School is for fools..

[Jackson Frost]

The roar of a Black Ford F250 with a 7 inch lift, twin diesel exhaust pipes, coming out of the bed, extended cab. Mudtires. 4x4 was heard in the parkinglot of Drakesville.. Jackson was always getting in trouble with the school administration from his school back in Arizona so who would care if he was a little late, but surprisingly, today, he wasnt late.. He whipped into his parking space, parking crookedly on purposed in the back of the parkinglot near some other jacked up trucks, where the rednecks of the city parked. Hank Williams Jr.'s song, Whiskey on Ice was blaring over the radio speakers as he shut off the ignition, he placed his keys in his pocket and stepped out of the truck.. locking his doors as his boots began to clank against the wet surface of the slick parkinglot..

Frost stood at a solemn 6 feet 1 inch tall, and weighed in at about 149 pounds. About 45 precent of this weight was muscle, which Frost gained from working on the farm all of his childhood years. This was Frost's second day in the school system, and already the girls were gawking over him, and the teachers were fretting him. Frost had already got his position across as the "head bull" of the rednecks at the school. They all looked up to him, and he was a senior, so he was living the life..

The attire of Jack was a simple one today, and consisted of some brown leather cowboy looking workboots, and his tight nuthugger Wrangler jeans, and his tucked in long sleeve Camoflauge shirt. His large beltbuckle with a J engraved in it was also visible. He had on a tanned carhartt jacket and a black cowboy hat as he made his way closer towards the front doors of the school..

His keys were in his pocket, and in his back pocket, the left one held a dip can, full of Copenhagen, and the other back pocket held his wallet. A skoal ring was visible in his left pocket, and an imprint of his wallet was visible in the right. He had some loose change, and a lighter and his pocketknife in the other pocket, which was free. He opened the doors of the school and walked in, the wind blowing the rain behind him, he automatically felt the girls of the school begin to stare at him as he made his way for the cafeteria, which was the 'hang out' in the mornings, prior to school.

[Ron Spence]

Close behind Jackson was Ron, who respembled more of the highschool moron then the highschool jock. The guy could really make a fool of himself at times in ways he couldn't even help it. When following Jackson he had his own goals and paths to see people and ignored the man in the silly looking cowboy suit in front of him. The guy brought him no sex, food, or entertainment so there was little care for Ron to even pay attention to him. When all the females were looking at Jackson he thought they were looking at him. A few may have been, the ones into the school athletes, but he thought they were all looking at him and only him, thinking he was the highlight of the school morning now.

As girls passed all flirting he winked back at them, some of them giving him a strange look since they were looking at the man ahead of him, the sexy cowboy, not the dumbass jock. He liked this though, sure some girls would flirt with him before but now all of them were for some odd reason, except their facial expressions were a little early. In his mind that meant he made an impact on them before he even walked by him. He was the man. As this continued his walk he stopped paying attention to where he was walking in front of him and more to the sides.

As Jackson made it to the cafiteria and opened the doors, he didn't even think about where he was heading now and just going where the girls kept flirting, and he didn't even pay attention to Jackson opening the door and walking through.

Since the door was heavy after Jackson went through it quickly closed and Ron just as quickly walked very hard into the door. Luckily for him he had his head turned at the time looking at one attractive female and so just the side of his large body hit the door. It was more the surpize then the force that knocked him over right after but everyone around saw it, expecially from the noise he made. "Ouf!"

Knocking on the ground he got up slowly and looked around hoping that nobody just saw him, mummbling to himself. "Gawd Dammit! I need to stop running into things all the time."

[Jackson Frost]

One of the good looking ladies made a comment about him riding horses... Jackson looked at the girl, rubbing his light goatee a bit, which was just starting to grow back from his last shave.. He smirked at her.. "Well, I normally ride horses, but I could make an exception with you..." He was fresh, and he knew it.. He smirked a bit as he held his tablet of paper under his left arm.. He made his way into the class after her.. He had the same class with her!!! He smirked to himself as he entered the class behind her, setting his tablet on one of the back tables in the back of the room, which had enough room for two people.. He looked aorund, seeing seats filling up fast, he kept glancing at the girl who just practically insulted him... He hoped she wouldnt find a seat before they were all full..

He sat down at the righthand seat, taking his expensive cowboy hat off and setting it atop his tablet. He unzipped is jacket and laid it on his chair behind him.. He looked at the clock and he found himself saying outloud.. "Damn, an hour and forty five minutes of absolute hell.. Why didnt they let me skip having to retake this damn class" He said, he had failed Biology because he was occupied with Rodeo's and such in Texas.. He was more devoted to rodeos and his farmwork, and finding himself a girl, rather than doing school work...

But then, as he sat down, he heard an OOF.. He stood up and headed for the hallway, going over to the door, seeing the clutz of a jock laying on the ground.. he couldnt help but laugh.. "Oh lord.. You alright bud?" He extended a hand down to him.. "I should of looked behind me and held the door open like guys from Texas do.. I'm really sorry.." He tried to hold back a loud laugh.. He couldnt help it..

[Ron Spence]

Seeing the guy laugh, he was a lot less ammused by the whole situation then perhaps he should have been. He had been having a pretty bad day so far, arguing with parents back at home and so on, this was not a good day for him. Every day he got up seemed to either be a really good day or a really bad day and this day certainly was not a good day. He put on a frown as he saw the guy offer a hand, clearly understand what the hand was for. Looking at the size of the guy the first thought that came to mind was that this guy would make a good member of the football team.

Grabbing the guys arm he went to pull up. Ron was no light guy in the least bit though and actually pulled pretty hard, putting almost all his waight on Jackson to pull himself back up on his feet again. As he saws Jacksons strength pull him up he was even more convinced this guy would make a good member of the football team. Sure he was just upset about what happend and now completely forgot about it but Ron had a real one track mind. "It's cool man, I shoulda looked where I was going... not the first time this week I've done something stupid like that. Another thing people generally do in Texas is look forward while walking." They did that all over the world but still. "So it was my fault."

Brushing the dust off of him he offered his hand to shake. "You new around here? I don't reconize ya face. Ya sure look like one of em cowboys though." That was probibly the reason he didn't reconize him. All cowboys looked the same to him under that hat of theirs, even if they all did look completely different. "You're a strong man, gonna be joining any of the teams 'round this school?" Again back to the one track mind.

[Jackson Frost]

We get stoned at the jukebox and stay out of fights. We light a little smoke in the truck out back. Have a little bit of Jim Beam and we get right.. Was the song going through his head, it was called Dinosaur, by Hank Williams Jr.. He then heard the bell ring to go to the next class, hell, in Arizona the classes lasted an hour and forty-five minutes, here they only lasted like 30 minutes.. But there were 8 classes, so that probably explained it.

He heaved up the jock as he looked at him.. He smirked a bit.. He then kind of laughed at the jock as he told him he should consider playing football.. He knew this guy was a couple of crayons short of a full box.. And he would take advantage of it.. He smirked a bit.."Hell yeah, I'll play football! He smirked a bit, he knew he would get the retarded jock fired up..

He then looked at him, as if to add a last statement.. "Wait.. man.. I have alot of other crap going on with rodeo's, and FFA, and things like that.. Plus I have to work on the farm, and things like that.." and it was true.. he really did.. But he didnt wanna bust the boy's bubble.. He looked at him, putting a hand on his shoulder.. "Lissen, I'm havin a party this weekend at my farm, and your more than welcome to come.. if ya want.."

He said this as he walked into the room, grabbing his hat and his tablet, walking back out to the jock.. waiting for a reply from him that made sense..

[Ron Spence]

When the cowboy got all excited about football he was getting ready to do high fives, props, tackels, headbutts, whatever it was this guy liked to do to celebrate such a sport and lifestyle as the guy seemed just as fired up about it now as he was, which he found great. The last thing he expected was for the cowboy to suddenly talk about how he was to busy with rodeo's and farms. In his mind those things weren't near as important as football, how could anything even compare to football? Expecially after he got all excited like that. Then all the sudden it was killed and the cowboy walked off and he was left there confused and speechless on what to say.

When he came back he finally came up with a good responce, or the best responce he could come up with. "But... football." He then blinked a few times with blank stare on his face, hoping the cowboy would say something like 'I was just kidding around, football rocks everything else' but instead got just as nice of a comment about getting invited to a party he was holding. The guy already said he worked at a farm and now he was thowing a party at the farm? That sounded great!

"Really? Party? That would be awesome. I have no idea where your farm is but if you promise alcohol will be there I'm sure I'll find a way eventually." Or he could just ask the guy for a few directions but even if the guy gave him directions now he was sure to forget it in a matter of minutes or if the cowboy wrote it down for him he was sure to loose that paper in a matter of minutes to. Really he would have to find a friend that was going, as the two at a lot more friends in common then they may have first though, and just hitch a ride with them. He'd be to drunk to drive home afterwords to drive there himself anyway.

"Ya like whiskey? Maybe I can pick up a bottle of that t'elp supply the party." He thought he'd be a big help there, not realizing how easy it might be for somebody like Jackson to get the alcohol compared to himself.

[Ella Carlyle]

OOC: Not sure if I can join but I will and if you want me to leave, I wont post again!

BIC: Ella Carlyle stood in faded blue jeans and a red blouse with a jean jacket. She was wearing cowboy boots and hat. It was her first day at school, though she has been living in Drakesville, Texas for about a week now. She had her notebook in her left arm and a pen in her left hand. She was trying to open her locker, which was not working every well.

"Dammit!" she said as she tried to open her locker again. She could hear the two guys, a cowboy and a jock talking just behind her. Her shoulder length hair was in two braids and was falling out of the braids from her running late that morning.

[Jackson Frost]

He smirked a bit at the retarded jock, ignoring pretty much everything he said until he heard the word, whiskey.. He smirked, his whole face lit up.. He then took out a piece of paper from his tablet, and scribbled his name and number on a sheet of paper.. handing it to him as he put his tablet back under his arm.. "Call that number man.. And i'll give ya directions.. Bring some Jim Beam, too.." He smiled. He then turned his head and headed down the hallway, checking out a few of the girls..

He then turned to Ella as he walked away, smirking a bit.. "Howdy" He said, as he walked away.. towards his next class...

(sucks, im tired)

[Ella Carlyle]

Ella looked at the guy as he walked by her and said 'howdy'. She smiled at him then went back to trying to open her locker. Finally she gave up and headed for her next class which was German.

[Ron Spence]

Taking the number he nodded his head, hopefully it was a bit cheaper to if it came from a back source but now that he got the number he was sure to call it and pick up exacly what the man wanted there. He took the number and looked at it to make sure it was a real number, he didn't want to be pranked with some pizza place number, and then put it into his wallet to look at later.

"Howdy" He responded to the girl as well since they all seemed to be exchanging the howdys, even if he had nothing to do with it. She didn't look half bad anyway. He then looked back at Jackson. "Alright well I'm out... I'll go pick up some Jim Beam for the party." As he started to walk away he didn't even think of asking for date, time, and place the party was going to be at as he had no directions to the barn yet. Or how he was even going to get a drive there.