sorry. I didn't mean to barrel into you. Thanks for the help, but you might wanna move. This brute's just gonna keep this up until.." She turns around, heading back to the court with her game face on. "Until he gets his ass schooled!" She dribbles the ball and gets back into the game.
Noah chuckles as he watches the game, though as the blond rolls into his legs he does emit the faintest yelp. It's nothing to loud, audible at best. He also narrows a momentary look toward the jock before he steps back into place. "Thanks but I'd rather stand here and get ran over than play." He's made his choice. He's sticking with it. He grins though, watching as she runs back into the game, though he does send the occasional glance toward the coach.
Rebekah was about to run up onto the boy and not knock him over, but simply out-play him. Before she has a chance to get up on him, the whistle blows. Rebekah stops and rolls her eyes as the coach yells for the kids to hit the showers, class over. Rebekah glares at the larger boy who chuckles and points as he makes his way to the boys locker room. She looks back at Noah as she heads to her own destination and waves, still apologetic.
Noah merely shrugs as the whistle is blown, though he offers Rebekah a small grin as she heads for the dressing rooms. He himself also heads to dress, though it takes him less time since the most work he did was dodging the tumbling blond.
A half-Hour Later
A short time later the bell tones overhead, sending most students scurrying for lunch lines or to snag the perfect table. Most but not all. Noah lingers in the gym, one foot resting on bottom bleacher, its laces untied. Despite this his attention remains on the book open in his hand.
Rebekah makes her way out of the locker room, perfectly showered and dressed. She must keep a hairdryer in her locker because it doesn't look like a bit of water had touched her hair. She clomps through the gym in her stylish pumps with her bag over her shoulder when she notices Noah on the bleachers. "Ok... So you don't sweat and now you don't eat?" She chuckles, looking at the boy. "You're the resident robot?"
Noah chuckles as he hears the blond though the look he sends her is one of mock seriousness. "Just half. Don't be racist." He does eventually offer a smile. He also snaps the book closed, tucking it into the pocket if his jacket to finish tying his shoe. "Don't tell anyone though. I don't need any more added social pressures added. I'm baby faced, dyslexic and emotionally unequipped to be stuffed into an actual locker." Again he grins, but he also stands, shoe proper tied. "Decency demands I ask if you're alright?"
Rebekah shrugs. "Screw decency. If you were interested, you could ask, though." She says as she makes her way out of the gym and heads for the cafeteria. "The name's Rebekah." She adds, in case the boy had no idea who she was this early in the school year. "Coming to lunch?"
"It is overrated." He admits with a sigh, "/Are/ you okay?" This is asked with as much a genuine tone as he can muster. "I know who you are. I'm not new." He then adds with a faint chuckle. "Just quiet." He turns to give her a small glance over, though his eyes fall on her hair for a moment longer than it should. "I like your hair. It's pretty." As for going to lunch, he nods and begins toward the hallway, along with the girl of course.
Rebekah nods. "I'm alright. Some guys think that co-ed sports means they can get all handsy. I'll show him otherwise one of these days." As he explains his position, she blushes and shrugs. "I can't assume. I'm typically blended in with the class pretty well." She blushes even deeper when he compliments her hair. "Wow.. Thanks. I try." Upon entering the cafeteria, she sees her friends and waves to them with a bright smile. "And you're Noah, right? The quiet kid."
Noah chuckles, shrugging gently as she hints at her own status. "Yeah." He allows seconds later, "But it's cool. I'm quiet by design." He wasn't always. There was a point in time when Noah ran with the same crowd the blond does. Of course, that was a long time ago. A whole two years ago! Before the bliss that is high school. "If you need to go sit with the other Barbies it's cool. I'm really shitty with gossip and I can't remember the last time I painted my nails. I'm pretty sure I'll weigh down the conversation." He smiles, hinting that it's a joke, rather than a cut-down.
Rebekah shrugs and finds a table. "I don't mind." She takes a seat. "I'll take my penance for it later, as they make fun of me to my face." She says, with a sigh and pulls out a meager nutritious lunch from her bag. "Shitty with gossip because you can't keep up, or you just don't care?" She asks while she takes a bite of her whole wheat sandwich, not having an issue with swearing.
Noah nods, settling at the nearest table. "Well.." he thinks for a few seconds, long enough to tug his own lunch free of his backpack. It's less healthy, a sandwich on white. Gasp! "Gossip seems pointless. It's like, you're basically forming a social lynch mod to berate people for things they did sixty minutes ago, which is basically fixating on the past /all the time/. I dunno about most people but I'm a little more interested in the present, or at the least the future. At the very least I have enough of my own bullshit to deal with that I don't need to know which cock Charlie sucked at homecoming at what hour. In fact," he laughs as second later, "I actually prefer the version of high school where I don't actually know whose sucked who and for what reason." Apparently the gossip in the boys locker room had a theme today!
Rebekah raises an eyebrow. "Wow... Were they doing it in the locker room, then?" She chuckles, both mocking and egging the boy on. "I didn't go to Homecoming. Now I know why. All the boys were going with the other boys." She doesn't care what Noah eats. She looks over at it and chuckles.. "I haven't had anything white in my mouth in ages." She says, giving the boy more fuel to go on. "Mom's the school nurse. She'd hang me if she caught me eating something that would pollute my bowels."
Noah grins, though her added material earns a disappointing, half-hidden laugh. "Yeah well..my dad doesn't care about what I eat so long as it's legal." Story there judging by his grin, but he doesn't dive into it now. "I didn't go to homecoming either. I jumped on the Bonnie Boyd bandwagon. Imagine my disappointment when no one else came. Bonnie included. Then I went to the arcade and topped final score on all the machines I could before they kicked me out." He takes a bite, finally, reaching to uncap the coke in his bag..which promptly threatens to foam over onto the table. He's smooth, he holds it over the floor instead. The table is saved and the cleaning crew have a new slip threat to worry about.
Rebekah shrugs. "It's Homecoming. It's hard to fight against the rising tide of bullshit when you feel you're one person. Maybe she thought she could fight it from within?" She shrugs. "I don't know. I can't possibly understand why anyone wouldn't want to go to Homecoming. It's like, skipping Prom om principal. Especially when you're nominated for Queen? That's just insane." She sees the soda spill and moves quickly to get herself out of the way of it, trying not to get a stain on her clothes. "The arcade? Why'd they kick you out, closing?"
Noah chuckles though he sends her a look filled with doubt. "I think she got a date." He allows with a laugh. "We're a;; shallow fish in a shallow sea." He's quoting something, but knowing Noah it's obscure and not on the best seller list. "It was late. I was being weird and I think the two cashiers wanted to make out." He shrugs, unbothered. "If it's so great, why didn't you go?"
Rebekah raises an eyebrow. "I'm a sophomore and I wasn't asked." She answers quickly enough. "And I'm not some old lesbian who needs to make a statement by going stag." She stops and blushes, angry at herself. "I'm sorry.. I... That was wrong of me to say." She looks to the boy as he explains. "Wow... for someone who's not a gossip, you sure know all the hookups." She smiles.
Noah laughs, "Well, you get points for not trying to make a point. No one ever makes the point they want to anyway." He takes another bite, though her words drag a muffled laugh from him. "Oh, believe me," he begins once he's swallowed the bite, "They find me. I just try to avoid it. It's never really interested me I guess. The whole high school romance parade. I'm sixteen. I'm not looking to find my soul mate in Algebra." He then pauses. "Though I keep being told by a friend of mine that this whole anti-high school romance is a product of the fact I've never had a girlfriend. I'd be tempted to believe her, but I hate proving people right. It makes me uncomfortable."
Rebekah smirks. "And maybe she's saying this because she wants to make-out with you?" She adds in her own professional opinion. "I haven't met anyone. plus it'd be difficult, especially here. My mom works here and my two older sibs go here, so it's like I'm on constant surveillance." She finishes most of her lunch, pushing it aside. "And Algebra? Yeah.. Hardly a romantic subject. Unless you're looking to write a poem of the square root of three..."
Noah chuckles, nodding. "That makes me feel sorry for her." He decides, smirking. As for her family circling wagons, he shrugs, "I learned over the summer that surveillance is really just another way for family to hug you. It's just a lot more uncomfortable and suffocating. Like how little kids hug puppies right before the life crushes out of them." He takes the final bite before the rest of the sandwich is dropped back into the pouch.
Rebekah chuckles and nods. "I know.. It's good." She says as she stands, putting her trash away and grabbing her bag. "I really should get to class. Thanks for catching me though." She says before waving.
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