In this, 682's name is Machiavellian and 049's name is Isaac and 173's name is Coralli, and 999's name is Oscene and 035's nake is Samuel (because I'm not creative) and 079's name is Marty. Enjoy!
You were a good student. The teacher's pet, the straight A student, the girl with almost a thousand volunteer hours who says it's not enough, the good little church girl, the student who was practically in every club.
Then there was Machiavellian, or TOTAL NIGHTMARE for short. Everybody respected this guy. He looked like he could and would kill you. He was around 6'5 in height, toned but a lot stronger than he looked, long shaggy light brown hair that reached his shoulders, peircing yellow eyes with bags under them, scars from fights all over his body and ratty clothes with holes and rips in them. He was the barely passing student. The one with no extrcurricular activities or volunteer hours. He swears that if he set foot in a church he'll burn.
The ladies were always chasing him. Nothing like a bad boy, right? He didn't like the attention but was used to seeing girls waiting by his locker. He thought that being in a relationship would tie him down and limit what he could do whenever he wanted. You know how girls are. "But he can change!" Yeah. Like that would happen.
"Machiavellian, you're failing my class..." Mrs. Summers started. "As well as two others. Make sure you bring your grade up. The end of the nine week period is next friday." With that said, she handed him a paper showing what he was missing from her class. It was some really boring shit that he didn't want to do. He huffed and crossed his arms. Why was school even a thing? He should have just skipped classes until he was suspended or expelled. It made no sense as to why the school would make you stay home for a few days after having skipped class willingly but he didn't argue with that.
He didn't want to do the work so he looked around to see who he could copy off of. Isaac wasn't in the same class which was a bummer. He was so good at anatomy too. It didn't help that each teacher taught something different at the same time. It was to prevent copying from other classes. Marty wasn't even at school anymore. He graduated early to get out of that hell hole. He was amazing at math and even was top in the computer science classes. Now, they don't even get to talk all that much because, well, college. There was Oscene who he didn't even want to bother to ask because he was pretty sure that short redhead was gay. He didn't even undestand how he made it this far without copying anyones work! He was stupid! And how is he alive if all he eats is M&Ms????? The world may never know.
With that being said, everyone else he saw looked pretty stupid. He searched the room again for anyone who he thought looked decently intelligent until he spotted a girl sitting in the desk at the back corner of the room. He recalled her always answering the teacher's questions correctly and always winning kahoot. He stared at her. She was wearing a yellow dress shirt and a red plait skirt thay had suspenders attached to it. Her (h/c) hair was up in a curly ponytail. She had a red ribbon in her hair and was wearing black dress shoes. She looked to be drawing something.
Standing up, Machiavellian made his way toward her. Coming up behind her, he saw she was drawing a picture of a little girl looking afraid with a shadow looming over her. Whatever that meant...
"Hey..." he greeted. The girl jumped a bit now out of her trance. She looked up to see him looming over her. Just like the picture, except she wasn't afraid.
"Hi!" She said with a small angelic voice. It made his heart flutter at how beautiful she was. "Can I help you with anything?" She asked politely. He was stunned. He then recollected himself.
"Yes. I need to copy your work." He demanded. He thought maybe if he used his authority that just like everyone else, she would cowar. He was wrong.
