is this triangle}D/M/K{made of love or hate?

[purple]

Ugh. Gym. What was the point of it really? It was just a class to make the fat kids feel bad about themselves, the show-offs better about themselves, and the lazy kids really obviously lazy. Dalia was one of the lazy crew. She was no weekling, and when it came to the tests she would prove it, but right now she had no intention of going near the rope that they were supposed to be climbing. It was an excersize ment to "challenge" them and see what they were capable of. The blonde girl just scoffed at that. If you wanted to see what she was capable of you'd have to slap a grade on it. End of story. Under normal circumstances she might've been tempted to penetrate the mob of boys surrounding the rope for the sake of talking to some of them or having some fun with them, but this was gym class, and in gym class there was only one type of guy, sweaty. Dalia didn't do sweaty.

"You'd think that they'd learn by now that climbing that stupid rope won't impress any of us," she said in her thick Spanish accent to Marybeth. Dalia and Marybeth weren't what you'd call friends. They were acquaintances, people who talked occasionally and tolerated each other's company, but they weren't close.

[shady]

Marybeth smiled evilly,"Yeah...but just wait til they see what us girls can do...," she cracked her knuckles and neck, and did a few stretches. Unlike her friend,Dalia,Marybeth was rather competitive. She hated to see people she totally hated win things she knew she could have won herself. So,Marybeth did everything and anything she possibly could to win anything and everything weather it was volleyball,basketball,chess, or in this case, rope climbing.

She pulled her black hair into a ponytail and winked at her acquaintance. It was her turn now, and she walked up to the rope, maybe a little bit too proudly, but she didnt care what the others thought of her. She cracked her neck one more time, glanced over at Dalia and began to climb the rope.

When she got to the top,instead of climbing back down like all the other weak,pathetic girls in her class, she simply let go and let herself drop to the mat below her. She landed almost perfectly,and smiled,glaring at anyone who looked at her wrong. Marybeth wiped her forehead,nodded at the coach, and walked back to her spot.

On her way back, a mysterious-looking guy with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes seemed to be looking at her wrong,according to her, and so she purposely bumped into him.

,"Good luck...," she said coldly, walking back to stand next to Dalia once more.

[Kira]

Kuro sighed.
Gym... what a pointless class. Was there really a need for it at all? In the shadow-boy's mind it was just another hour waisted in this horrid school. Really, there was much better things he could be doing this very moment, like honing his stealth skills. But noooo, he had to stay here and wait his turn to climb an idiotic rope to prove he was 'fit'.
Now, it wasn't as though Kuromi was unfit, quite the opposite. For such a thin-looking boy, he packed quite a bit of strength and muscle, he just didn't show it off as much as the other males in his class.
Speaking of... the other boys seemed to be distracted by something, someone, as they climbed the rope, their eyes wide with shock, and some of their mouths hanging open. Curious, Kuro looked up just in time to see a black-haired girl showing off and jumping off the rope and landing with little error on the mat below. Kuro blinked, impressed but not daring to show it. It was when the girl gently shoved him that he let some of his emotions get the better of him.
"Kuromi Katsuta, youre up," The coach beckoned. Kuro shuffled forward, looking up at the rope boredly, blinking slowly.
'Might as well get it over with,' he thought, gripping the rope in his hands. The boy was still for a minute, still blinking upward. The coach was about to say something when Kuro finally made his move. The boy bolted up the rope, climbing up the thing as if he had been doing it since the day he was born, reaching to top twice as fast as the girl before him had, the one that had so convientently wished him 'luck' after pushing him. Now, it was his turn to show off a bit, though his usually cool personality argued against it. With a small breath, he push himself away from the rope, falling backwards and causing some of the kids to gasp, thinking that he had perhaps lost his grip and fallen. But, about five feet before he hit the floor, Kuro flipped backwards, his hands hitting the ground with a soft thunk before he pushed off the ground and into the air where he flipped rightways up and landed in a small crouch on the balls of his feet. When he stood, he gave a small sigh, his expression still as bored as ever, though when he looked over at the black-haired girl he gave a small smirk.

[shady]

Marybeth narrowed her eyes as she watched the brown haired mysterious boy show off,"..why that little..," she said under her breathe to Dalia. She almost had decided to get back at him with her own little 'special ability'. But, at the last second,debated against it. Maybe she could mess around, so to say, with this boy. Besides, he wasnt all that bad looking either.

Next in class for them to do was jog around some big track thing outside four times. Most of the kids moaned but the coach blew his whistle and told them to get ready. Quickly,Marybeth tied her hair back into a ponytail and smiled over at her acquaintance,Dalia. Then, she let her eyes drift over to the boy,and she frowned at him.

,"Okay..ready..GO!," the coach yelled, and Marybeth and a few others from the class took off. The more lazy ones dragging behind. Marybeth glanced over at the boy as she speed up, trying to see if he would challenge her to see who could finish first.

[purple]

Dalia watched the brown-haired boy with increasing interest, a smirk playing about her lips. He was clearly showing off because of Marybeth, and for some reason, that aggravated the blonde girl. The guy was one of the better-looking ones in the class as well as one of the lazier ones, usually, someone she thought should be paying attention to her and not Marybeth. Her acquaintance had to have some kind of interest in the guy. Otherwise he'd be on the ground in pain for outdoing her. Dalia knew she could have some real fun with this. The question wasn't should she, it was how would she.

The Spanish girl started off running with everybody else, but instead of shooting to the front like Marybeth or lagging towards the back like she was naturally inclined to do she sped up until she was beside the boy and then slowed slightly to match his pace. "So are do you always show off this much?" she asked in her thick accent, but she smiled when she said it, letting him know she was joking. She considered using her ability for a moment but quickly decided against it. It would be interesting to see how far she could get without it.

[Kira]

Kuro followed the other students out of the gym silently, silently scolding himself for drawing attention, while at the same time finding the girl's reaction to his little stunt highly amusing.

As the class lined up, he took his spot silently and began to do his stretches, limbering up. As he did so, the previous hidden muscles began to show themselves, revealing Kuro to not be the skinny 'emo' he often portrayed himself as. Though he did no major sports, he seemed to be rather athletic in his build.
Taking his mark, Kuro patiently waited for the whistle, his eyes catching the girl's once again. 'So, she wants another go? Heh... she better be use to disappointment then...' He thought, not really planning on attempting to out-do her once more. One humiliation was enough for one day.
As the whistle blew, Kuro took off, faster than most, but not his full speed. He didn't want to tire himself out after all. His pace brought him just behind the black-haired girl, putting him about a yard or so away from her and remaining there, despite her extra speed. He stayed focused on his feet, pacing himself but also making sure he wasn't letting up. Keeping each stride the same as the last. It was only when a blonde girl began to run next to him that he began to lose focus, falling back a few inches, which made a small scowl curl his lips. He quickly regained his rythm and distance before answering her question.
"No," He huffed, his voice curt, though he wasn't at all out of breath. It was just the way he spoke when he was distracted... or else when he was talking to someone he disliked. At the moment, he wasn't quite sure whether this girl annoyed him or not, so he placed his money on distracted.

[shady]

Marybeth growled, realising that the dark-haired boy was closing on her. But what seemed to make her feel worse, was that at the pit of her stomach she was feeling something strange for this boy suddenly.

Taking a deep breathe, she started to pace herself faster, until she made it all the way around the track and to the finish line. Marybeth smiled, turned around with her hands on her hips and stuck her tounge out at the boy.

Soon, the rest of the class made their way in, and slowly began to huddle around the coach. He coughed a few times, then told them that was it for the day, and to go get dressed. Marybeth silently waited for the dark-haired boy to make his way near her before walking over and punching him in the arm.

,"Nice try, but better luck next time n00b!," she said, playfully ruffiling his hair, and then running away before he could respond.

((i hope thats not powerplay, and if it is im really sorry!))

[Kira]

Kuro glanced up at the dark haired girl as she suddenly zoomed off, finishing before the rest of the class. Poor kid's didn't have a chance against her.
It wasn't long however before he reached the finish as well, only to be struck in the arm and have his hair ruffled by the small girl, along with being called a 'noob'. Before he had time to react, however, she dashed away, leaving him to stare after her dumbfoundedly. After a moment, though, a small smile appeared on his lips and he almost chuckled, before stepping toward the school again, glancing behind to see where the blonde girl had run off too- or else if she was still near him.

[shady]

LATER THAT DAY!~


Marybeth sighed. She completely hated her new, 2nd semester class. Why on earth she had felt obligated to sign up for Geography, she still didnt know.

The teacher, Mr.Teacherman, was a short, rounded out bald white guy, maybe in his early to late 40's. He had a deep, annoying monotone voice and liked to dress awkwardly. Now he was standing in front of the class, even more awkwadly, as the tardy bell rang. He called the roll, marked some things, then starting talking.

Marybeth sighed again and placed her head on her hand, rolling her eyes as Mr.Teacherman talked about a class partner project.

[purple]

The heel of Dalia's ankle-height black leather boot clicked steady against the tile floor as she sat, bored out of her mind, in Geography. Being from Spain she had a slightly less insular outlook on geography than these Americans seemed to, but that didn't mean she liked it. It was a rather easy class, which was the only reason for taking it that she could recall. Her hand moved slowly across a sheet of notebook paper, appearing to take notes when in reality all that filled her paper was a series of doodles, most of them sunglasses or beach scenes. She did so often miss Valencia and the beach ten minutes away. The blonde girl was almost thoroughly lost in her daydreaming, her ears only perking up when she caught the word "project."

"Mierda (shit)," she muttered as she continued to listen. Apparently they would be put in groups of three at random and assigned a region of the world to map out in its entirety as well as research and write a report about the cultures and traditions of the region. Ugh. Effort. Dalia listened for her name, smiling when she realized she was in the same group as the boy from her gym class, if the nod he gave the teacher at his name was any indication ((sorry for the slight powerplay)). And, of course, Marybeth. Well this should be interesting at the very least.

Dalia stood up from her desk and shut her notebook on her page of doodles before heading over to Marybeth's desk. She sat on the desktop, arranging her short flared red skirt around as modestly as was possible with such a small amount of fabric. The rest of her ensemble consisted of a lacy white camisole and the jacket of the same sort of leather as her boots, topped off with a black headband with a bow off to the right side perched in her blond locks.

"Guess who our third is?" she asked Marybeth with a smirk as she waved the boy over.

[shady]

Marybeth sighed, and rolled her eyes. Great, a project. A group project. And lucky her, she was chosen to work with ms.dramaqueen, and mr.showoff. She sighed, and pretended to be happy to be chosen to work with Dalia anf Kuro as partners.

Marybeth nodded,"Just our luck, huhn?," she fake smiled, yawned and then listened as Mr.Teacherman explained some more stuff. After he was done, Marybeth scribbled some stuff down in her journal about what they had to do, and then closed it. They had been assigned Malaysia, of all places.

,"So.. you guys wanna come over to my dorm tonight and start it? i mean, we do kinda have permission and such now...so yeah, my place, at 6. see you there, or be square.," she said, getting up as the bell rang, and exited the classroom.

[Kira]

Kuro blinked as he sat at his desk, seemingly not paying attention as he doodled and sketched within his notebook that was suppose to be used for notes. Knowing him, though, it would probably be filled to the brim with various drawings- ranging in mood from cute puppies, to gorey murder scenes. He really was quite an odd boy, if one couldn't tell just from the look of him.
When the subject of group work came up, he grimaced slightly. Though it disappeared to be replaced with a perk of curiousity as he heard who his partners would be. The two girls from his gym class, eh? He only barely remembered the name of one... he didn't recall hearing the second's. What was it? Dehlila? Daisy? Something with a D-A.... whatever, he'd remember it later. As for the one he had yet to be introduced too... he'd peek at her paper or something, no biggy.
With a sigh Kuro swept his hair from his brown eyes and slouched over just as the black haired girl was talking about meeting up her dorm. He blinked as she seemed to take command, not even giving the other two a chance to argue the plan before she turned on her heel and left. He blinked after her, a tad overwhelmed, though nothing to phase him to obviously.
He blinked over at the other girl, offering a little shrug as the bell finished ringing.
"See ya at six, then..." He almost whispered, before seeming to melt into the floor, the only proof that he had been there at all being the small shadowy shape now zooming through the halls, using the many shadows of students to get by.

[purple]

Dalia watched Marybeth go, shaking her head in dismay. If she ever wanted to get a man she would have to learn to be less blunt and overbearing. Oh well. All the easier for Dalia. The blonde girl watched Kuro disappear with great interesting, finding the boy sexier every minute. Oh this would be a fun project indeed. If it wouldn't work out between herself and Kuro, and her relationships rarely did, then she could at the very least have some fun starting things between him and Marybeth. The two would be...entertaining together. The Spanish girl hopped off of the desk and left the class, devious thoughts running through her head. The fun begins at six. she thought.