I have bad idea written all over me { PAFP; Girl needed }

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    ✩ Tyler Garner || Eighteen

    Deep breath in. Cigarette smoke fills the lungs. Slow breath out. A trail of smoke is seen leaving lips and disappearing into the air.


    Just another day. A young boy can be seen walking up to the front of the high school, cigarette held between the fingers of one hand while the other holds a torn up backpack upon his shoulder. A new cut is seen splitting his upper lip, and a fresh bruise is coming to light on his cheek bone. Just another cut. Just another bruise. Just another image of Tyler that will be recalled whenever his name is brought up.


    A huff of amusement escaped his lips as he thought of his name. Tyler Garner. Garner. The last name of a no good criminal. Tyler, the son of a no good criminal. His blazing blue eyes glanced around him at the groups beginning to form in front of the school steps, seeing jocks and nerds alike. Girls either eyed him with lust, or crept away. Jocks either smirked or glared. Nerds either awed or avoided all together. This was the high school life of Tyler, and what he had come to expect with every passing day, every passing minute.


    Why am I even here? He drew another puff of cigarette smoke as he leaned his head back to look at the sky. As usual, he had to practically fight his way here. His father, Thompson Garner, had made it a point to made sure Tyler knew that he belonged in the south part of town. He frowned as his father's words echoed in his head. "You're my boy. MY boy. And this life, this part of town, is all you have, and all you'll ever know." Tyler flicked his cigarette. "That schoolin' ain't for you. You ain't smart enough to make it very far anyways." Tyler stopped and dropped the cigarette, snuffing it out with his big black boot. He had no idea why he was still walking to the doors, much less walking on the property. Perhaps his father was right. What could a kid like him accomplish in a world like this?


    Tyler let out a low growl and moved forward again, running a hand through his brunette strands. Maybe it was because he was too stubborn for his own good, or perhaps he was just rebelling against his father once more. Either way, his steps began to quicken as he moved to the steps of the school. He would get through this day. He would move through the halls like a ghost, being avoided at every corner. Hell, maybe another fight will break out again. Either way, he wasn't sure he would be sticking around this place much longer anyways. What was the point?


    {{ Hey there! Thanks for sticking with me this far! So I'll get straight to the point: Tyler Garner is the son of a well known criminal gang leader. His father has been to jail several times, though is either always let out early or bailed out. Tyler is suppose to be following in his footsteps. Dressing in black, smoking, drinking, skipping school, getting in fights, sleeping around. This is the front that Tyler puts up for everyone, even if it isn't true. Y/C is Tyler's polar opposite. The good girl that takes school seriously, has a plan or the start of one for her future, may be considered the teacher's pet. But what happens when two polar opposites collide without meaning two? When sparks begin to fly, school life is lit up and rumors begin to spread. But when Tyler's life begins to bleed into school, all bounds made will be put to possibly the final test. }}


    I'm looking for an active, semi-advanced to advanced partner. Be creative, keep me posted on low activity, and just have fun here! Anything goes so let any ideas be known!



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    Elizabeth Feliks || 18


    It was an average day for the honors student as she was dropped at her high school. Another day and another A. Her school life was the thing that controlled most of her decisions and held the most importance in her life currently. Not that she minded, being the over achiever she really was. If there was a science project, she'd do extra research or if it was an AP class, extra studying and pulling all nighters. The girl wanted the best college and the best life for herself.


    Her name was Elizabeth Feliks. At this point, she was sure a thing for Valedictorian and hopefully, multiple scholarships that could pay for college. Her family wasn't the richest and she hoped to pursue any and every job that could make her happier in the future. But she didn't want to live off of loans that put her in more debt. Unlike the other girls who only cared about their looks and their dates, she was completely taken in her search for colleges and academic scholarships. Elizabeth was often considered a bit of a geek and overly obsessed with her GPA but she couldn't see how others weren't as concerned about their future as well.


    She headed into school with a sigh as the usual cliques hung out outside the school and near their friends lockers. She herself wasn't in a clique and didn't have a lot of friends admittedly but she didn't mind much. She was never a social butterfly anyway. Elizabeth walked to her locker and grabbed some of her textbooks and notebooks, neatly sliding them into her book bag before closing her locker. Just as she turned around, she bumped into something- no, someone. "Oh, I'm sorry." She apologized as she looked up at him. Elizabeth didn't recognize him but the boy was someone that already seemed like trouble just by looking at his face and the injuries upon it. Of course, she had heard the name 'Garner' before while listening to the news while she did her homework but she could hardly put a face to the name nor did she ever listen to the rumors going around at school.

    ✩ Tyler Garner || Eighteen

    { Love her! }


    Shoving his hands into his jacket pocket, Tyler walked through the halls without any care if anyone was in the way. They would move, or be moved, anyways. Dressed in dark jeans, large black boots, a tight black t-shirt, and a large crimson hoodie, he wasn't exactly putting on the welcoming look. Beneath the shirt, you could make out the muscles that rippled in his abs and chest.


    However, during the time he wasn't paying attention as he walked, he felt his body hit up against another. Already, he knew the frame was smaller as he couldn't quite see their eyes without looking down. His hand had come from his pocket to grasp their arm in case he knocked them off their feet, though he wasn't exactly sure how hard the bump had been. You need to start paying attention, he silently scolded himself, but then realized those were his father's words once more.


    Quickly he released the arm and took a step away, avoiding eye contact. "Sorry," he mumbled, not being one to really speak out much. Others would say differently as he had had a lot of girl in the past, but it seemed many girls liked the dark, quiet type. He didn't have to say much and he'd have them in bed at some point. His gaze moved back towards the one he had knocked into and immediately began to take notes.


    His gaze was calculating and observant, and he soon put two and two together. Elizabeth Feliks. He didn't know her personally, but he knew he had a few classes with her since her name came up with good grades all the time. His own grades weren't bad, weren't completely passing but weren't bad. But it seemed her grades always came up higher and higher.


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    She nodded slightly at his short apology as she adjusted her sweater and looked over the boy for a bit more before realizing he was semi familiar. Elizabeth had definitely seen Tyler in some of her classes, though she'd never really took a notice in him before that. This wasn't entirely surprising since she hardly took a look at most of the kids. "... You're in some of my classes, right? Isn't your name Taylor- Wait no, Tyler?" She murmured as she looked him over.


    She sounded a little rude, not that she could tell. But she was not a very social person and obviously didn't seem to be a bit impolite on purpose when she was talking. Admittedly, it didn't help that when someone started talking to her it was for answers on quiz or test or it was to ask her to let someone copy her paper. All of which was quite vexing to say the least. But she was used to it and normally declined to giving them any answers she'd done herself. How would anyone learn anything like that if they just begged for the answers? It was pathetic from her own point of view.


    Elizabeth gave him a small nod and said, "Well, Tyler, sorry again but for I have to get to class early." She said, dismissing him at the moment, not seeming as scared by him nor as intimidated by him as others. The history teacher had called her early to start discussing some extra credit for her, specifically a study group. Being in a AP history class was great and boosted her GPA up greatly, however it was at an ninety-two. So close to being a complete A for the class. The girl headed to the history room and spoke to the teacher more about it along with the other kids that were also in need of some extra credit.


    The teacher, Mrs. Cortez, explained that it would be history study group; to help lower students in normal classes boost their grades while the extra credit kids tutored them. How many points the lower student's went up grade wise would be how many points the extra credit kids would get for extra credit. Students would be randomly assigned to one person that they'd tutor or be tutored by. For some students they'd be forced to be tutored, while others could sign up to be tutored. At the end of the day, they'd stay back for the students they'd be assigned to tutor. Not to hard right? Not like she had any plans.

    ✩ Tyler Garner || Eighteen

    Tyler ran a hand over the back of his neck as she attempted to guess his name, wondering if this girl actually knew who he was or not. Probably not since she seemed to have her nose in her school books all the time anyways. "It's Tyler," he muttered finally. However, he didn't give his last name. There's was no point. She would find it out later on anyways.


    He listened as she had to go to class early, realizing that this was indeed Elizabeth. Who else would go to their classes early? He didn't say anything as she moved away, shrugging lightly. He knew he too would have to head to class, but he wasn't about to rush. I won't be around too long anyways. He sighed and began to make his way towards the class.


    History. Not a hard class until he had to keep up with all the different dates. Tyler was good at keeping a schedule, really, but when it came to history he was at a loss. Oh well. It wasn't like it mattered now. He silently cursed himself for practically giving up, but what was he going to do? Being here may be his only escape from home, but it made his home life even more miserable simply because his father saw no need for it.


    He stepped into the classroom, late as normal, taking his seat without looking up. He didn't care about the looks he got from the other students or the teacher either. He slouched in his seat, folded his arms, and kicked back.


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    Elizabeth sat down in her chair as class started. She took out her notes and binder as the bell rung out. Students filed into classroom, some right as it rang and some barely making it before the tardy bell. It was easy to tell the slacker from the achievers in the class just by looking around at the students. She could tell by their posture, how prepared they were, and their expressions. Something that was easy to tell but she didn't even socialize much with any of the students.


    As Tyler headed in to the classroom late, Mrs. Cortez seemed to be in the middle of addressing the class. "... Mr. Garner, please take your seat. Now, back to what I was saying, everyone who is failing or on the verge of it must stay after today. Of course if you would like to come for the extra help, you may. Some students want extra credit and are willing to offer their help to others. It will be one on one study group with randomly assigned. The ones that have to go, you know who you are so let me save you the embarrassment by not calling out your name now. But if you don't show up, I won't hesitate to call you out."

    ✩ Tyler Garner || Eighteen

    Tyler had just begun to tune in as the teacher spoke of staying after. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. Great. Now I either have to stay or get publicly called out... Again. But a one on one study group? How was he suppose to do this? He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to think through his options. If he left today, he could skip without being called out. But that also meant giving into what his father said and being trapped at home because of it. His stubborn side roared at that option.


    Even though Tyler didn't exactly do well at school, he did try. While he didn't let anyone know it, he did study and do his homework, even if he wasn't good at it. He wanted to prove his sorry excuse for a father wrong. He wanted to prove he was smart enough to be here, smart enough for a different life.


    On the other hand, if he stayed and showed up, he risked either pulling someone into his life, or dumping them in the middle of this study group thing. Tyler believed he was alone for a reason apart from the one night stands. No one needed to know about what went on at his home.


    I guess I have no choice...He drummed his fingers against the desk impatiently, looking at the clock as he wished for time to go faster. He chewed on his lip slightly, though he was careful not to make his current injury worse. Why did he always end up in these situations?


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    Elizabeth headed to the library, a place the teacher set for the students to study after school, along with a few others that either came there voluntarily or came because they had to. Either way she had her notes ready and was happy to help her assigned partner, mainly for the extra credit. Though depending on the student, it'd be a struggle if she got someone who didn't care about advancing to the next grade level or correcting themselves. But she was determined to get the extra credit no matter who the student was.


    She entered the library and sat at one of the many round tables. The teacher stood at a wooden podium that sat in the center of the tables with two bowls. One was labeled, 'Tutors' and the other was labeled, 'Students'. Both were filled with small scraps of folded paper with all the students who were coming names on them in their respective bowls. "We will wait five more minutes for those who haven't arrived yet before we assign students to tutors. Remember... The goal here is to improve everyone's overall grades and to even get some on the right pathway before graduation." Mrs. Cortez announced as she looked over the students that shown up. Meanwhile she took out her notebook full of neatly written notes and her binder as if it was the start of their normal history class.

    ✩ Tyler Garner || Eighteen

    Tyler stood outside the school, finishing off his cigarette as he leaned against the brick wall. I'll have to go to the library soon. He blew out smoke as he leaned his head back, looking at the sky. His father wouldn't be too happy that he wasn't home by now. Probably would try to start another fight. He threw his cigarette down and snuffed it out, giving a shrug to no one in particular. Maybe I'll get another scar to add to the collection.


    Sighing, he pushed off the wall and rolled his shoulders, heading back into the school. There was no point in delaying this any further. He made his way down the halls, checking the time. He was going to walk in late... again. Oh well. He saw the library doors up ahead but kept his pace even. No need to rush really. When he finally did arrive, he pushed the doors open and glanced around, his gaze catching those who were there. Two things were certain. One, he wasn't going to enjoy this. Two, he knew Elizabeth would be here.


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    Once again as Tyler came in late, Mrs. Cortez was in the middle of talking to the group of teenagers as a whole. The history teacher noticed him and smiled. "Oh, Mr. Garner, Your decided to come here after all. Take a seat. We were just in the middle of pulling names from the bowls and there's only two pairs left. Luckily your name hasn't been called yet so you didn't miss a whole lot." She started drawing two names, one from each bowl. "Tutor is.... Katie Woods... and student is.... Seth Wallace." As she called out the students name, a girl, supposedly Katie, let out what sounded like a sigh of relief, happy to not have gotten Tyler as her partner.


    "So that leaves Tyler Garner and Elizabeth Feliks. Everyone pair up with your partners and get to it. You can all go home in an hour." The teacher instructed, before sitting down at a near by the rest of the students to monitor their activities. Meanwhile Elizabeth looked over at Tyler, recognizing him as the boy she met earlier this morning and started to gather her things, keeping her notes in her hands as she headed over to her partner. She sat down at his table. "I believe we met this morning, right? Nice to meet you. So lets start off with your worst section in history. What is it or what is it that you have the most difficulty learning?" Elizabeth asked, getting straight to the point.

    ✩ Tyler Garner || Eighteen

    Tyler stopped dead in his tracks as he heard his name being called, and then that of his partner. You have to be kidding me! He looked over at the group and quickly spotted Elizabeth. She wasn't that hard to find in the crowd, and he knew she would do everything to make sure that his grades went up.


    He ran a hand over his face, sighing slightly. He couldn't believe this was happening. He looked up as Elizabeth as she drew closer, nodding as she spoke of them meeting before. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, shaking his head lightly. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled as he looked to the side.


    There was really no point in doing this in his mind. He was going to figure something out, anything to get away from home and make his own path. If that meant leaving school to do it, so be it. But as long as he was out of his house, he didn't care.


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    Elizabeth sighed at his response. This was going to be a challenge but she wouldn't give up easily. "Look, obviously from your attitude you were forced to be here. Which means either you're failing or you're close to it. This is your last chance to shape up before college. Any college could get you a decent job, even the community colleges, but if you don't want to go to college, you should at least attempt for your degree. But if you lose that by failing your classes, the best you're going to get is minimum wage jobs and life full of living pay check to pay check. So if you even care about a better future, at least pass high school." She lectured with a shake of her head.


    She opened her notes to the first page and looked up at him. "Since you don't want to choose a place to start, we're starting at the beginning of the course. The Renaissance and Humanism. I'm going to ask you some questions to see how to handle you and teach you some things, Okay? I'm going from simple to harder questions. First of all, what country did the renaissance start in?" She started, closing her notes so he couldn't see any of the correct answers or get any hints to the answer. She brushed a strand of her hair behind her ears and waited for an answer from him.

    ✩ Tyler Garner || Eighteen

    Tyler looked at Elizabeth as she lectured him, silent as she went on and on. This was obviously going to be harder getting out of here than he thought. He looked away, chewing the inside of his cheek until he heard her notebook close. Looking back, he noticed she was looking at him as she waited to hear his answer. Truth was, he hadn't really been listening.


    He leaned forward, resting his arms against the table as he folded his hands. "Did it ever occur to you, straight-a's, that not everyone wants to go to college?" His voice was low and his eyes narrow. "Not everyone has college in their future." Of course, he was lying. He would want to go to college, but with his father that was next to impossible. It was probably for the best that he not attend college. No payment, looking out for himself, no homework. Life of luxury. You're such a lair. However, he wasn't going to let on to anyone about any of this anyways.


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    "I never said you had to go to college, the whole point of me saying all of that was to tell you to get your high school degree to get a semi decent job. Everyone has college in there future, but it's their choice to take advantage of that. If you need money go apply for a loan or a few scholarships, you're legally an adult Tyler, act like one. If you don't want to go to college that's perfectly fine, but either way try to pass your classes and graduate so you don't get some low minimum wage job." She sighed looking at him, already figuring out that he toned her out the last time she talked.


    "And with your attitude, you'd be lucky to keep a minimum wage job within a year in the first place. You can't listen nor can you answer the question I gave you. Your the son of that one criminal right? If you intended to follow in his footsteps, I highly doubt you would be here. So I'd advise that you at least pull your grades together and get a diploma if you don't want to go to college." Elizabeth added, being brutally honest. "However we both need this tutoring session, so lets start already."

    ✩ Tyler Garner || Eighteen

    The look Tyler now gave her was one of shock and amusement. He wasn't use to other students telling him off like this, though at the mention of his father, his brow furrowed and he glared to the side. It was a look of pure hate, though in it would never be seen in front of his father. That was something he learned the hard way, and had the scar to prove it. He was silent as she came to an end, staying completely still as if to weigh his options here.


    He had half a mind to simply get up and walk out. He didn't need this. He didn't have to go through with this. He could try to make it on his own, drop out and get far away from here. But she had a point. He didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps, and dropping out may just seal his fate that way. Running a hand through his hair, he lightly growled as he leaned back in his chair once more. "Alright fine," he grumbled. "I'll go through with all this... for now." There was no way he was going to make a promise towards this at all.


    However, Elizabeth had managed to amuse him slightly. "Didn't know straight-a's had guts," he smirked as he looked at her once more. It was entertaining, but he knew that he shouldn't grow to fond of it. Having her lecture him wouldn't prove to be very fun if it happened more than once. Though he had enjoyed seeing it that once.


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    She smiled a bit in victory as the male gave into her. That was one step in the right direction toward her extra credit and to get him to pass the class. If she kept this up, she could easily get him on track for now on and she might even impress the teacher with her tutoring skills. Elizabeth definitely saw some potential in the boy and wouldn't even think to give up on him now. "Good, it's about time you came around." She said still smiling a bit as she looked over him.


    "Guts? Why do you say that? Your father is the criminal, not you. As far as I'm concerned, you're just another high school kid that doesn't think about their future before acting. You're nothing to fear unless I see you start doing something crazy and stupid that harms others, like starting fights or setting fires randomly." Elizabeth added on with a shake of her head. She didn't see a point in fearing him even if he seemed like a troubled kid. Appearances weren't everything to a person and Elizabeth held that to be true. She made it a rule not to judge based on appearances alone.


    "Now, if we're getting started finally and for the second time, back to my earlier question, what country did the renaissance start in, Tyler?" She asked looking over the eighteen year old once more, keeping her notes closed at the moment.