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Byron knew his comment had hit when Atlas could not muster up a retort. Instead he’d just put his arm around Olivia and smirked. He's not a threat to Leo. Byron thought to himself pretty confidently. He did not bother to address Atlas again. Byron didn't really care about him enough to dislike him, but since Leo disliked him, he wasn't about to be his friend either. He turned his attention to Olivia next, nodding at her answer "All good." He said simply, shifting his attention to Alexa as she answered him. He never let his easy smile faulter. He knew that, weather on not Alexa knew more than she let on, her loyalties would not exactly lie with him, so he took what she said with a grain of salt. "Thanks." He said "Tell my brother to "Break a leg", won't you?" He joked. "Alright, I'm off, Catcha'" Byron gave a casual salute to the group.

He quickly brushed up closer to Leo while Alexa and Olivia said their goodbye's to one another "Atlas is no threat to you, Leo. Confidence, man. I saw the way she was looking at you." He said in a low voice so that no one could hear it but Leo, and then he was gone in a flash. He looked over his shoulder as he left and was satisfied to see his best friend heading off with Olivia. He'll be fine. Byron's head quickly switched gears, his smile dropped. Alexa had pointed towards the bleachers, so he headed that way.

Byron was feeling increasingly annoyed as he climbed the bleachers’ steps. She knew I was coming so why the fuck am I finding out where she is from her friends!? A flash or amber and black got his attention. A group of cheerleaders chatting and giggling to one another. He checked their faces and none of them were Lia. "Hey, Have any of you seen Dahlia?" He asked them. They gave him more vague directions. One of them mentioned 'She went off to talk to some guy, like, ages ago'. Some guy, so it wasn't any of her girlfriends she was with then.

He continued on in the direction they pointed out. He had a feeling clawing at him that something was very wrong. There was a low level of anxiety still twisting at his insides, more so than his baseline anxiety, that was. When he did finally see her he stopped dead in his tracks. She was just getting up out of her seat, now her back was turned but he knew it was Lia. Sitting on one of the benches was a large youth. Byron only vaguely recognised him as someone he’d seen around the school yard. Rage gripped at him as he immediately began thinking the worst, scenarios unfolding in his head, anger rising in his chest.

As she stood up, he caught the words.”…we hung out not even that long ago…” It took everything he had to stop himself from entering the conversation at that point but he'd managed. He dropped his head and pretend to study his phone so he could continue listen properly to what they were saying. The other boy was making some sort of speech about how she’s changed, how the ‘popularity’ has gone to her head. Byron thought he sounded like a self-important asshole. But the worst part of this was not what they had said but the way they said it. They spoke to each-other so familiarly. There was history in those words. Byron felt like he’d stumbled upon a whole part of his girlfriend’s life she’d just never bothered to mention. All those times she canceled on him, or made him wait on her… was she seeing this guy!?

Byron made his approach before Lia could respond to what the other boy had said. He made sure his footsteps were loud and obvious. “Sorry to interrupt your lovers tiff” he said, his voice sharp and humourless. Initially ignoring the large youth entirely and glaring piercingly at Lia, Byron continued “So this is the ‘emergency’ you like to run off to all the time is it?” he turned to the other boy finally, “I think you’re in my fucking seat, dude, if you could kindly fuck off” He did not care to talk to this guy, he wanted to hear it from Lia. But there was warning in his eyes when he looked at him. Even though he was seated, Byron could see that this guy had him in height. He knew there was a pretty good likelihood that this guy could drop him. But that had never stopped him before, and it certainly wasn't going to now.

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Dahlia Blake

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No, Dahlia had never been particularly good with her words. And in this situation, she could just... she was just growing more frustrated by the minute. She was growing tense, her lips pressed tightly together, her pale eyes narrowed at Tavon as he continued to speak. And she had a million things she wanted to spit back at him, but none of it would be particularly nice.

So, maybe it was kind of a welcome presence when Byron came up beside her before she had a chance to respond.

Her heart fell, her face paling as he interjected himself.

"It's not a 'lovers' tiff'," she huffed, with annoyed finger air quotes around the term. "He's just my brother's friend. I wanted to know if he'd talk to him lately." The lie rolled off of her tongue a little too easily, although Dahlia supposed it wasn't a total lie. He was her brother's friend, and they had discussed her annoying brother.

Her eyebrows drew together as he continued. "And-- no. I really was busy with Alexa the other day." She huffed, before pressing a hand against Byron's arm.

"C'mon," she said, "let's just go. The game's about to start and I need to get down to the field."

Lia didn't bother to even glance in Tavon's direction. Whether it was from embarrassment that Byron had caught her with him, or based on his words was... well, it was unknown, really, even to her.

She just wanted to go.

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It kind of tickled as she wrote her number out on his hand, but there was a lopsided grin on Drake's face the entire time still. "A woman that carries a pen with her? I'll be thinkin' 'bout you all night," he promised, as he looked down at the number carefully scribbled across his hand.

Really, Drake should've done some kind of competition with someone to see who could get the most numbers, 'cause he would kill in that kind of competition, ya know? His brother had nothing on Drake's charm.

(That was a lie.)

"After this?" he echoed, tilting his head to the side a bit as he thought. "Well, I think Bentley's havin' a party, so maybe that... are you comin'?"

Oh yeah, Ines was totally into him. See, she wanted to know where he was gonna be, so she could go be there with him. Ya know. In like... a date fashion, obviously.

And they had laughed at his blog and his pickup lines, but look at him now.

Suck it, Everest and Tucker.

(Not Tucker, he'd always believed in Drake.)

(But Everest could suck it.)

(But not literally, just metaphorically.)

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Among all the zoning out his mind was engaged in, Felix hadn't even noticed the batteries on his AirPods had been drained out of juice a while ago. Now they would merely serve as vastly over-priced ear plugs, doing a vastly poor job at it, too. His auditory sense no longer fondled by sick tunes he could once again hear the surrounding world.

Felix's plan of laying low, in the literal sense, hadn't quite worked after all. Not that he minded too much, the guy seemed pleasent enough to bother conversing with. He de-AirPodded his ears to better comprehend what the stranger was saying, turning his head at his direction. All those questions and random pieces of information being shot at him like automatic fire caught him off guard, momentarily rendering him speechless before he was able to catch up.

"Hi! ...Yooo, where did you get all that energy from? Can I have some?" Rubbing his temple he truly craved the relief provided by a painkiller. "I wasn't sleeping for real, just too hungover to fully exist vertically right now." He shifted to assume the fabled 'Draw me like one of your French girls' position. "Cuddling, spooning? I guess they're pretty dank, depends who with!"

Felix pushed himself upwards with the arm that was supporting his upper body to take a look at the players on the bench, having no idea which one this Drake kid was. "Kk! Thing is, this is my first day so I don't know aaaany of these people. I was just recently sentenced to live here, like about 2 weeks ago." He returned to his original position and shook his head slightly at the inquiry whether he played sports, himself. "Nah, never been much of a team player." Giving his shoes a glance, he was puzzled by the unexpected foot size observation. He had never given much consideration to whether they were big or not, but they did indeed allow him to maintain his balance. Mission accomplished, then.

"Everest, huh? That's a badass name. Mine's Felix. I wouldn't be surprised if my parents got it from a random name generator." Felix didn't dislike his own name or anything, merely insinuating that his parents weren't the most nurturing type. His lame joke was emphasized with a snort and a facepalm.

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"Oh I was born and raised in Covington, it's the best town in Georgia, possibly the whole world but there's a lot to be offered here too."

She said glancing around the the bustling arena around them, she offered an enthusiastic wave towards a few girls who walked by that she had recognized from chemistry class. Only one of them returned the gesture while the others remained on their phones, Junwood might have had a point about that kind of 'single-mindedness.'

She gave a dismissive wave of her hand, a sort of oh you motion indicating that the boy need not worry about distracting the blonde

"You're not keeping me from anything, me and the girls are taking a little break from the sidelines. We need to give the boys a chance to be the center of attention for a while."

She laughed again, but then blushed upon his comment that she was 'out of the norm.' Thankfully it wasn't visible beneath her sufficient layer of foundation, bronzer, highliter, artificial blush, and of course, glitter. She wondered if it was a good thing for him to say that to her, was she out of the norm in a weird way, or a more unique and charming way. Perhaps it was just her southern nature causing her to read into things the same way her mama's clients always did when Mrs. Taylor cooed "Oh, bless your heart."

Her mind was soon distracted by his question about how football and cheerleading exactly worked, her eyes lit up. This was the kind of question she wished her teachers would ask more often. She launched into a brief (Well, in terms of Claudia Jean brief) explanations of the positions, the goals, the plays, and other essential information before getting to the good part. The stuff about cheer, while it wasn't her passion the way dance was or drill team used to be, it was still a hell of a lot of fun and deserved just as much respect as other sports. Especially the ones that they were cheering for. She would love to see someone like Micah, Vinny, or Connor pull off a solid kick double basket.

"Does that make sense to you?"

She asked, wrapping up her mildly longwinded impromptu speech.

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Of course Dahlia hadn’t a retort. Tavon said what was necessary, and although he liked Dahlia, he had no problem moving on. Did he want to? Of course not. But the individual was accustomed to moving on. Letting individuals stay complacent while he continued on. But he wouldn’t allow himself to be accustomed to the victim mentality, like others. He’ll make the best of whatever situation he’s presented with. Infact, ironically, Tavon could even find himself having more drive to make Dahlia regret her decision. But he wouldn’t turn back.

Though the youth was getting ahead of himself. He hadn’t quite given up, but at the same time his mindset was already re-evaluating. Already considering new paths.

As that thought process was rushing through his mindset some bitch boy appeared. Little fuck boy barked at him like a poodle wanting his chew toy. Tavon’s hazel spheres gazed at him as he slowly stood. Obviously towering over the kid.

Who the fuck was this, he thought? Don’t tell me this is her fuck boy, you serious? Tavon couldn’t help but smirk. Byron’s voice didn’t sound like it, but all Tavon could hear was a little kid sucking in helium. He gazed quickly over at Dahlia and thought to himself

‘You serious, this? Heh… k.’

Quickly then gazing back at Byron. He gave Byron a quick forceful push against Byron’s left pectoral muscle, which no doubt caused Byron to step back a couple steps from the forceful push.

Fuck around, and you’re gonna find out.

“Tell me bitch boy, cause I’m curious.”

Tavon said, pausing for a brief moment before continuing

“I read somewhere that you gain a heightened sense 10 minutes before your death… Do you? Or is it a myth?”

Tavon quickly positioned his own figure to the right side. With the forceful push from before Tavon achieved two things. Byron undoubtedly understood the force Tavon could achieve with his punches, a warning sign, essentially a

‘be careful bitch boy’

and the foremost reasoning. Tavon immediately understood the reach advantage he had upon his opponent, and would continuously operate within that distance.

“If you aren’t feeling any heightened sense, no worries. Was just curious, bitch boy.”

He stated it as the only obvious fact was he was dying in 10 minutes. Or he would be near that point. Nonetheless Tavon’s hazel spheres were constantly aware of the distance. The moment, if and when it happened, that Byron moved forward, and became within Tavon’s reaching distance. Tavon would provide a quick, but forceful right jab to his chromosome, specifically moreso to Byron’s facial right side. Therefore hopefully encouraging him to retreat to Tavon’s left. Followed immediately by an underhand left uppercut that would come in, at an angle towards Byron’s figure, IF Byron dodged and approached Tavon’s left.

This more than likely would make contact with Byron’s right rib cage. With the momentum of Tavon’s body behind the uppercut it’d undoubtedly cause some serious pain. The intent was obvious. If Byron didn’t encounter Tavon’s forward facing right jab he’d either dodge to the left and encounter Tavon’s left uppercut, or revert to Tavon’s far right side.

If Byron reverts to the right it’ll allow Tavon to recompose, back up, readjust the acknowledged distance and recycle with a more advantageous encounter. Since it’d take more time for Byron to come from the right, than left. Additionally it’d take more time for Byron to even come within reaching distance of Tavon. Naturally giving Tavon more time to react, than Byron. The core fundamental advantage of a longer reaching distance, is it gives the individual more time to react than the opponent. Furthermore, because of Tavon’s initial forceful right jab, and making the jab more difficult to dodge from the right.

This had all played out within his consciousness before anything had actually occurred. Like a strategic game of chess, and Tavon was all for it. THIS, was ironically quieting his demons better than Lia had, in quite some time. He felt at home here. No talking, no debating, just simple fighting.

Ask, and you shall receive.

Tavon needed this, someone to release his built up tension on. Nevertheless Tavon invited bitch boy to the dance

“But let's quit talking, come on bitch boy. Let’s dance. Don’t want you to be late, you’ve got a meeting with Death.”

Dahlia could do, or say nothing to stop Tavon from the current

‘transaction.’

The ONLY thing that would disrupt this encounter was Byron backing down… or possibly May, possibly.

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Dahlia of course, denying everything attempted to get Byron to back off and leave the situation. Her face was pale, and he could see the growing desperation in her eyes. His attention, however, was pulled in another direction. The ‘brothers’ friend’ had squared up. He had risen to his feet revealing the sheer size of him. Then suddenly, Byron felt himself be forcefully pushed towards the walkway between rows of seats. He watched the confident smirk on the taller boy’s face, his own face a mix of disgust and pure unbridled rage.

The warning was very clear, and so was the danger of the situation he had found himself in. “Lia. Just stay out of the way” he called to her in a low voice.

This was going to get messy.

It had always been the way for Byron. The only time he could see past the fog of his busy mind was in situations like this. When the adrenaline was pumping, when the danger was high. Suddenly his mind was quiet, clear and precise. His body was like a coiled spring every wiry muscle tensed. Byron let the guy say his pretty words as he quickly analysed the situation. He soon determined that his only real chance was to stay in as close as he could, stay in the youth’s face. He hard to try to counter the reach advantage, or he was, as his opponent put it, going to have a meeting with death.

Easier said than done of course. But another thing he had going for him was that he had been heavily underestimated. His opponent saw him as a punching bag, someone to unload his fury onto. The attitude he had was a similar one to the way his own father viewed him. Something he could hopefully exploit. And the battlefield itself was small. The landing between the rows of chairs did not leave much space to move. The fight would likely have to be relatively close quarters anyway.

All his opponents’ words bounced off him harmlessly. “You really like the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” He quipped. Clearly this guy had been looking for an excuse to fight. He recognised the attitude; he was very familiar with the need to release that pent up tension. When the youth finally stopped mouthing off and invited him to fight, Byron finally gave him a smirk. Cracking his neck he stared down his foe. “Well finally” he growled “I thought you’d never stop fucking talking” short and simple, yet fully showing Byron’s indifference to Tavon’s threats. With that he moved. Byron closed the distance quick; he was very light on his feet. As soon as Byron was within reaching distance, his opponent made his strike. Byron had his fists up high, guarding his face, head ducked beneath them to deflect the blow from hitting his face. Naturally he shifted his weight to the left as he ducked, only to be met with a jab coming from that direction.

The jab broke through, he saw it but could not evade it entirely. Instead, he attempted to lessen the blow with fast footwork alone. Pushing off his front right foot, trying to lurch back towards the right. The blow hit him in the ribs yet was more glancing that it should have been. The sheer power behind the jab removed all the air from his lungs regardless. White hot pain shot through his body, but sheer determination and a hefty serving of adrenaline helped him recover quickly.

In. now.

His right foot planted, and pushed him forwards, his guard was up again, and with a bloodcurdling yell he attempted to enter the larger boy’s personal space and limit his reach. With his left hand he attempted a strike to the bigger opponent quickly and in the most accessible place, which in this case was the right side of his torso. His strike was fueled with the pain that had just been inflicted on him.

Byron hoped to both inflict pain and cause his opponent to drop his guard, even a little. His next strike would be to aim higher.

His head was ducked low too, ready to make a meaningful attempt to duck to the right under any blow that should come his way. Byron continued by stepping forward trying to continue to stay inside Tavon’s reach and also drive his opponent towards the end of the platform. He kept his center of gravity low using his legs to generate kinetic energy towards his fist as he sprung upwards like a slinky and aimed his closed fist towards Tavon’s chin.

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Leo felt the weight of Byron’s words lingering in his mind as he watched his best friend slip away. The reminder echoed, pushing past his self-doubt and lingering anxieties. Byron had always been good at that, boosting his spirits when he felt unsure, especially when it came to Olivia. Leo had only shown up today because of Byron’s insistence, but deep down, there was a bigger reason, her.

As Olivia moved closer, Leo felt his pulse quicken. Her presence always did that to him. She was like gravity, drawing him in effortlessly. He let his back lean against the fence, trying to appear relaxed even though his mind was racing. When she started talking, the soft mumble of her words made him smile. She was trying to act casual, but he could tell she meant it when she said she was glad he was there.

“Come on, Livy,” he said, his voice warm, playful. “You don’t have to pretend like you didn’t want to see me. I know you too well for that.” There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but it was grounded in something real, something deeper. He watched her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, that simple gesture pulling at his heartstrings. She didn’t know it, but moments like these made him fall for her even more.

When she started talking about how everything felt different, Leo felt that same shift in the air. The year had barely begun, but the weight of it was already pressing down on him. He knew this year would be different because it was his last. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but one thing had become clearer over the years, Olivia. She was the one thing that grounded him in all the chaos, even if she didn’t realize it.

“Yeah, things are changing,” he said, his voice softer now, more reflective. “It’s my last year, you know? Everyone says it's exciting to be to leaving, to finally get out of here… and I am, I guess.”

He paused for a second, trying to find the right words. “I mean, I’ll be glad to get away from the drama, the stupid parties, all the stuff that doesn’t really matter.” He glanced over at her, his eyes searching hers. “There’s just one thing that would hold me back.” His gaze lingered, his heartbeat a little faster as he spoke. He didn’t say it outright, but he hoped she could feel it, could hear the unspoken truth behind his words. Her. She was the reason leaving didn’t feel like an escape but more like something he wasn’t ready to do just yet.

Leo leaned slightly toward her, his voice low and intimate, almost like they were the only two people in the world. “You’ve always been the thing that makes this place feel different, even when everything else changes, you’re the one constant.”

He let the words settle between them, his heart racing in anticipation of how she’d respond. He wasn’t used to laying his feelings out like this, but if Byron was right, if she had been looking at him the way he hoped… maybe this was his moment...maybe...

“Maybe that’s why it feels different,” he added, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “because we’re both changing too. Whatever happens though, I’m still here. I’ll always be here… for you.” He tried to play it off casually, but his voice held that undercurrent of sincerity, that quiet promise he wasn’t sure she fully understood. He hoped -God, he hoped- that maybe she felt the same.

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God the way he said Livy, he really knew all the right ways to make her heart melt.

She flushed as he practically caught her red handed. - So what!?! She only missed her best friend and that was normal! There was nothing there that even remotely said otherwise!- At least that's what she kept telling herself, he was just someone she could lean on, on days where she needed someone to talk to rather than getting high and having a fling…Just like friends do.

But friends didnt make each other's hearts swell and race, friends weren't constantly the one thing on each other's minds, friends didnt make each other face bright red and hot, friends didnt make her lose her track of thought and become all nervous tripping over her words like a fool.

No, no friend did that.

But….Leo did.

Her eyes shifted to find his own, the small sparkle in her own as he spoke. Her heart beat in her chest like it was craving to be let out. His words didn't need any explanation, he'd needed her just like she'd needed him.

But Olivia’s hard stubborn head said completely otherwise. - he's probably just going to miss being in a small town and his friends, for a little while then things would be fine…normal….normal?…what would that even be without him? - She didn't want to admit it but she knew how alone she'd go back to feeling. Sure she knew many people, she had Alexandra who was really sweet at times and she could always rely on her to talk to, she had Atlas-well she didn't exactly know about where that stood anymore and she was entirely sure if it was a bad thing. Then there was Everest and he's nice and all but he's as wise and smart as Drake…so not exactly someone you'd ever want to actually talk to. Then there was Junwoo- don't even get her started on him….the thing was none of them were Leo or ever would be Leo.

So instead of letting her heart lead, she let her head lead. Her eyes traveled away from him and to the field. That conversation that could have led somewhere and gone deeper is now being closed abruptly. [how familiar? It seemed any time things got this close she shut those doors just a bit harder than before]

“I know… I know” she said quietly, maybe that's why her heart tugged and even hurt when he tried to get closer. Because deep down she knew she'd only end up hurting him. She wasn't going to be tied down…she couldn't risk it all again for anyone. She couldn't end up like her past self, she couldn't end up like her mother, she refused to end up stuck in a position she'd never know how to leave. So instead she'd hurt people around her and act like it never hurt her.

Act like sleeping with Atlas for money and then telling him he meant nothing didnt hurt.

Act like seeing her mother being constantly hurt by her father never hurt.

Act like all the time she's slept with people then ghosted them never hurt.

Act like selling products to innocent people never hurts.

Act like standing here next to Leo and shutting those doors to a future she could never have…didn't kill her inside.

No, she was stone cold. Pain? Empathy? She knew nothing of the sort.

“It's just another year” she shrugged now trying to play it off, play off anything she'd been trying to open up too. “Another dragging long year filled with nothing of interest…honestly I think once I become a Senior…i'll be excited to get away” she looked over at him tilting her head. “You could make a new life for yourself, start something new…and fall into a new reality…” she said as if hinting to him what he wanted [what she wanted] was something they both could never have.

“Anyways, I heard about the party after you coming? Cause i'm still deciding on it, but i've been talking to Caleb so I already know my night is busy…but the party could be fun to attend together get a couple drinks in a couple laughs…like the old times” she said the smile on her face reforming as she thought back to their first meeting at the park. Him having been suspended and her having just left class and her house.

It was the day her father had been screaming at her mother, while like usual her mother stayed quiet and frail, never able to stand up for herself. She couldn't help but imagine herself in her mothers position in the future…it killed her, but she never got involved..the last time she did it ended with a black eye. So she walked out storming off to the park, and conventionally enough Leo was there, and they were sitting on the swings together, somehow a conversation had broken out.

At first it was a pretty depressing and anger filled conversation and it was her first about her father and mother. He was the first person who knew about it and knew about it from the beginning rather than needing to gain her trust…maybe it was from the heat of the moment…but the reality was she had an underlying trust in him. Her heart and head had told him it was okay. He was safe. And she fell into it, and the conversation shifted to laughter before they'd gone to his house, and she'd had her first drink. She couldn't remember much but Leo seemed to enjoy reminding her of acting a fool.

“Or am I going to have to convince you to come over?” she said with a small smirk, deciding to change the conversation to a more playful one. One that was familiar, filled with teasing and childish excitement. “because I can be pretty persuasive if I do say so myself just name your price and i'll do it” She wanted him there…she didn't entirely know why but she knew having him there then not just felt a lot better. Just like this game, maybe she was just a bit attached - ABSOLUTELY NOT! It's normal to have friends by your side. Sheesh, get those stupid ideas out of your head! -

 

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Some girl that clearly knew Mei came walking up, and soon his sister was clearly distracted. He was prepared to say goodbye and continue his way to the field, when she pulled out some craft thing. He blinked, before giving a small smile, as he took one from her. A little green pompom keychain.

"Thanks, Mei," he said, and was prepared -- once again -- to head off, when Alexa found him instead of the other way around. He waited while Mei said hi to his girlfriend, and Alexa returned the greeting, before he gave a little wave to his sister. "I'll see you after the game," he promised, before finally heading off with his girlfriend beside him this time.

"Hey," Connor breathed out a small sigh of relief as they started through the crowd. He frowned briefly, glancing behind them to see if Alexandra's friends were trailing after them. "You're... by yourself?" he asked, trying not to sound too surprised about the fact.

But, listen, it did feel like she was almost always with those two. And it's not like he had anything against Alexa's friends necessarily, but ah... well, sometimes a guy just wanted alone with his girlfriend, alright?

"And... no Everest?" he added, with another glance around. He gave a faint smile, before wrapping his free arm (so ya know, the one that didn't have a bag resting on it) over her shoulder. "Shit, guess I did scare him off, huh?"

Not that he thought the situation would last long. He was pretty sure Everest had a two second attention span.

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They weren't listening.

There wasn't much (alright, that was a lie already) in the world that got under Dahlia's skin like people ignoring her, but... yeah, it was probably one of her biggest pet peeves. She wanted to be able to speak and be heard, and the way that Byron brushed her off just... kind of annoyed her? It was complicated -- because it did, and it didn't.

"Guys, stop," Lia pleaded as she stepped onto one of the benches to give herself a little more height, but neither of them were listening to her.

This was stupid. Boys were stupid. They were on top of the bleachers, and a fight would not only lead to serious injury. Like, if they were gonna fight, couldn't they at least take it down to ground level? And slightly off school property so they didn't risk suspension, expulsion, detention, whatever the hell punishments school would inevitably toss at them.

"Don't be idiots," she called again, but all of her pleas fell on deaf ears. She huffed as she watched them, growing more and more irritated by the second.

Turns out, they definitely weren't listening, as she watched Byron's fist connect with Tavon.

Lia wasn't surprised, but she was still caught off guard by the act.

And--

Well, who was she supposed to be siding with?

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Alexa didn’t have too many hopes for this new gathering of people. It seemed destiny wanted her to be surrounded by as many people as possible that day, something that was starting to irk her. But at least this group would likely be more bearable than the circus she’d left a few minutes ago. Nevertheless, some of them were already on their way out, as Mei seemed eager to be somewhere else. That didn’t stop the girl from saying hello to Alexandra.

Their relationship? Well, Alexandra couldn’t say they were particularly close—certainly not close enough to be best friends—but it was definitely more amicable than her relationship with Byron, which leaned toward neutral. With Mei, they were more like acquaintances who got along—not because Alexandra didn’t want more, but because that’s just how their dynamic worked best.

“Oh, thanks,”

Alexa said as she took notice of the keychains Mei had handed her. But before she could say anything else, Mei was already long gone.

Mei’s sudden departure quickly slipped from her mind as soon as she spotted Connor. A light smile appeared on her face. “Hello to you too,” she said, but she noticed how Connor glanced behind them, clearly searching for Dahlia and Claudia Jean.

“You seem a bit too surprised by that,”

Alexa added with a small chuckle.

“Lia went somewhere else after we arrived, and Claudia Jean, I’m sure, went to retouch the glitter she decided to wear today for the game. She tried to convince us to put it on, but didn’t succeed. Wasn’t sure having my cheeks covered in glitter would’ve been a good look for me. Pretty sure you would’ve burst out laughing the moment you saw me.”

She could understand why it might be surprising to see her alone, especially since she was usually with her best friends. But if she thought about it, in a year she’d be on her own—of course, with Connor by her side—but both Lia and Claudia Jean wouldn’t be people she saw every day anymore.

“Ugh, don’t say his name,” she added with an annoyed tone.

“I fear how weird it is—he always seems to know when to show up when someone mentions him.”

Then, she stopped and set herself in front of Connor, intertwining her arms around his neck.

“I’m pretty sure you did. Now, the important question is: that first touchdown—is it going to be to impress the college recruiters or to impress me?”

She smirked.

“Although, why don’t we make it a bit more interesting? Let’s set a number of touchdowns, and if you get them, well, I’ll do anything you ask. And if not, you’ll have to do whatever I want. So, what’s your answer, Williams?”

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Junwoo hadn’t realized it until he unleashed the proverbial beast of quick and fluid explanations about football, and cheer. Junwoo already had the basic understanding. As previously mentioned. He just desired a conversation with the woman. Something to discuss, and although he could tell she was generally smart. Sometimes encouraging that intellect by explaining subjects that you’re already familiar with, generally boosts the ego.

Nonetheless by quick, and excitedly quick. It was exactly that. Descriptive but a mile a minute in reference to explanation. His ebony orbs looking upon the beautiful woman in relative shock. It was like he asked a squirrel how good a nut is. If this wasn’t her passion, she sure was good at making it seem otherwise.

A small accepting crease graced Junwoo’s lips, an amiable chuckle following.

“Heh, my… I mean sure. It does but that was one heck of an explanation. I can tell you’re quite passionate about cheer, and football. It’s a shame you’ve gotta return, at some point, to the sideline. I’d love a play-by-play breakdown from you.”

He said gazing upon her with soft hues. Attempting to appear accepting of the woman’s personality. Which he was, it was like a ray of sunshine. Even the harshest of comments, Junwoo thought, wouldn’t make her sad. But then again, they had just formally met. So he could be wrong. She was something different though, something he hadn’t had. Especially in his

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“I know they break it down over the intercom but after hearing your explanation. If it isn’t you telling me, then it just isn’t as good.”

He said, giving a small smile as he ran his digits through his ebony locks again. He disliked having his hair brush against his forehead, therefore the reasoning behind the consistency of running his fingers through his hair.

“Not to mention that sweet accent, in and of itself, is alluring.”

She was just the type of woman that you could have the worst day in the world. But seeing her, that could change it almost instantly. You could feed off her positivity.

This was all things he acknowledged on their first encounter. It may seem as though Junwoo was slightly infatuated with the woman. He wasn’t necessarily but his entire life was focused around doing whatever necessary for success. Oftentimes that required manipulative and ‘evil’ thoughts. So this positivity wasn’t something he was used to, and therefore he was drawn in by it.

“I can’t help but admit I find you to be an amazing woman, Claudia Jean. The world could be in turmoil but it seems like you’d find the sunshine in the darkest of clouds.”

He chuckled gently at his evaluation

“not to sound overly creepy about it. Just that if I were to give your personality a color, it would most definitely be pink… if that makes sense.”

He had hoped this relationship would continue. Where it would lead, he hadn’t known but he couldn’t deny there was something there.

“That said, how often are you able to return to us commoners in the bleachers? I’d like a continuous breakdown of particular plays from you.”

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Nonetheless as Byron approached, he dodged Tavon’s initial jab. Perfect, as Tavon had intended. Honestly, it was Byron’s best option as well. With his shorter frame, and shorter reach. The unfortunate circumstance for Byron was he’d have to take some punches. As Tavon’s left handed uppercut landed into Byron’s ribcage, two things occurred.

One, with the force of the punch Tavon could tell it hurt. But two, Tavon immediately realized Byron knew what he was doing. As the contact wasn’t as strong as it could’ve been. Byron used his momentum to make the contact less impactful. However, given Byron’s response from the contact. It was obvious it hurt.

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Byron, using his lower stock, was… building up his little Mario uppercut. Tavon, meanwhile realized what was going on, withdrawing his fist, realized he could use the momentum of Byron’s actions and throw him over Tavon’s shoulders. Therefore allowing for the distance to be re-established. Which would require Byron to once again, try and get into Tavon’s superior reach space.

Leaning Tavon’s upper figure back, away from Byron, which naturally meant his head as well, at the exact moment that Byron lunged towards, what was assumed, the old positioning of Tavon’s chromosome with his fist, Tavon clutched upon Byron's shirt. Preparing to lunge him over his shoulder and have him land several feet behind Tavon.

Tavon still wasn’t quite sure why Byron’s counter was directed to the hardest body part to hit. Usually any facial target hits are meant to set the individual up for something larger. As a fight lasts, then you naturally really start focusing on the head blows. Nonetheless as Tavon more than inevitably threw Byron over his shoulders, away from Dahlia, Tavon’s vision had viewed an individual that Byron’s free flying figure was headed straight for. Is that?

“Fuck! No!”

Tavon yelled, Byron was already lunging that way. Tavon couldn’t stop him, FUCK!

Tavon started rushing towards the direction in which he threw Byron. This fight was over, especially if what Tavon assumed was about to happen, did happen.

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Byron knew he’d fucked up as soon as he felt hands on his shirt. His stomach dropped. He had too much momentum to do anything about it. Byron was helplessly wrenched off his feet, and then he was airborne. He tumbled and landed, but before hitting the concrete steps his body collided with something much softer. With some of his momentum absorbed he rolled down a couple of the steps and came to a stop. The pain around his rib cage was so great he thought he was going to black out for a second there. Panting, he steadied his swimming vision and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. Slowly straightening he turned his head to look at who he’d hit, then his blood ran cold. God, it was his sister.

“Fuck… fuck!” He heaved himself up with great effort and travelled down the rest of the steps “Mei… shit… Mei can you hear me??” Ok, focus. Breathing? Yes she was breathing. “Mei, can you say my name?” He said, ignoring his own pain and going through all the things he could remember about first aid.

He did a once over. The back of her head was bleeding, she was probably concussed. Adults who’d been coming, assumably, to stop them crowded around he looked around at them, “Byron Williams! Tavon Greene, what on god’s green earth!” His science teacher of all people “I need to get her to the doctor!” He said firmly “You will do no such thing-“he looked ready to square off with the guy for that “Look, she will ONLY see one doctor, I know where to go and who to call. Fucking check with our dad.” He reasoned, somewhat desperately. “Lia and… what the fuck ever your name is. Tavon. Will you look after her please, while I bring my car to the fire exit down there? Just, see if you can get her down to it.” He could see by his face that he knew Mei, he looked devastated. “Mei, fucking hell, nothing changes, you’re always trying to get in the damn way.” There was no anger in his voice, he felt defeated.

The adrenaline was really starting to wear thin, and the pain was amping up. If Tavon hadn’t cracked a rib, being thrown into the stairs sure fucking had. Without giving anyone a chance to argue, he quickly set off on his mission. How hard had he tried to keep Mei at a distance, and yet there she was. Always putting herself in harms way. Byron believed that she was too… good… to be around him at all. All throughout their childhood whenever he was in a confrontation with their father, she was there trying to help him. This tiny girl, barely verbal, trying to help HIM. It was Ludacris! How many times had he told her just to stay out of his way.

Finally, the youth got to his car. He ripped it around to the fire exit in question, hoping to gods the teachers hadn’t had time to take over. She thought she had come so far with her autism, but Byron knew her triggers, and hospitals, god were they one of them. She needed her doctor. He punched in the direct line, his father’s old colleague and probably the closest thing Byron had ever had as a true father figure. Luckily still practicing at the local general practitioners Dr Lee. “Dr Lee’s office…” Came the voice

“Pete, it’s Byron. Can you fit Mei in?” There was a pause “Byron, you know I’m not supposed to-“ He cut the doctor off “I said can you fit her in or not? She’s fallen down some stairs, she’s bleeding at the back of her head. She’s conscious and aware but it was an hard hit…” Another pause “She should be going to the hospital, Byron…” He must have heard his disgruntled sigh “look. Ok, fine. Yes. Just come in” The phone clicked off, and Byron sighed with relief, and got out of the car, looking for his sister.

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Headphones now secure, she fished around for Tavon’s Pom Pom keychain. His was navy blue at his request, and she’d added a lighter blue to contrast, the two colours intertwining in a wavy pattern. She smiled at it then put it in the pocket of her green hoodie. She was happy she could ask him his favourite colour first, felt more personalised. Once again she also felt nervous that he’d think it was lame. With that, Mei set off towards the stand.

As she approached, she could hear a commotion coming from up ahead. As she approached it got louder until she realised it was Byron’s angry voice she was hearing. Mei sped up her pace, worried now. Hell, she was always worried when she heard Byron. When she was within eyesight of the unfolding confrontation her heart sunk. Horror was written across Mei’s face as she looked on at the unfolding scene in front of her. People had started to gather around them, but she could see two faces, her brother and her friend.

Is this my fault for opening my big mouth about Byron?

Guilt clutched at her. She didn’t want this. She knew Byron, she’d seen him fight their father when he was just an 11-year-old kid, and he didn’t give up until he literally couldn’t go on. He’d die before he let others perceive him as weak. And Tavon, she didn’t know him as well, but he was much bigger than Byron, an intimidating figure, and full of his own demons. She knew he was in a bad state of mind from their text conversation before the game. He could really hurt Byron, and what would that mean for his own future when their wealthy father pressed charges?

Plus, on school grounds? Hadn’t Byron learnt from any of his past transgressions?

She shoved her headphones into her bag just in time to hear Tavon throw down the gauntlet, and Byron responded in turn. Mei started pushing past the small amount of people who had begun to take notice of the confrontation and gather around. Her social anxiety gone for the time being she yelled out “move! Get out of the way!” slowly making her way up the stairs towards the landing where the fight was just beginning. MAYBE, just maybe she could get through to Tavon.

She reached the landing in the row below the one they were fighting on. Tavon had landed a hit to Byron’s ribs. She watched the pain on his face before he made a quick recovery and shot forward. Fuck what should I do? Will they even hear me? She started up the steps, taking a deep breath ready to call out to the boys with all her might. “Tavon!! Byro-“ But before she could finish her sentence she found that all the air had been knocked from her lungs.

She’d seen Byron fly towards her and had slightly twisted her body away in response, her arms up as a reflex. A heavy weight took her off her feet and sent her crashing down the steps she had just climbed to land painfully on the next landing down, coming to a dead stop. Her head had violently smacked the concrete landing. Nausea and pain rocked her, she gasped for breath.

She reached a shaky hand up to the back of her head.

Wet… sticky

Mei looked at her hand.

Blood

She felt bile rise in her throat. Her vision was spotty. The world felt like it was spinning. “Ugh…”. Voices all around her, faces staring down at her, Mei couldn’t make her eyes focus properly. Byron’s face appeared, she heard him, asking her questions. Tavon, not far behind him. “I… can hear you, Byron” She managed, answering two of his questions in one. Satisfied with that he spoke again. His voice was…. Sad? She grimaced at his words, though. Before she had time to figure out what to say back, she heard him arguing with a teacher.

Oh no.

She didn’t want an ambulance; she didn’t want to be anywhere near a hospital. Although it was so long ago, they still triggered PTSD symptoms in her. But… how did Byron know? She didn’t figure him to pay enough attention to her to know… well… any of her triggers. She felt so shocked she barely spoke, just let the conversation play out around her while she slowly tried to process what the hell had just happened to her. She heard him ask Tavon and Lia to help her while he got the call. “Tavon…” She began and then tried to sit up. When she pushed on the ground with her hands she suddenly yelped and slipped back down again. When she had tried to use it there had been intense and sharp pain in her left wrist. The pain had radiated up her arm to the joint and was now throbbing terribly. She closed her eyes a moment, grimacing with the pain in both her head and left hand.

She sat up once more, this time just using her right hand and holding the offending arm to her chest protectively. She didn’t trust her coordination if she were to stand by herself. Just sitting upright had made her foggy head spin again. She was still having trouble processing things. "Can you help me up?" She asked him “I think my wrist might me broken and my… am I bleeding badly?” She wasn’t sure. She put her hand to the back of her hair again. She didn’t think so, It already felt tacky. She was trying her best to appear better than she was, for Tavon’s sake, but it wasn’t exactly how she hoped her day would go.

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"Yeah," he agreed. "Body glitter kinda makes me think of, ya know... strippers." He explained, followed by a small grin.

Connor had never been the most outspoken, or the happiest. He tended to have the same kind of bored expression on his face from day to day, with brief moments of laughter or faint smiles crossing every now and again. But when he was with Alexa, he tended to be... happier? More relaxed? Something along those lines -- like he wasn't stuck in a box, trying so hard to impress his parents that would never be truly impressed.

Alexa took a lot of that pressure off -- and maybe that's why he was dead set on attending the same college she did. Not that that necessarily hindered him in any way. Alexandra was just as smart and driven as he was, so it wasn't like he'd be throwing his life away.

Although, of course, his parents had vastly different opinions on that, too.

It was kind of the one thing that he allowed himself to argue with them about.

And, see, when Alexandra moved in front of him, her arms intertwining around his neck, like... any of his worries? Kind of faded. And he couldn't help but smile wider, with a soft laugh at what she said, as his hands came to rest on her hips.

"Both," he admitted, and Connor glanced towards the stands. "I dunno if there's even college recruiters here -- or if they are, do I care? It'll just be North Dakota universities, probably, and... I dunno." He shrugged. "I wouldn't mind getting outta here for a few years, ya know?"

Because, no matter how much he might want to do his own thing, he knew his path would inevitably lead him back home, where he'd take over his parents' business.

Born, raised, and then he would die in Haven Falls. Woo.

"You're on," he said, with a grin, before giving Alexa a quick kiss.

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She'd expected blood, and a stupid injury.

(Dahlia had kind of been looking forward to it -- you know, so she could stress how right she was, and how wrong they were.)

But she hadn't expected it to be Li Mei, Byron's younger sister.

It all happened in both slow motion and so fast -- one minute, she's yelling from the sidelines for Byron and Tavon to knock it off. And the next, Byron was being used as bowling ball to take down his sister. She went, tumbling to the ground, and her head connected with the cement steps.

Dahlia winced, but she didn't look away, as Byron scrambled to his sister's side and blood stained the gray cement.

"Yeah, yeah, go get your car," she said, waving a hand dismissively in Byron's direction as she made her way down the bleachers to Mei's side. The girl seemed... kind of okay, but Lia knew that she was probably much worse off than she was letting on at this moment.

She glanced in Tavon's direction with a sour glare. "I told you fighting was stupid."

As Li Mei tried to push herself up, Dahlia shook her head. "Just... wait until Byron comes back with his car, okay?"

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Surrounded by a small group of girls, each vying for his attention, Caleb played his part effortlessly. His laugh was easy, his banter smooth, as he kept them entertained with just the right amount of flirtation, sending playful winks and flashing his signature smirk. The energy was contagious, but Caleb thrived in this chaos, always in his element when eyes were on him. He tossed a casual arm around one of the girls, leaning in to whisper something that made her giggle, while the others hung onto his every word.

But then, in the middle of a joke, he caught a glimpse of someone in the crowd that made him pause. There, sitting a few rows up, was Sam. Cool, composed, and seemingly uninterested in the social swirl surrounding the game, Sam was the kind of person who never tried to impress anyone—and that intrigued Caleb more than he cared to admit.

For a moment, the noise around him faded. The girls’ chatter became background noise as Caleb’s attention zeroed in on Sam. The easy confidence that usually dripped off him was suddenly challenged by a flicker of something new—curiosity, maybe even excitement. He tilted his head slightly, his playful demeanor softening as he wondered what it was about Sam that always managed to draw him in without even trying.

His mind raced. Should he walk over? Make a smooth, casual approach? Or let Sam come to him? Caleb wasn’t used to being the one who had to strategize when it came to attention. Normally, everything flowed toward him. But Sam was different. And that, he decided, was what made this game night much more interesting than he expected.

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“Where the Baddies with the Addy!!!”

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amantha kept watching the people around her. The first football game and there was already a fight? Damn... that was... well, expected. After watching her peers for as long as she had, there was definitely a pattern of drama. Especially around the beginning of the school year. Which honestly surprised her, with how little time they'd been around each other to cause the drama.

It didn't matter. The clear cliques formed around the bleachers, there were the social outcasts, the cheerleaders, popular kids, and of course. Caleb's posse of obsessed girls. No matter how much he had been intriguing her the last week, she told herself that she'd never be a groupie. To anyone. Especially not him.

She'd been so focused on figuring out the cliques that Sam forgot she was supposed to be meeting Robert. Well, supposed to be is the key. He clearly forgot, and wasn't anywhere to be seen. Looking around, she told herself he probably just had somewhere more important to be. There was no way he'd just ditch her for no reason... right? Right. It was definitely important.

"Whatever..."

Sam muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes and going back to determining any patterns she saw amongst the crowd. Nothing was too evident... But that party was later, so maybe she'd see some there. Or, maybe, hopefully, she'd distract herself with some very much needed "happy juice."

Sam took another look of the crowd. Why was Caleb staring at her? That was weird, right? She thought for a few seconds on what to do. She could either ignore it and sit there, uncomfortably, or confront him.

Obviously she wasn't going to confront him. Well, not here anyway. That would be stupid, especially with his posse of obsessed girls. So she decided to stay put, but just give him a very... confused look. Being very odd, in true Sam fashion.

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football stadium

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Syrok18

 

[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Asocial

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Under the bleachers

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Dahlia Winona

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Ashlyn Bluesky_101

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Sebastian Quinto

Don't think you're having all the fun
You know me, I hate everyone

“Keep it low, dipshit,” Seb hissed at the sophomore trying to thrust a crumpled wad of bills at him.

Yes, the transaction was hidden away under the bleachers, probably safe from the prying eyes of school administrators, but it wasn't a guarantee that nobody was watching. Seb liked to play it safe with his prolific little enterprise. Cash only, no Venmo. The last thing he wanted was a paper trail. The school year had only just gotten underway, but the sheer volume of essays and math homework and book reports he’d already produced for his lazier classmates was no doubt enough of a rap sheet to land him in some serious trouble.

Seb snatched the money from the kid quickly. “Day after tomorrow,” He curtly informed his client of the turnaround time, in a tone so abrupt it would surely implore the other to take the hint and get lost.

Stuffing the cash in his pocket, he watched the younger boy wander off. Now alone, Seb pondered doing the same. The only reason he even showed up to this thing was to conduct a little business and possibly see Dahlia Blake in her cheer uniform. The latter, unfortunately, would require him to step out from the shadows for an optimal view. It could be worth it though, even if it meant actually sitting on the correct side of the bleachers squeezed in amongst tons of other students, all screeching and hopped up on school spirit.

Yet he wouldn't be alone for long. Staring idly at his clunky boots, the loner glanced up at the sound of softly approaching footsteps. Crystal blue eyes were heavily rimmed in smudged black liner, the contrast making them burn far more intensely as they narrowed at the intrusion.

Seb froze like a deer in headlights once he suddenly realized he was in the company of a highly attractive girl. And remained stuck that way for a few awkward seconds until a spark of recognition spread across his face. Her glossy mane and flawless, tawny complexion certainly jogged his memory, but how could he forget their hallway collision on the first day of school, sending his dog-eared copy of Slaughterhouse-Five skidding across the floor?

“Oh, hey. New Girl,” He smirked, regarding Ashlyn with a nod and nickname, even if he most certainly remembered her proper name. “Seb,” The boy added, fully aware it was very possible she might've forgotten his. “Oh, you're not gonna crash into me this time? Awesome,” He teased, snickering.

He let his shoulders drop in a lazy shrug at Ashlyn questioning him why he was creeping around beneath the crowd, perhaps avoiding it just like she was.

You gotta admit, it's better than being up there, she mused. He definitely wouldn't argue with that sentiment.

“Fuck yeah, why do you think I'm down here?” Seb replied, slumping against a nearby beam.

“But what're you really doing down here?” He joked with a playfully suspicious quirk of his brow. “This is where all the nefarious shit goes down. Uh, I mean, so I've heard."

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Jack Harris

Not Enough

Katherine had woken up this morning at her desk, her head on the pages of the science paper she had printed and had been pouring over last night, trying to memorise so she could present it in class. It was 2 in the morning to be exact. She was still clothed, he bed was still made nearly, un-disturbed. She shifted, straightened up her back with a whimper as her body protested the movement. Her neck and back ached terribly from the way she had slept. That’s what you get for sleeping at a desk, I suppose.

Kat stood, slowly. She reached for her phone and set her usual morning alarm. She threw off her jeans but otherwise went to sleep in her day clothes. When the alarm woke her up, she was groggy, and still sore. She didn’t even say hi to her mum and dad- she didn’t hear them as they called out their good mornings, until she actually felt a tap on the shoulder.

“Kathie, are you feeling ok? I said your name a few times.” Blinking slowly she looked at her mum as she put her hand to Kay’s forehead “Sorry mum, still waking up. I’ve gotta shower.”

Once the hot water hit her skin, her brain finally kicked into gear. Thoughts about her presentation began to assault her. She knew it, by heart, but still she anxiously recited it in her busy head like a mantra. Her chest kind of hurt, her breath didn’t seem to fill her lungs properly, but these symptoms were just apart of her every day morning routine at this point. Shouldn’t she be thinking about the game tonight? About seeing her friends again, Addy and Ana? Shouldn’t she be thinking about what she was gonna wear? How to style her hair? Normal teenage girl stuff? Not the assignment she had OVER prepared for!?


Once she arrived, the school day passed by in a blur. She was so tired, she barely felt she took in what her teachers said. In her seconds last class of the day, she had actually fallen asleep and had to be awoken by the teacher, who looked at her very concerned. She was just lucky none of her friends were in that class. She couldn’t have them worry about her.

As the teacher was concluding her seccond last lesson of the day, she announced a group project, Kats worst nightmare. She was pared with a kid she barely knew. The teacher game them a topic and asked them to find their partner after class. She approached them as they were laughing with their friends “Hey, I think we’re working together, can we make a time to-“ the student dismissed her, looking kind of pissed. “Yeah, whatever, meet me in the music room.”

Kat pushed through her last class. She texted her friends she’d run slightly late due to the project and headed to the music room. When she got there, of course, she was alone. Annoyed, she sat down on one of the piano seats and tried to stay alert, waiting for them to arrive. Her frustration was building steadily. She checked the time constantly. She waited what felt like forever before getting the shits and leaving.

Running late for what??? To be just stood up?She headed to the school car park. Her friends would probably be at Ana’s house already. In the courtyard between the school gates she stopped. What the actual fuck. That was THEM. Her stupid partner, just chilling. God she could have clocked them in that moment. She took a deep breath and approached loudly.

“Are you serious???” She said, approaching and aggressively jabbing them on the shoulder. The girl looked at her with disinterest “What!?” Katherine was flabbergasted “You stood me up??” She responded, and gained an eye roll “I’m not working with you. You’re literally a nazi. Besides, everyone knows you’ll just do it anyway.” The girl had a nasty smirk on her face. Kat wanted to retort but well… she wasn’t wrong.

Kat would do all the work herself over failing the project. And she had learnt not to be a snitch either, thanks to some pretty harsh bullying. No point responding. She had places to be. She didn’t really have time to go home and bring her outfits to Liana’s house. At this point, she may as well stay at school and just wait around before heading straight over to the game. She texted her friends and had a brief exchange with them, and headed to the school bathroom to get changed.

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The roar of the crowds was getting louder and Kat knew her friends wouldn’t be far behind now. She had to wake the hell up and put on her fun face so she could enjoy the game with them. She needed to know what was happening tonight too. Ana had been mentioning some party, though she wasn’t sure even who the host was. She hadn’t personally received an invite, and she would certainly only be going to support Liana if she did. She headed through the entrance and pulled out her phone to call Liana.

“Hey, girl I’m soo sorry, are you guys here?” She asked when Ana answered. “I’ll meet you over by the entrance then we can head up to the bleachers!!”

Once she was done with her call she hung up and put her phone away. She backed up to a wall in view of the entrance so she could see when they walked in.

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[addictedtofandoms]

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The Sweet Disaster

Jordy

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Amused

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Comfy and Casual Outfit

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Bleachers

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Everest

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lion.

Jordyn smiled as she looked at the colorful pom poms before picking up the dark navy keychain pom pom. She hooked her ring finger into the loop and spun it around her finger a few times. She was about to thank the other girl for the keychain. When Mei quickly had about her number and mentioned sitting with Tavon, then Mei was gone.

She couldn’t help the laugh, she let escape from her lips, before waving goodbye to Connor and Alexa. She didn’t even bother to check if they had seen her wave. She started to make her way over to the bleachers looking around she could see some familiar faces from her classes none that she knew too well, She didn’t see Mei and Tavon. But she did see someone that she had decided was one of her favorite people in Haven Falls.

Jordyn made her way up the bleachers making sure to stay out of his view as she walked two bleachers above where he was sitting with another guy that she had seen around the school, but never actually spoke with. Well, guess that's gonna change tonight she thought to herself. When she was finally behind the pair of boys, She moved down the row of bleachers as slowly as she could so didn’t make a noise that would cause the boys to look behind them.

Jordyn moved her hands over the boy's head, his hair brushing against her hands as she covers his eyes.

“Hey Ever~ Guess who?”

She said.

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[GodlyDnD]

Trevor was really called Trey so much of the time, he would respond more rapidly to that nickname. This was a new school for him still. Trey's mother brought him and his sister Kyrie to Haven Falls some time within the year of the breakup and divorce following the uncle's death. Trey was most alienated right after that. Everyone he saw at the school seemed more interesting and having more exciting lives. He felt like he was so plain himself. He has been wrapped up in his own crises through breakup of the relationships and all the troubles of moving, with everything! It was really moving from place to place for a while.

A small number of friends helped him through that, Trey was not comfortable having many friends to be around. When they came to Haven Falls and Trey started school there, he found Spica who was being such a good friend for him, and as others Spica inspired Trey to things that he had a little interest in, like theater, which he was soon quite involved in here at school in Haven Falls.

The time came that there was the big high school football game, and everyone was going on about it. Would he go? He answered that he would. But it would have to be with his mother saying he could go, and he had never gone to a high school game before.

 

[Syrok18]

Messiah DuPont

mentions:

Sam

tags:

@madsiscool i

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nervous

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Party soon

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Messiah wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to come. The roar of the crowd, the buzz of conversations blending into the announcer’s voice—it all felt overwhelming, like static in the background of a life he hadn’t fully connected with yet. He leaned back in his seat, squinting at the field, where bodies clashed and collided in a blur of motion. Football wasn’t his thing. He preferred the precision of soccer, the slower pace of baseball. But here he was, a cup of lemonade in hand, doing his best to appear like he was paying attention. The lemonade was too sweet, like everything else here—loud, in your face. He sipped it anyway, letting the cold slide down his throat, his mind wandering. What was the score? Did it even matter? The bleachers beneath him rattled as people stomped and cheered, drawing him back for a moment, but it didn’t hold. His gaze flicked across the crowd, noting faces he barely knew, conversations he wasn’t a part of.

He checked his phone, not really looking for anything—just an excuse to occupy his hands.

It was Sam. He spotted her immediately, weaving through the crowd with a wave and that same easy smile she always had. Sam, the one person who made this new place feel less strange. They’d clicked in that effortless way where she talked enough for both of them, and he was content to listen. He raised his hand, offering a small, almost shy wave in return, feeling the faintest tug of a smile curve his lips. He stood, a little hesitant, but started making his way through the rows of people toward her. The closer he got, the more his nerves hummed, like static crawling along his skin. Crowds always did that to him. He wasn’t sure why—maybe it was the attention, or the possibility of eyes on him, even when they weren’t.

When he reached her, he stuffed his free hand into his pocket, his lips quirking in a soft, awkward smile. “Hey,” he said, voice just loud enough to cut through the noise around them. He hesitated for a beat, feeling the need to say something more, so he cleared his throat and added with a light chuckle, “So… does it still count as watching football if I have no idea what’s happening?”

It wasn’t the best joke, but it was enough to break the tension he always felt in crowds, enough to make Sam laugh—a sound that felt like it cut through the haze of the stadium. That was something he could get used to.

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“Why am I here”

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Caleb Monroe

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Sam

tags:

@madsiscool i

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ballin

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Party soon

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Caleb leaned back against the bleachers, one arm draped casually over the seat behind him, his signature smirk just barely visible. He knew she saw him staring, but that was part of the game. He wasn’t going to be the one to break eye contact first.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes trailing over to Samantha with curiosity. There was something about her, something different from the other girls who usually crowded around him. She wasn't playing the game like they did. No flirty smiles or exaggerated laughs just to get his attention. She looked... intrigued, but distant. The kind of girl who had her own set of rules.

He liked that.

He took his time, letting the tension build before he finally looked away, pretending to check his phone. From the corner of his eye, he could see a couple of the girls around him giggling and nudging each other, clearly aware of the silent exchange between him and Sam. But he didn’t care. Caleb was good at letting people think they were the center of his world, when in reality, they weren’t even close.

As the game dragged on, Caleb found himself glancing back at her more than he intended. She didn’t look like she cared about the game—or anything going on, for that matter. It was almost like she was waiting for something else to happen, something bigger than a fight at a football game or a bunch of drunk teenagers trying to impress each other at a party later.

He tapped his foot on the ground, thinking. Should he approach her? Nah, not yet. That would be too easy, too expected. But he'd make sure they crossed paths at the party tonight. He’d play it cool, wait for the right moment. He knew how to make an entrance, and he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to resist a little bit of the Caleb charm once they had a proper conversation.

But for now, he'd keep it casual. He flicked a glance back her way, just to catch her confused expression again, then flashed her a lazy grin.

"Gotcha, Sam" he thought to himself with a smirk, already planning his next move.

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“Where the Baddies with the Addy!!!”

❞

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