Realistic or Modern The Nerd & The Jock | Closed with Satanic Nightjar

[goodbyeskyharbor]

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It’s safe to say that spending her Friday night at a high school football game isn’t Satomi Noda’s ideal way to pass the time. She’d rather be in her room, studying in relative peace before perhaps putting on a documentary later if her parents were kept back late at work, but a bet was a bet. She should’ve known better to play her friends’ silly games, but at the very least, they’ve allowed her to come to the game her way. And what is her way, you may ask? Well, she’s sitting in the stands with a blank expression, earplugs in, attention glued to a textbook. Her friends are… disappointed, to say the least, but she pushes away their words. She came. That is the extent of her joining in the school spirit.

The game seems to pass by quickly, at least. She’s sure that’s because she brought along her own entertainment, unaware yet game had concluded until her friend nudges her and speaks loud enough for her to hear. She wants to get out of here right away, but she doubts that will be possible. Her friends want to socialise, there talk of attending a party after, but she’ll likely get out of that one. They know what her parents are like, and that she isn’t one to rebel. Now that they’ve gotten her here, they’ve seemed to kind of give up, so as they leave to go mix with their fellow students, she decides to stay behind and read, sure that everyone is too preoccupied to bother her.

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

Taylor "T.J" Jackson
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The final score of the game blinks on the score board, and at the sight of it Taylor's team erupts into triumphant hollering, back-slapping, and hugging. She's already fully aware of the score, having subconsciously counted each and every goal up in her head (a good deal of which she'd made herself, mind you), but tolerates the few teammates brave enough to approach her. Instead of yelling, she yanks off her helmet, runs a hand through her hair, and grins almost arrogantly at the crowd, which is entirely on it's feet.

Well, almost entirely.

Cheerleaders flood onto the field, teachers yell corny encouragements in the direction of the team, students jump up and down, and in the midst of all the chaos, a single girl is sitting in the bleachers, utterly ignoring the world, a book pulled up to her nose. Taylor squints, blinking as if she's somehow unsure of what she's seeing, then scowls, starts to turn away, then thinks better of it. Five minutes, she thinks, clenching her teeth, and beginning to make her way towards the crowded stairs.

"Excuse me," she growls. "Oh for God's sake, move- I mean, sorry, excuse me."

Her promised five minutes has long since passed when she reaches the row of the anonymous book-reader, but at this point she's too determined to go back to her team. Shoving through the few kids between them, finally she's within earshot.

"Hey!" TJ shouts, loud enough to be heard over the crowd, and hopefully over the earbuds lodged in the girl's ears. "The hell are you doing?"

 

[goodbyeskyharbor]

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Satomi is content to remain in her own world. Her friends are happy and celebrating with everyone else, and she's happy in her own way, counting down the minutes until her friends will leave for a party and give her a ride home on the way. There, responsibility fulfilled, and hopefully her friends would never force her to come to one of these absolutely dreadful things ever again. At first, the yelling seemed to blend into the crowd for her, more focused on the book than anything else, but it didn't take long for her to realise that she was actually being spoken to. It wasn't Yukie, trying to drag her into the pitiful celebration on the field, or Haruka, having some dig at her for being such a stick in the mud. It was one of the football players, and she didn't even bother to hide her distaste. Great. This would be a treat.

"What's it to you?" The response was not sufficient, it only meant to buy her some time. She plucked out her earbuds and cringed at the amplified noise now entering her ears, placing the buds in a little pouch in her bag, then turned back to the football player. Really, what was her deal? One person not singing her praises with everyone else and the world had to end? It proved her point completely. Football players were childish buffoons, only so devoted to their beloved sport because they were too stupid to do anything else. It was certainly a cruel and unfair thought, but when Satomi made her mind up about something, it usually stuck. Most people who had encountered her had quickly discovered she was the most stubborn person they would likely ever meet.

She slung her back over her shoulder and shot her sigh over at the other. "It's none of your business, but my friends made me come to this thing. I chose to enjoy it in my own way," she muttered. Perhaps it was a little pathetic, but she was used to being a bit out of place. It was just what happened when her parents absolutely refused to let her actually be a teenager. "What the hell are you doing, exactly? Shouldn't you be down there with all the other hooligans, talking about how well you kicked the ball or something? Or can't you handle someone not worshipping the ground you walk on?" If there was someone who was not tactful or calm, it was certainly Satomi.

 

[Satanic Nightjar]

TJ stands for a few moments, staring rather blankly, utterly baffled. She's primarily caught between annoyance and amusement, unsure which one to act on. She's exceedingly frustrated by this strange girl, but simultaneously intrigued. A challenge. Taylor loves a challenge. Despite her best efforts, the corners of her lips begin to curl upwards into a smirk. "Well, I certainly do hope you enjoyed the game in your own way," she says, stepping forwards toward Satomi so she doesn't have to shout quite so loudly. "And I don't need the reassurance of my 'hooligans' that I kicked the ball well. I'm well aware that I did. Which perhaps you would know had you actually been watching."

She takes a look out at the field, where her teammates are slowly disappearing, headed off to what are certain to be the most extraordinary parties of their high school careers, then bites the inside of her lip and looks back at Satomi. Something about this girl - perhaps her stubbornness, or glaring disapproval - simply won't let her just walk away. TJ has always been strong-willed, competitive, stubborn; the attitude this - this nerd was giving completely threw out the window any notion of dropping the matter.

"As to why I came up here, I was just curious about your theories on.." - She glances down at the textbook in Satomi's hand - "..theoretical physics?" Her smirk widens.