Jeramy+Seb well it's about time! Detention hall.

[pj]

Detention.

Yes, yes here he was. Detention, I’ll say it again in case you did hear the first time TURN YOUR HEARING AID UP GRADMAR! For some people detention seemed to be like a magnet, always getting drawn it. Jeramy, little Jeramy was one of those people, though he didn’t like detention he was destined to spend his school days milling about this small room where, surprisingly not a teacher stud watched only to lock you in for a good hour or so.

The boy sat slumped on a intolerable chair, how did he get hear? Well, it could have been for the cigarette they found in his hand...or it could have been the fact he was giving a handjob to a very hansom guy, it was his only fault really they where lying out in the sun lounging about toward the back of the tack field, yeah because no one would check back there? Fools.

Oh Jeramy, always the class act.

On second thought it could have also the smell of pot that clung to his clothes, it was no secret that little Jeramy liked weed. Though it was unfortunate that he’d decided to have a hit before he left his dorm room, now Jeramy was not a harden stoner. Not at all but with the stresses of school and personal shit that wouldn’t leave him along...you couldn’t blame him right? It was amazing he hadn’t been chucked out there and then, though another donation from his father he was back. That bastard, Jeramy would have told him to kiss his ass but then he’d lost count on times his father had done it with, or without invitation.

His head banged against the book that lay opened, yet unread on the table in front of him. Jeramy let a small moan of pain but didn’t bother to rub his reddening forehead, this day would never end. It was official! He would die here, die in this hell hole and they wouldn’t find his body because no one would bother come to check on him.

[Anna]

So, they finally caught him sneaking out. So what? Sebastien thought the whole situation was completely unwarrented. He hadn't done shit, and now he had to sacrifice and hour of his life to sitting in some stuffy room with a couple other boys?

It had gone like this: Sebastien had recieved a text message from a boy in town, Lex was his name, who he'd met on his last trip in. The text -- well, you'll just have to use your imagination (Seb sure didn't have to, the way Lex described things), but needless to say, it was an offer he couldn't refuse.

On his trek back in, smelling of sex and smoke, stupid fucking Mr. Cornell had caught him by the elbow and demanded where he'd been.

He'd replied, simply, "In town."

"Doing what, exactly?"

Sebastien had raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled. "Exactly?" he'd repeated. "Well, sir, if you want, I can describe the exact positions for you..."

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Lenoire."

When Sebastien merely responded, "Shame is a product of education," he'd been immediately marched to this cramped room, where he would apparently be forced to 'think about what he had done'.

Yeesh. Maybe of Mr. Cornell got laid more often, he wouldn't have been so judgmental.

He sighed dramatically and leaned on his elbow. He needed something to do before he went crazy. When he'd sat down, he noticed the boy in front of him smelled horribly of stale pot. He'd dismissed the idea of bargaining with him, but a half an hour into detention, the idea was starting to seem entertaining.

He reached forward a finger and poked him gently on the back. "Hey, Mary Jane," he said in a low voice, that without meaning to, always seemed slightly seductive. "Who supplies your poison?"

[pj]

Little Jeramy could recall the whole conversation well, argument with the bull dyke of a gym teacher. There was a cough, then a spunk covered hand...then a shriek, really it was kinda funny! If you could have only see the look on her face, it was so red Jeramy thought he'd have to call an ambulance though instead he proclaimed. "Geez It's just fucking spunk," He was a heap full of trouble as it was, may as well add cussing to the list of common decency offenses. It was so George Michelle it hurt!

Lost in his own thoughts he hardly heard the words emitting from the person behind him, for a second he sat there in a dazed wonder before the words caught up with him. What was his poison? Confused for a second he turned halfway on his chair to look at hansom boy behind him, of course he was talking about narcotics. Jeramy's go to drug was obviously weed, you just had to smell him to figure that one out but he'd also experimented LSD and poppers...but that was a necessity sometimes!

Oh Jeramy.

He didn't bother questioning the boys intentions they where both in the same boat...or prison, however you wanted to look at it really. "T-there's a-a guy in the c-city, I u-usually get c-caught by board patrol on m-my way back though." He stammered before turning himself back around in his seat with hands clasped behind his heck as he emitted a small yawn.

(Crap crap crap >.< fell free to shoot me))

[Anna]

Sebastien smiled at the boy's stammer, and caught his shoulder so he couldn't turn back around. "Relax," he said, amused that some people were so flustered at the mention of such things, but also equally surprised that he had answered. "I'm not trying to interrogate you."

He gave a swift glance around the classroom, saw their teacher feverishly reading some dull book at the front and paying very little attention to them, before hopping over his desk and falling into the chair beside the stranger.

He lowered his voice, and gave a charming smile. Lure him in before sealing the deal. "Although, I gotta tell you, man, it's going to get harder to go in and out of the city during the school year. Have you thought about that?"

[pj]

Little Jeramy glanced at the hand on his shoulder then at the other but, he was relaxed...well as relaxed as Jeramy could be when faced with the task of interacting with new people. One eyebrow raised as the boy spoke. He glanced at the teacher that guarded them, though she hadn't looked up from that strange little book the whole time he'd been here.

Jeramy didn't know what to make of the boy as he jumped over to occupy the empty seat next to him, he shifted in his seat eyes glancing for a second at the boy before dropping down to the fingers that pulled apart the fraying edges of his jumper.

He quietly listened to the boys chatter as he internally rolled his eyes, "I-I um-" Jeramy took a deep breath getting frustrated with himself as he stammered on, "I n-never th-though about it b-before." Which was true, he hadn't...It was going to get harder but he thought he'd just cross that bridge when he came to it. "I'll r-r-risk i-it." Jeramy said simply returning to his untangling sleeve.

[Anna]

It always amused him how nervous people got talking about things like this. He wondered if it was Eddingborough that did it to people -- back home, everyone dealed with it quietly, with as little words as possible, but at least with a knowing smile or wink, as though they were two friends sharing an inside joke.

He tilted his head as the words stuttered out of his mouth, inwardly hoping it was he who was having the affect on the boy. He loved making people nervous.

Unfortunately, nervous wasn't good for business, and so he replaced the smirk with a friendly smile and decided he would leave the subject be. He waved his hand, as though brushing the topic away, and said, "Forget I said anything. Just let me know if you have any trouble, I'd be happy to help you out."

He paused, eyes trailing on the boys fingers. If the boy was picking at it out of nerves, then that sweater was going to be a pile of thread by the time Seb got done with him.

"So, what'd you do?" He gestured around the detention hall, and then fell forward to lean on his palm, a look of rapt attention on his face. People loved talking about themselves. It always warmed them up.

[pj]

He glanced back up at the woman, he tilted his head slightly not really interesting what she was reading but it calmed his mind to focus on something meaningless than talking to this man. A sigh floated through his lips as the other spoke again, "Y-y-yeah s-sure." He grunted in frustration, why did God inflict him with this thing...well no it wasn't fair to blame God it was his pervert of a father. Fucker.

Jeramy's eyes darted back down to his sleeve and a smirk crept on his fact as the other boy asked what he did, lie or tell the truth? "I g-g-got caught giving a handy j-job to guy." He said simply not looking up from his meaningless task, though he really was lucky not to have been chucked out there and then!

"W-what you do?" He asked rather aimlessly, he wasn't big on small talk but he supposed it would help make the time run faster, it just felt like the second hand was taking the complete and utter piss! God he must seem like a nervous reck which just wasn't true...he just felt awkward around people he didn't know.

[omgz...shoot me right now please.]