Behind closed eyes [Oakley]

[masonkitkeller]

Behind closed eyes
Lie the minds ready to awakening you

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Mason was in a hurry, she needed to get to her psychology class before all the seats were taken. The girl loved that class, it as one of her favorites. But she had over slept, and if she arrived too late she'd probably have to sit in the back. Besides that, Mason loved being in time. Gave her time to look over her homework and finish mistakes.

As she opened the door to the lecture hall, where the class was located she glanced at the clock. Good it wasn't as late as she had thought it was. Her watch must of been acting up again. Smoothing down her tank, and her hair she made her way into the classroom.

"Where to sit?"she muttered to herself, glancing around. She could be so picky sometimes. The young girl just liked making sure she had a good view of the teacher. Being sixteen she had a disadvantage when it came to height. Sometimes it was hard to see when sitting behind someone so tall. Finally she was able to settle on the middle row of desks and made her way to a chair. Grabbing her things out of her backpack.

TAGGED ! [/color]Oakley/Hannah
MUSIC Sky is over - Serj Tankian
WORDS ! Lolidk?
OUTFIT ! Outfit
CREDIT ! MEELA! on CAUTION 2.0![/font][/size]

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Believe it or not, Oakley is a very smart girl despite her wrong choices with her sex life. The poor girl has issues, but with school work, she was pretty normal. Especially in her Psychology class. The human mind and how people thought out certain things fascinated her. For example, she was constantly analyzing why she was always thinking about Teddy. Why was her mind doing something her heart didn't want it to do? It all made her want to know more about how to analyze her mind as well as others. Hence the class.

The brunette was already seated slouched in the middle row, her feet kicked up on the chair in front of her, staring warily at the board. She never much liked coming to class, but learning she did like. Well that, and walking by Mr. Munroe's music class afterward. Sighing, Oakley began anticipating the class to begin. That is, until some blonde sat by her. 

Looking over her, Oakley scoffed at the hideous outfit she had on. It looked like the poor girl had pulled out the seventh grade yearbook and mimicked their pictures. As the girl sat down, Oakley smiled slyly. "So, Uh, hon, I think you're in the wrong building. Winchester Middle is east, not west. Pausing she gave the girl another once over before opening her mouth to finish with "And did you raid your mommy's closet today?", her voice drenched in disrespect.

[masonkitkeller]

As Mason sat down, and made herself comfortable she pulled out her homework. Opening the book to last nights page, and following the pursuit with her notebook she started to check for mistakes. The girl didn't even realize she was sitting next to Oakley until the girl addressed her.

Mason was used to girls like this from High school, and school in general. Some girls just couldn't advance from the bitch phase, or they started taking extra bitch pills. She looked at Oakley. "No I'm in the right place. Thanks for the unneeded concern."she said rolling her eyes and then looking at the paper.

If Mason had learned anything from High school it was this: Never let the mean girl get away with the upper hand. That makes them think they can always push you around. "Someone must of had a great big bowl of bitch flakes this morning."she said rolling her eyes. "You can pick out flaws in my clothes, good for you. It's pretty pathetic though. That you think that hurts me." It didn't hurt. Mason loved her clothes. Her mom had great style in her opinion.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Looking over the poor girl's outfit, a sly smirk crept onto Oakley's face. All she could think about was how awful those tights were. And those shorts? What the actual Hell were those anyway? They looked like they had come from a fucking doll out of the American Girl catalogue. Oh God, And those shoes. There were no words. 

Her eyes rising up to look the blonde in the face, she crossed her arms over her chest and laughed a little. "Well, well, well. You gotta little mouth on you dont'cha?" she said, almost in an offended manner. She wasn't obviously. She didn't get offended. She offended others. That was how it worked. Apparently this child didn't understand that yet.

Taking a circle around Mason, she pretend to analyze the outfit once again, though she was really just thinking of ways to make he cry with her next comments. Perhaps she had eaten some bitch flakes that morning. "Hon, excuse me for not thinking you belong here." she said almost sincerely and sweetly as she made it back to her place. "But, normally, around here, people actually wear clothes that don't look like they belong to a five year old...from the '80s" Stepping closer then, she leaned over to whisper in Mason's ear. "Tip if you want to survive here: If you're going to  wear hearts all over your clothes like you're fucking Cupid or something, at least make them match."

[masonkitkeller]

Mason was looking at her notebook, as she worked on the homework. Not really caring what the other girl had to say. words didn't hurt, unless you wanted them to hurt. So she pushed back some of her hair, and looked the girl straight in the eye.

"Good for you."she said. 'You have enough brain function to look at someones outfit, and find alll the flaws in it.'she rolled her eyes. 'Because that really matters in life. I am so going to school here, for your approval and not to improve myself intellectually.'

She smoothed down her tank top, Mason wasn't bothered at all by what she thought. She had dealt with worse from her high school, and she learned to adapt and thrive. 'Now.'she said. "Do us all a favor, and stop eating all those bitch flakes, and drinking Cunt oj. You obviously think that by flinging insults about my clothes i'll cry. That's rather pathetic you know that right? what happened? did daddy not hug you enough? or did he hug you too much? stop concentrating your problems into pure bitch and go see a therapist like everyone else.'

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Hearing this coming from Mason was almost like seeing a mouse bite an elephant. It just SHOULDN'T HAPPEN. There were laws. Oakley was royalty, this bitch was just a mere dot on her radar. She had no right to talk to someone of such high ranking. Okay, so Oakley had no right talking to the little teenager like the way she had either, but obviously that wasn't important at the moment. It was never Oakley's fault, to her at least.

Her jaw dropping slightly, her eyebrows furrowing, she remained silent for a moment. It seemed she'd met her match at this school. Who would've known it'd be a mere sweet 16er. What were you supposed to say to that? She couldn't just stand there like a bug on a log, she had to do something! Biting her lip, she sat back down in her seat before turning to look at Mason again. "Look, kid I don't give a flying shit what you say about me, but when you get on the subject of my Fucking home life, I don't stand for that. So, to answer your question, my dad didn't hug me. No, he was hardly around. But I'm pretty damn sure he has nothing to do with the way I'm speaking to you right now. Your outfit compelled me. I mean really, you can wear whatever you want, but did you honestly think people were going to disregard your outfit choice? Because if so, you might need to be the one going to therapy. I do not." she spat. Turning away. Bitch...

[masonkitkeller]

Mason turned her page in her pysch book. The key to all of this, was to not let people notice what you said effected them. Oakley was obviously bothered by what she said, and Mason had to admit she didn't care. Not having your father didn't make it ok to turn you into a raging bitch.

She looked at her. "Oh?"she said. "But it has everything to do with it. You're so obviously attention starved that you'll do anything for a reaction.'she said as she looked at the page and then her homework. "So you act out, and are a raging bitch towards people that have never done anything to you."she looked at her. "Good luck with handling life after college."

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Oh, but to Oakley it did make it okay. After all, she would be a lovely girl if she hadn't had the need to get her father's attention. Being a mean person was her only way of getting her emotions out. Yes, she had analyzed her emotions over and over. Maybe that's why she was taking this class, not to become a psychiatrist, but to see what the hell was wrong with her.

Turning her head to give the little sixteen year old a glare, she opened her big mouth again. This time, she wasn't out for petty insults. She just wanted to get her point across. "You know, I don't think it's fair for you to call me out on being a bitch. Nor is it okay for you to falsely believe I won't get on well after college. Last time I checked, you need to have a little oomf to you in the real world. And you, miss, can't even say you'll be alright after college. You'll be twenty, looking for a career. Because, you know, you're sixteen. You've skipped a whole section of your life that you NEED. I;ll be fine after college. You're the one who's gonna go crying to your mommy when someone treats you in a way that is any less than cordial." she said, just as calm as if they were talking about the weather. She was done with this conversation. She had bigger, OLDER fish to fry.

[masonkitkeller]

Mason finished her homework and put down the pencil calmly. Then closing the notebook, she quietly flipped to the pages written on the board in front of the class. ugh the girl was talking to her again.

Mason looked at her. "I'm not the one thinking people are going to roll over with a few insults.'she said. "Do that in the workplace, you're out of a job. Do it to the wrong person you'll get shoot.'she said looking at her paper. "Do you see me crying to my mother? no. I'm the one trying to make sure all my homework is done, you're the one who keeps attacking me. I am defending myself."

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Oakley wasn't even listening now. All she could think about was how pissed she was at this girl! The attitude, the nonchalant way she handled the situation, her ugly clothes; Everything about her was wrong. Instead of listening to Mason, Oakley just planned her next comments.

Turning her head slowly to face Mason, a smile crept on Oakley's face before the girl quickly took hold of Mason's skinny little arm, pulling her towards her roughly. "I just wanted you to understand, sweetheart. I'm at the top of the food chain here, and that attitude you're giving me right now? Isn't going to cut it." Tightening her grip before letting go, she gave Mason one last glare before standing and making her way out of the class room. Before she took another step, she stopped in her tracks and turned on her heels. "Next time, know who you're messing with. I can 'attack' you whenever I want. Have a nice day, bitch." she said before walking away. Next stop? Teddy's class. He always knew how to cheer her up after all.

(End?)