Lunch time is practically a war zone in high school these days. Young teens line up for food in the cafeteria, others are crammed into tables to eat. Alone and off in a corner is Andrea who is dressed in a pair of destroyed denim and a simple green top with a military styled jacket over. She has a bagged lunch in front of her that has been picked at.

The nice thing about the amount of bustle in the place is that a guy about the right age doesn't cause all that much commotion even if no one recognizes him from any of their classes. He's probably just in others. Felix saunters through, space having a tendency to just open up around him as he goes, and he glances around as though keeping an eye out for someone. Or maybe somethings, since along the way he snags several things off trays briefly being ignored by their owners -- a wrapped burger, an apple, a brownie, an abandoned tray he dumps the trash off if to carry his bounty instead. The previous owner of that tray does notice, but doesn't seem sure what to say about it, especially when the thief gives him a grin and strolls off. He and his ill-got lunch head over to Andrea's corner, and he drops the tray on the table top across from her, flopping bonelessly down into the chair in front of it. "So, you pass that test?"

Andrea_J jerks her head upwards quickly at the voice, then squints her eyes at him. "... Yeah. Barely. What the hell are you doing here?" She says in a hushed whisper as she glances left to right before settling her eyes back on him. Now that they are close, he can see that she has a bruise forming on her cheek that is turning a blackish purple. Reaching into her backpack, she pulls a beanie out and tugs it on her head, pulling it down a bit to try and hide herself more. "You're gonna get me in trouble."

"I'm havin' lunch," Felix says innocently, leaning his back against the wall and kicking his feet up on the chair beside him. He pulls a 20oz Coke from where it was in his jacket pocket and sets it on the tray: complete meal! "Plus, I heard somethin' about there bein' a game today, an' I was bored. Congrats, by the way. On the test." He picks up the burger and starts unwrapping it, examining the contents with some interest before taking a good-sized bite. He indicates her cheek with a tilt of his chin, while he chews, "What happened there?"

"So you came here to watch me play soccer?" Andrea asks with suspicion in her voice as she squints an eye at him, then lets out a sigh. "It's at three-thirty, after school is out. Won't be very fun to watch I am sure. We suck." She picks a chip out of a bag and twirls it around her fingers. "And, it's nothing." In response to the bruise. "Just some girl who gets her rocks off by messing with me in the locker room. Popular girl.."

Felix finishes the bite, opening the bottle -- which, while essentially full, has apparently been opened before -- to wash it down. "Yeah, basically," he confirms, "...three-thirty, huh? Gonna hafta find a way to entertain myself a while, I guess." He studies the bruise again. "She punch you, or 'accidentally' push you into somethin', or what?" A glance around the room, while he takes another bite, "She in here somewhere?" He makes it sound entirely casually conversational. Maybe it even is.

"Don't worry about it. It's fine." Andrea says as she tucks her hair across her eye to hide the bruise as best she can. "I don't want any trouble. You are definitely trouble." Though her eyes may have subtly glanced over to a group of girls who are babbling about something or another about four tables away. Preppy. Dressed in designer clothes. They look the part of spoiled, rich girls. "So... only you came to watch me play soccer? Are you really here to spy on me?"

"But I'm mostly fun trouble," Felix says, giving her a grin and an overstated lash-bat. He has another sip of his drink, scanning the room nonchalantly, and if his gaze perhaps rests a moment or so longer on that group of girls than on some other people, well, it isn't as if girls are something he doesn't often look at, right? "Yeah, just me came to watch you play. Dunno what everyone else's up to. An' if I were spyin' on you, I wouldn't blow my cover an' come say hi. Why should I wanna spy on you, anyhow?"

"Because, you are worried about me, and you wanna make sure I am not going to off myself or do something dumb." Andrea says as she stuffs her garbage back into her bag, then wads it up with her hands. Glancing over to the group of girls again, she scoots over and rounds the table to take a seat next to him.

Felix clears his feet off the chair so Andrea can sit in it, twisting his position to get them up on the chair she just vacated, instead. The distance is just about doable. "I don't worry," he says, before allowing, "...but I reckon maybe I get concerned, now an' then. Now that you mentioned it I kinda feel like I oughta ask if you're plannin' shit like that, but if you ain't you're prolly gonna tell me you ain't an' if you are you'd prolly tell me you ain't anyhow. I would, if I was. So most likely it ain't a real useful thing to ask." Another bite of the burger; it's a smallish burger and they're big bites, so there's really only one left after that, and he polishes that off as soon as he swallows this one. "Anyway, why bother studyin' for math tests if they ain't gonna matter anyhow?" He glances at her sidelong while he chews. "A'right, if you =were= thinkin' of doin' somethin' dumb in that kinda family, yeah, I'd wanna know. An' if you were thinkin' of doin' =other= kindsa dumb somethings I'd wanna know 'cause they might be fun. But no, I ain't spyin' on you."

Andrea_J shrugs her shoulders once again. "No, I guess it wouldn't be real useful of you to ask because I would lie about it. Then you would have to wonder if I was lying or not." She scoots her chair closer to his, then curls up against him as she leans her head into his shoulder. "I just feel empty I guess. Also feel like a large chunk of myself was yanked out. I can't even remember what was me and what was the bane doing those things or for how long. I just feel dirty and stupid."

She gets another sidelong glance when she leans in against him like that, this one considering, and then Felix slips his arm around her shoulders, loosely. It's not tentative, but it's a relatively slow movement, slower than he might usually, leaving plenty of time for her to say 'don't' if she were so inclined. "Well, you ain't stupid," he says, "...or dirty, for that matter, but feelin' it's a trickier kinda matter. I wish I knew a way to at least answer the how long part for you, but... well, I don't. I get the impression it'd prolly be kinda gradually more influence, so I guess it'd have more to do with more recent things'n with older ones. Just, without knowin' the how long, that still might not help so much." He breaks off a bit of the brownie with his other hand, and offers it to her. "Any shit you don't so much regret, I'd reckon that's prolly more likely to be you. If there's shit makes you feel kinda sick inside an' it didn't before... that might maybe not so much be. Stuff in between..." He shrugs, giving her a half-smile that shares at least a timezone with apologetic. "'s prolly obvious, I know, but it's all I got so far."

As she relaxes into his embrace, Andrea rests her head against his shoulder. "I wish you and Lilah went to school here with me. Would be cool to have a few friends. As you can see by my lunch situation, I am not super popular. Probably my fault anyways. I push everyone away. Feel like the kid from Terminator, all trained for the end of the world and not trusting anyone."

Felix gives her a gentle squeeze, and a small laugh. "Me goin' here prolly wouldn't help too much, 'cause history says I'd barely show up more'n I do now," he says, "...an' if I did it'd just be a matter of time before I got suspended for somethin' or another. Now, Lilah, reckon she might do better, but..." He glances around the room. "Might be there's folks around'd be interested, if you decided you wanted to give 'em a try. Just be a question of figurin' out who. 'cause yeah, I reckon everywhere's easier with friends'n without. Plus, world ain't endin' just =yet=." He eats the broken-off piece of brownie, and leans into Andrea a bit, in a way that would be a shoulder bump if his arm weren't around her.

"Yeah, you would think that, right? I made the mistake of going out with the wrong guy once here and it raised the ire of the plastics. Now I am a target. It's better I just make it through the next two years and bounce out of here." Andrea says as she slumps back in against his arm. "I would fight back, but I don't want to draw any attention to myself. Don't need mom involved that's for sure. If she found out she would be down here throwing people around and sicking angry black unicorns on the principal."

"That would be kind of awesome, though," Felix points out, "The throwin' around an' the unicorns both." He glances over at the presumptive plastics, thoughtfully. "How was he wrong? One of their exes, or the guy one of 'em was into?" A pause, having a bit more of that brownie, and offering her another chunk as well. "I was gonna say I'm pretty damn sure there's folks around who don't give a shit what plastics think, or reckon them not likin' you's a pretty good recommendation, an' most likely there is. But goin' by my schools, I s'pose they prolly wouldn't much be keepin' attention from gettin' drawn to you."

"Plastics and the jocks run the school. It's the law of the land. I got asked out by a soccer player who was banging one of the blondes. I didn't know about it. We went to dinner once, he made a move on me and I kinda dissed him. He came back and told everyone I was a slut and I was thirsty for it. One of the girls got mad and started shit with me. Them against me. You know how it is." Andrea says as she wipes her nose with the back of her hand, then reaches out and takes the brownie. "That was before I started dating Reed and Henry."

Felix rolls his eyes. "Dick," he says, shaking his head as if he weren't ever one, "Fuckin' with chicks for not fuckin' you's just pathetic." He grins suddenly, offering, "Want me to kick his ass?" Joking... mostly. It isn't as though he wouldn't probably enjoy it if she did.

Andrea_J snorts under her breath. "I would love it if you kicked his ass. It would be very gallant of you." She says with an amused grin. "But it is probably not for the best. You would still get me in trouble. Guilty by association. School is almost over anyways, some of thee girls are graduating. It will be fine." She leans back in against him again. As some of the girls start to look their way, a bit of a mumble can be seen amongst them.

"Well, I wouldn't necessarily hafta tell him =why=," Felix says, still grinning, "...or do it here. He's gotta leave campus sometime." He tugs playfully on a strand of her hair, once, and has a swallow of his drink. "I s'pose if they're graduating, it's maybe worth waitin' things out to see how things go after. An' if they're still givin' you shit then, fewer of 'em left to give it back to. ...you can't be the only one they been assholes to, though; any of the others maybe worth talkin' with?"

"Yeah, well, I don't hang out with nerds." Andrea says teasingly to Felix as she trails a finger along his chest, stirring the fabric of his shirt a bit before leaning in and giving him a kiss. As she does it, she makes sure that the troop of blondes catch their eyes. Giving a smile behind the kiss as she pulls back, she says, "That will cause a few more rumors I am sure."

"Oughta try it. They do your homework for you," Felix jokes back, and of course goes along with the kiss, the arm around her tightening to pull her in a bit closer. When she pulls back, he grins, eyes amused, and runs the tip of his tongue across the bottom of one of his canine teeth. "How many rumours you want? 'cause I'm sure I could thinka ways to inspire some," he says, still teasing.

"I don't know. That is probably enough rumors for now." Andrea says with a chuckle as she tugs him closer by the shirt, then slips herself into his lap as she straddles his hips. "I am sure I will get called a few more names but at least they will know I am seeing someone else besides their dumb jock."

Felix laughs, and slides back a touch, letting his feet drop off the other chair, to make her relocation easier. As she settles in, he wraps his arms around her waist, keeping her there more securely. "Yeah, I reckon that might give 'em that message," he agrees, stealing a subtle glance past her to see what might be going on over in blondeville. This close, and given the kiss, there's the usual scents and tastes on him -- cigarettes and some kind of alcohol -- plus of course the obvious parts of lunch-so-far. "An' they prolly ain't creative enough to come up with more names, just the same ones. Fuck 'em."

By now, most of blondeville is openly staring at the pair, whispering to each other with a few finger points and elbow nudges. Andrea tries not to stare as she focuses her attention on the boy she is sitting on. Giving a slight grind forward with her hips, she purposely rubs against him before she mumbles against his ear. "You should come over tonight and see me." She says as her fingers thread through the back of his hair for a bit. "I could use some relief after the last couple of weeks I had."

"You sure?" Felix murmurs back, one of his hands sliding upward along her back, "Ain't like you gotta, or nothin'. ...but y'know I'm down if you are. An' I only got plans from three-thirty to, what, five or somethin'? so far." He gives her a rather cheeky grin. "Plus, I did say if there was anythin' I could do..." The other hand seems to have decided to make up for the movement of the first by shifting downward, fingers spreading around one curve of her rear. He doesn't show any outward sign of paying attention to the table of onlookers -- or any others they might pick up, for that matter.

"After the game." Andrea assures him with an amused smirk upon her face as she leans in to snag a kiss along his neck. The hand upon her rear causes her to sigh out softly in content as her hips give another playful grind forward, this time with a bit more purpose. As she leans back, she hears the bell ring overhead, calling an end to lunch. One hand glides over the top of his head, ruffling his red hair as she slips off of him. "Should get going. Got economics now."

Felix shifts his hips beneath her at that second grind, his lower hand pulling her toward him a bit more, and then: the bell. He moves his head as though to avoid the ruffling while she dismounts but of course there's not really that far to go, and it does no good. He makes a face, but doesn't honestly look all =that= put out about it. "Sounds like a thrill a minute," he says dubiously about the class, "Try an' take it easy, don't get overwhelmed an' die of excitement in there or nothin'." He reaches out to try and catch her wrist, to tug her back close enough to steal another kiss before she goes. They've still got that audience, after all. Which is surely the only reason!

"It is very thrilling. I sleep in that class." Andrea says as she shoulders her backpack loosely, then finds herself tugged back in against him. Wrapping her hands about his neck, she leans in and kisses him in return, though this time with a tilt of her head so that their mouths can mash upon each other firmly. With a soft growl in her throat, she leans back and slides a finger along his chest, then practically prances off in a love-sick manner.

"Well, now I almost wanna go too," Felix muses. The growl and finger-trail get another grin, and this time he lets her go, gathering up the remaining portions of his lunch and watching appreciatively as she walks away.