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That wasn't very enthusiastic.

Yeah, hi.

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Flynn had been wondering if his ditch date (the Loyola boys had come up with the term since arriving at eastwood, it basically applied when you ditched class to meet up with a girl - or guy if you swung that way.) was gonna show up but it wasn't long until Gabriella appeared, her voice breaking the silence that had filled the all too empty gym. 

"Sure was. But then again, every class is these days." He tucked his phone in his back pocket, grinning up at the brunette. "So, Gabriella, you ever played basket ball?" Flynn wasn't quite the pro basket ball player, but they were in an empty gym with no teachers and hundreds of basketballs. There were two things they could do and Flynn doubted Gabriella was up for the other option. So basketball it was.

He stood up and grabbed one of the balls, walking around the girl to stand in front of the hoop. With one quick, swift action he shot the ball into it and it landed cleanly in the circle. He smiled over at her, his eyes curling as he did so. "So what about it?" 

Wanna ditch? { gabriella & flynn }

Gabriella stared down at the blank paper. What the hell was she even supposed to write? Her head rose to glance around the Photography classroom. She hated half of the people in there and knew she was sure to get a few snickers if she asked. Sighing, she gave up on even trying. Opening up her binder, she positioned it so that  she could pull out her phone without getting caught. Clicking on the Twitter app, Gabriella quickly typed out a message. She sincerely didn’t think that anyone would reply, which caught her by surprise when her phone lit up with a new notification indicating a mention on Twitter.

The brunette immediately responded, racking her brain for a legitimate excuse to get out of class. Gabriella normally wasn’t one for ditching, especially with someone she barely knew anything about. She could tell you two things about Flynn. Number one was that his name was Flynn. And number two was that he went to Loyola. Her hand shot up waiting to be called on. “Um, Can I go to the nurse?” Gabriella mentally cursed herself out. Although it worked, she should’ve said something more clever. She went to Wilson and that was the best excuse the girl could come up with?

She collected her books quickly before walking into the hall. As she passed several girls, clearly from Archer, admiring their nails, she let her eyes roll. Gabriella still couldn’t believe that that all four schools were merged. The idea was completely ridiculous and she didn’t like it one bit. Finally stepping into the gym, she sat her books down on one of the bleacher seats. Her eyes didn’t even need to scan the empty room in order to find the only person in there. Taking a step forward, Gabriella made her way over to him swiftly. “So, your class was just as boring as mine, I see.” Her voice spoke out as she watched him occupied with his own phone. 

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flynnmichaels: I wonder how long it'll take for Mr. Roberts to notice I stuck all of his sticky notes on the ceiling #rebellife

GabriellaSup: @flynnmichaels ... My question is, how did you manage to even do that?

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flynnmichaels: I wonder how long it'll take for Mr. Roberts to notice I stuck all of his sticky notes on the ceiling #rebellife

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Brilliant. If I were a six year old girl who's biggest dream was to have a pet.

Is it possible for you not to be cocky? I’ll buy you a pet tortoise instead, how does that sound? 

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It's just a nickname, don't take it to heart.

Princess? When and how did I gain that title?

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Eh works out for me. Not that I don't already have one. But one of my own would be lovely.

I know, sucks hey. But cause I’m obliged to love you and be nice and all, you can have a mansion.

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Of course, see it could be a bad thing but also a good thing. I make the world a...healthier place?

I never understood that who vegetables over chocolate thing. I guess that’s why I’m chubby, but honestly, just having vegetables is not a balanced diet. But that’s where you come in.

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How extremely convenient. 

I think I just dropped my phone in the toilet, my only recording device. Oops, sorry? No blackmailing for you!

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Alright princess, whatever you say.

Same here, though it has nothing on michaels.

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Wanna ditch? { gabriella & flynn }

Flynn had been in Algebra using his phone underneath his desk, tweeting about how Mr. Richard had a belly bigger than a house when a certain tweet caught his eye. "@GabriellaSup: I should've just skipped school today. #Boring" It was just the second day, yet he could definitely relate to the tweet. Flynn didn't exactly know Gabriella but he knew of her. She was a Wilson girl, one of his friends had talked about her once or twice. Not enough to make too much of an impression, but he needed an excuse to get out of class. Ditching wasn't too much fun by yourself.

So after a mumbled excuse about not feeling too good and needing to see the school nurse, which most of the class knew was bullshit; Flynn was infamous for not giving any fucks when it came to his schooling. And he'd usually ditch a class at least once a day. Since it was a boarding school, it wasn't like he could just take the day off without getting caught. But the least he could do was skip a few classes.

He found the gym empty, as expected. His Algebra II classroom was practically next to the gym. He walked over to the many seats so conveniently placed by the side of the room and leaned back, pulling out his phone to browse twitter while he waited for Gabriella to arrive.

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Same here, though it has nothing on michaels.

Interesting name, if I do say so myself.

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Me neither. Maybe the evil nasty grown ups who wanna make us eat all the vegetables?

Well, this is the first time I’ve ever been called Red since I dyed my hair. I can just imagine that you shoot Oreo packets from your sleeve, and shoot them at your enemies… Not sure who your enemies would be though.

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Wait wait, do you have a recording device? Because I need to get this down so I can use it against you in the future, if you do happen to become famous, of course.

I am Beyonce, always. Maybe… if I feel nice. But I suppose I could give my favourite person a mansion. You know, considering I make you buy me ice cream all the time. So fine yes, because I want faith.

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Yes, Ms. Beaumont. 

  Did you finally find it then?

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Just? I wouldn't be so certain. 

  Because looking at the way you dress, you’re probably fromt Lotoya or Harvard and I’m just a regular Wilson kid.