Creek stood up slowly, he was really wobbly and his legs felt weak.
Probably because he hadn't walked for multiple of hours. He
casually took a step thowards Hanley before putting his arms
crossed over his belly.
"So why are you here anyway, aside from your will to humiliate me?"
He asked.
Hanely
"EW! Sea germs!" Hanely yelled, backing away and using some hand
sanitizer. "Well, I'm just here to humiliate you!" Hanely said,
regaining her grin.
Creek grinned.
"You really don't like sea-men do you?" (LOL HAHA WAT) He said,
taking another step thowards her.
"I think I've found a weak spot then?" He continued. Creek drag his
pyama-shirt of, showing of his body with blue tattoos, hoping that
Hanley would become embarassed.
Hanely
"Ew. Everything about you is disguising. Kill yourself." Hanely
said, before running out of the room, and taking a shower. She was
not going to be sick, when she could be enjoying herself.
(Found out we're not going anywhere for at least 3 days so,
yay?)
Aya came back to the school, looking tired but yet happy. She
didn't look at what time it was but the first thing she did was go
to her dorm, checking if everything was the same which it was. She
tidied it up a bit, making it look somewhat decent. As she lied
down on bed she smiled knowing everything's fine for her.
Creek put his shirt back on as Hanley left the room.
"Kill myself huh?" He muttered. Now that was a little over the
edge... Creek walked into the bathroom, hoping a shower would make
him feel better, or atleast alittle more fresh. As he took of his
clothes and watched himself in the mirror he got quiet. Was he
really a sea-man anyway..? His people were once like everyone else
on the planet, just that they lived on a very rich island, that
then sunk into the sea... The time under water gave them the
ability to breathe underwater, but did that really count as being a
sea-man? He had no fins, only blue tattoos, and that was the mark
of the atlantis tribe.
"Kill myself..." He murmured once again, more quietly. He couldnt
let that get to his head, especially not from Hanley... That would
only mean she'd win. But Creek still wondered.. Did she really mean
it..?
Amira went to Creek's room, and knocked on the door. "Hey Creek?
It's Amira!" She said, smiling softly. This was one of the only
people who accepted her despite her family, other than Asilyn.
Creek had just walked into the shower and turned the water on as
Amira knocked on the door. He didn't notice the knocking, being
trapped in his thoughts. The water felt good when it was dripping
down his warm body, and made him calm, slowly making the headache
go away.
Creek opened his eyes when he heard someone calling his name. He
turned of the water, oh right, the door wasn't locked, and he'd
walked into the shower. If it was Hanley again he would just ignore
it.
"Who is it?" He shouted back.
"It's Amira! I was hoping we could hang out for a bit..." She
called to him, blushing as she realized he'd been in the shower.
She stood awkwardly by the door in casual clothes. A blue red tank
top and black shorts, and red and black checkered tennis shoes.
Creek highered his eyebrows in a surprised expression. Amira? Well
he didn't expect it to be her, but that was a lot more better than
Hanley. He started to think about it if was a good idea or not,
since he was sick. He really felt like hanging out with someone
though. She could probably help him with getting food.
"Oh, sure!" He said. "But let me just be done with my shower!" He
smiled a little to himself, even though Amira could not see it.