Westbrook Season 2

[Soap]

Caleb

Ava made good points, but Caleb wasn't about to agree verbally, y'know just in case anyone decided to listen in. A small nod was enough for him. The blonde usually tried to avoid drama or confrontation with... just about anyone. The truth was, Caleb by now was just edging on antisocial and it was only a matter of time before he became one full-time. No parties, no football, just hiding here at this empty table--

Kinda empty.

He scoffed and shook his head at the mention of Tatum, or well, friends in general. "Uh... I have friends I guess, I just prefer sitting alone, actually." The jocks were... just... ugh. Not that Caleb fully hated him, but Mason being captain started to annoy him. All the guy did was talk about girls, did he have no personality or girls were his personality? Okay, fine, if Caleb is being honest-- he doesn't really listen when the guy speaks so... he just assumes it's girls. "And no, okay, we don't bro everything." Caleb smiled and rolled his eyes at the feisty redhead.

"So, now that my interrogation is over. Why are you sitting with me? You've been sitting with the queen bee and the others, why stoop down to a mere peasant like me?"

Winona

Juliette

Juliette cleaned off the rest of the frosting and smudges off her face, despite the state she was in, she couldn't help a smile coming to her face whenever Toby complimented her. Sure, JJ got compliments here and there but whenever Toby said something, it was different. Juliette almost believed him whenever he did. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." She chuckled and threw the napkin away. Turning towards him with a genuine smile that faded moments after he brought up the party.

She didn't give him any resistance and watched him with a curious look in his eye, before her eyebrows shot up in surprise. JJ had been waiting for his present all day, not that she was comparing him to Bryan, but Bryan had gotten her flowers, while it was a sweet gesture. He sucked. Toby was a million times better.

"A book?"

Okay, maybe she was comparing a little.

But it wasn't just a book and it was clear when she opened it. Juliette was sure she felt her heart basically drop fifteen million feet at the sight of it. It was them, a whole bunch of pictures and she didn't even look bad in any of them!

"I..." The brunette wasn't sure how to react. No one had ever given her something... this special. Her thumb ran against one of the photos. Everyone believed she liked expensive things, designer clothes, accessories, diamonds, and she did-- but Juliette never had someone that cared enough about her to give her something meaningful. "No, no. It's fine I don't care about that-- I love it." Her breath halted as she got up the courage to say her next words.

"...I love you."

PenguinFox

Greyson

A laugh.

Perfect! He was amazing at this whole comforting thing. He was like his mom, but like not his mom. The blonde perked up and leaned off the wall a bit, turning to face her with his legs crossed. "Oh man, Star Wars Battlefront 2, listen. It's so good we have to play. It's like on sale but I can like buy it for you if you're willing to play with me because--" Well, he didn't really have anyone to play with but he wasn't about to tell Sawyer he didn't have any friends, what kind of loser wouldn't have any friends.

Well, he had his old friends back home but they didn't really play anymore.

Dumb college. He knew he would have to go next year, because like, he had to. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Off-topic. So... are you feeling better now? Okay? Kinda? Did I succeed?" Sawyer's feelings weren't a video game, but if he had to compare it to one... well, she was like an underwater level of Super Mario Bros when you have to avoid tapping the a button long enough so you don't hit one of the bad guys and die. He avoided all the sensitive parts of her feelings-- the point is, he won.

Awesome.

KingofAesir​

 

[Twin Fantasy]

May Gu

May had managed to escape from the girl she was talking to. The boy was persistent, but... seemed a lot nicer. Staying wasn't really on her agenda, but it seemed all sorts of rude to just up and leave like nobody's business. Hopefully someone else is looking for Ash, she thought to herself. Unfortunately, sign language is a lot more complicated than charades. She'd just stick with the notepad. Most people didn't have the dedication Kandi did to just learn ASL on a dime, and May didn't expect them to. Kandi is the type of friend you only ever meet once. Some might think it's better that way.

Quickly, she wrote:
'Sorry, I got nervous'

An odd feeling, as parties were May's ultimate sanctuary. Rarely did she ever experience anxiety in social situations. It was weirdly like she always knew what to do in those times, or at the very least, she always knew what felt right.

'Yeah we should probably move', and a smiling cat face with some little flowers. 'It might be quieter outside?'

// PenguinFox //​

 

[dendygar]

Tadita wasn't nervous about starting over. She had been at the school for what, a week- and out of those seven days, she'd skipped school twice. It wasn't anyone's business where she went or what she did, and if anyone dared to ask, they were bound to get a mouthful of curses and 'screw off's'. Starting over was something that ran in her blood, all the way to her ancestors who were forcibly relocated on the Trail of Tears. It was a somewhat accepted way of Native life.. and part of her missed the rez, oddly enough. On the rez, everyone knew one another, everyone was family despite their own personal challenges and odd family dynamics and intense poverty. Here it wasn't as tight, everyone wasn't obligated to love and help one another.

And whether or not Tadita wanted to admit it, it made her very, very nervous.

She stood in the lunch line with the rest of the kids, some asking her what her name was, and if she was new. She replied nicely enough, but kept her responses curt and getting the messages across that she wasn't interested in conversation. It wasn't her fault. She naturally just wasn't much of a talker unless she trusted you. She grabbed a hamburger and some stale fries, before deciding that she didn't want to pay out of her school account for such garbage and put her stuff back much to the annoyance of the other kids who she had to get through, and walked to a lunch table near some windows. Pulling some fried bread and a bag of trail mix, and her water bottle. It wasn't much of a lunch, but it worked.​

 

[Winona]

Drake

The brothers had been out of school for the whole week at this point. After finding out about their mother dying, Mason had been... well, kind of a mess, which had thrown Drake off completely. It was Mason. He was supposed to be, like, the rock in Drake's life that held their whole little fucked up family steady. But Ari in foster care, the stress of work and taking care of Drake (not that he needed much caring), and now the death of their mother had been enough to leave Mason broken.

Mason. Broken. Drake never though he'd see the day.

The last three days had been spent with Mason, Drake, and Reyna going around preparing for the funeral on Thursday. Fucking Thursday. Everywhere they went, someone was trying to get them to spend as much money as possible. He was tired of hearing the spiel, and then listening to Mason, in his hollow voice, ask what the cheapest was. And the cheapest was never that cheap. And then he'd watch as Mason would hand over the cash, hesitating as he traded away all of his savings.

Luckily today, Drake was left with a different task. He was given the simple, fun job of heading to the school to pick up his and Mason's missed schoolwork. However, he'd decided to pick up a few of his own things at the school before heading home. After all, the family was broke and Drake may have hidden some weed around the school. What? It was for safe keeping.

He'd been walking past the cafeteria and glanced in, but did a double take when he recognized a familiar head of dark hair. A huge grin crossed his face, and Drake detoured his way in. He slid through the crowd easily, then tapped on her shoulder. "Tadita!" He yelled, perhaps too enthusiastically. "What the hell are you doing here?"

dendygar​

 

[dendygar]

Tadita


She was picking at the bread and the trail mix, her eyes down on her busted and beaten up phone. She could easily afford to buy a new one now that she was making a ton of money with her side hustle, but she didn't. She was trying to put money into savings to try to set up a backup to move herself out of the shitty cracker box house she lived in into an apartment. It wasn't like they were cheap. She was scrolling through instagram, not liking any of the pictures she saw. She liked people being under the impression she didn't really care about social media.

She was too cool for that.

Her obsidian black eyes scanned her screen, munching slowly on the bread and looking around every so often to make sure nobody would try to approach. Not unless she knew them- and she knew a lot of people, but they didn't exactly want to be seen with their plug during school hours. Not that she could blame them. If Tadita was a different type of person, she would have felt the same way. Then, she heard someone say her name, and her dark brows furrowed and she looked up in slight confusion. Who the hell was that?

Her eyes widened and she turned around slightly, and her face lit up when she saw Drake. "Hey, man! I was wondering when I was gonna bump into you." She grinned and gave him a 'bro' handshake. She had turned around in her seat, her eyes shining with mild excitement. "Yeah, I transferred here this year. This is pretty much my last option." Tadita rolled her eyes.

At this point, she thought it would just be easier to drop out and get her GED. "What's your schedule?" She asked, but then noticed something was off. He looked a little more pale than usual, a little more.. nervous. She blinked and furrowed her brows, but didn't want to pry. "Wanna chill after school or some shit? Or are you busy?" She asked, having not heard the bad news. It wasn't like she had his socials or anything, she just sold him drugs and they would hang out for a little bit every so often.

Winona​

 

[Terrier B]

Anjali

​

“I think it’s down here?”



Mother and Daughter sat leaning forwards, squinting at some apparent distant goal that was in fact, currently nowhere to be seen. A slightly crumpled map sat abandoned in Angie’s lap, as she held aloft a now cold Latte for Nia.



“Hmmmm,”



Anjali rubbed at her eyes with her free hand. She wished they’d arrived in America at the weekend or something, or even tomorrow on the Friday. Least then she’d have had a chance to settle and adjust herself just a little bit. But no, shooting specifically started that afternoon and therefore, they’d arrived late late late the night before. Oh well. What was coffee invented for after all.



She’d only just had time to unpack the essentials before the three of them had realised School had in fact started three hours ago. Hence the mad dash, that had now managed to stagnate into a crawling grovel.



“Americans don’t do roads like us,”



Anjali turned to look at her,



“They don’t?”



Nia shook her head vaguely.



“Nah. They do it in blocks, literally. Meant yo make finding your way easier, but evidently...”



She motioned vaguely to the empty school-less lot they were driving past.



“That’s not the case for everyone,”



It didn’t take them too much longer luckily. Just, you know, another hour or so.



“Mum, MUM, MUM!! THERE! IT’S THERE THAT ONE!!”



“Jesus Angie, Ok ok, I see it baby.”



Leaning into the back, she hauled her (rather stuffed looking) backpack onto her knee and began organising herself. Nia frowned softly.



“Christ Ang, what have you got in there, the Terracotta army?”



“Just stuff I might need Mum,”



The important ‘stuff’ she might need, was in fact rather cumbersome. In fact, it was rather bulky indeed. IN FACT, the backpack was so heavy it rather crippled ones back upon trying to wear it like that. So Anjali opted instead to just carry the thing in her hands. She could manage that... just about.



It was afternoon at this point. But surely she hadn’t missed that much? Not wanting to waste anymore time, after saying goodbye to Mum 1, Angie just ran (as best as she could with that behemoth in her arms) to the first entrance she saw. Oh, looks like this isn’t exactly the student entrance? No matter. She pushed past the sleep and fatigue, and put on one of her best smiles.



“Hello!! My name’s Anjali Barlow? I’m starting here new today?”



The lady at the front desk just eyed her with confusion. But before she could even get a word in edgeways-



“Shall I just head on in? Save you the bother of faffing about with an orientation or whatever,”



The woman, in a daze of confronted bewilderment, turned on her chair and pointed a vague finger in the direction of the food hall.



“... uhhh, just... Lunch?”



“Oh!! No thank you, I’ve already eaten,”



One more lengthy that it probably had to be explanation later, Angie stood at the doors to the food-hall. New timetable and very useful looking campus map stuffed roughly into her shirt pocket. The lady at the front desk had very kindly explained to her that she was, what the Yankees called, a ‘Junior’ which was the equivalent of Year 11 back home. Jeez, American school was very different to anything else she’d experienced so far. I mean, she’d done some research, but still...



Oh. Oh my goodness. This place was busy. Wow. Where should she go? Should she sit down with... Oh, no, maybe not. They looked rather... ‘engaged’ with each other. Ummmm. Perhaps if she-



And then Anjali fell over.

Boom, splat. Right on top of her backpack. Which proceeded to explode burst open and spread an assortment of various exotic and intriguing looking instruments across the floor around her, forming a sort of, musical minefield.



Perfect start. What could go better.

 

[Winona]

Ava


Wow. Caleb was boring. Pitiful.

"Wow, I've been lied to my whole life by media." Not that media always depicted guys in the bro-ing kind of way, but that was pretty much all Ava had to go off of. It wasn't her fault that every time a jock opened his mouth, she spaced out and barely even heard what they said. Most of them were boring, after all. Boring, stupid, and not at all worth her time.

Except for Caleb. Well, he was boring, but not in the way that most jocks were boring. He was interesting. Kind of. Like, Ava didn't totally want to shoot herself every time he opened his mouth.

Ava shrugged, pulling an apple out of her lunch box. She looked down at the shiny red surface, trying to not let her face depict any of her feelings. "Oh, you know. "Got tired of living in the lime light, you know? Tired of hearing all about JJ's hair and other girl stuff. It's so boring over there. Nothing interesting or intelligent ever happens."

Well, it wasn't a total lie.

Soap

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Drake

"You should've told me. I would've shown you around on the first day." The pleasant smile remained on his face, until she asked if he was busy, and then... it faltered. Just for a split second, as his memories flashed with seeing his mother's cold pale face lying in that casket that they'd bought with the last of Mason's savings.

"Oh yeah, no. Like it's not you, it's me." Fuck, this was a disaster of words coming out of his mouth, so Drake had to pause for a moment and rethink. Speak again. Fuck, and he could really use a day away from the apartment tonight, but he couldn't do that to his siblings. Not on the night before the funeral. Nah, he'd have to get high at home to try and bypass his shaking hands, the nerves twisting his stomach and hurting his head. He needed something, anyway.

"I, my uh... my mom died. The funeral's tomorrow." His words were short, and his tone filled with the pain and confusion he felt over losing a woman that, to be honest, hadn't really been a mom. "I'm just picking up some shit, and then I gotta head back to the apartment and help Mason finish up getting ready."

"But, but but but." He stuttered, repeating his words again and again as he tried to keep his thoughts from fogging over. "I'm free tomorrow night. Or you could like, come over to my place." Drake said with a grin. That would be new, inviting Tadita inside. Mason probably wouldn't be pleased, but fuck him, right? Mason had too many rules.

"I'm actually picking up some weed I hid around the school. Gonna try and sell it to help out with the costs."

dendygar​

 

[dendygar]

Tadita

As soon as she saw that mask slip, she knew. That type of emptiness that only came with a death. She furrowed her brows further and listened to him, focusing in on his words.. she knew the brand of relationship he had with his mother. He was sad that she was dead, but more so sad for how it had affected the family more than the loss of life that had occurred. Death always had a ripple affect.

"Holy shit," Tadita said, the wind knocked out of her for a moment. She'd assumed the woman had OD'd on something hard, not the pot and booze and molly that Tadita usually did. "I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm sure you're sick of hearing it." If my mom died, I wouldn't want to hear apologies. I would want someone to help me through it. And that thought sparked something warm inside of her chest.. something she did rarely. Tadita didn't like touching her money, and she didn't like other people touching it.

But she knew Drake had probably spent a shit load of money renting out the funeral slot, as well as the casket and costs for the mortuary and embalming process. Dying was more expensive than people thought. "You uh," She frowned and got out her phone. "You got a venmo?" She asked him and looked from her phone, to his face, and then back down to her phone awkwardly.

But before he could say anything, someone fell. Tadita nearly jumped out of her skin, and she whipped around to shoot a nasty look at whoever had made the noise.. until she saw a girl on the ground with a similar complexion to hers, and everyone gawking and not knowing what to do. Since the closest person to the mess was herself, Tadita quickly walked over and knelt down.

She began to gather the things up gently, knowing they were probably important.

Winona Terrier B​

 

[Winona]

Drake

Well, he wasn't tired of hearing sorry. At the end of the day, Drake still had a hard time accepting that his mother was really gone, and maybe people telling him things like that just kind of reminded him that this wasn't some bad dream. Drake's mother was really dead, and she wasn't coming back. He was effectively an orphan.

He was about to ask what venmo even was, when the whole conversation seemed to be dropped as a girl fell to the ground, her backpack exploding in a burst of items. Drake wanted to laugh -- not because he was a dick, mind you, but because the poor girl kind of looked like a turtle stuck on her back. Fuck, had she packed her entire room?

He followed after Tadita to go help the girl pick up her stuff and, well, sit up. This was not at all what was supposed to happen when he arrived at school today, but whatever. Mason would probably be pissed when Drake showed up late, but oh well. He'd just have to get over it, right? And he would get over it... right?

Drake dropped to the ground to help pick up the girl's mess of items, but Tadita and the new girl seemed to have gotten most of them, so he was pretty much just handing over a few little trinkets.

"God, are you moving into the school?"

dendygar Terrier B​

 

[Terrier B]

Anjali

“ ... Oww,”

She pushed herself up with a heavy groan. Aw jeez. A wave of low smug laughter rippled outwards in a bubble around her. But it died down soon enough... thank god. Her stuff was practically everywhere. Even... oh, flippin heck! how had her pocket trumpet gotten under that table!

She shuffled over on her knees,

“Scuse me, can I just, uh...”

There, got it. Oh?

As she turned to face her now deflated backpack, Anjali was somewhat surprised to see people actually making an effort to help her.

“Oh, Hello!”

And there it was again. The Anjali smile had returned once more. She kindly took her Stylophone off of the girl, and her very small... accordion? off of the boy.

“And yes, I was- AM, even!! I’m here after all,”

She shook her head and waved a hand vaguely, as if silently telling herself to shutup.

“Anyway, I’m Anjali! Angie works fine too if you prefer things on the shorter side,”​

 

[dendygar]

Tadita Redmoon

"Hm?" She asked and rose her brows, trying to remember how to pronounce her name.

She was really cute, though. Her dark eyes watched the girl's face as she started to putter things away in her bag. "I'm Tadita, that's Drake," She gestured to the boy behind her, and she stood up and brushed off her dark jeans.

She adjusted her sweatshirt and smiled.

But Tadita quickly turned her attention back to Drake. "Gimme your phone," She took it from his hands without him even having a chance to give it to her. She downloaded Venmo and made him an account. And she got her own phone and got the funds ready, before giving the phone back. "There, I'll text you later on the app." That was a li, she was going to send him a shit load of money later. "And also.. where do you hide J here?"

She was referring to the weed, before turning back at Anjali. "Where are you from? Sorry, a lot is happening right now," She chuckled awkwardly, shooting nasty looks at people staring at the new girl who seemed to have a magic bag full of endless knickknacks.

Winona Terrier B​

 

[0k_mang0]

sebastian

Location: school, lunch
With: Tatum, Brayden Elf_Ruler
Mention: Ash Winona , Ian PenguinFox
​

No, Sebastian didn’t have fun at the party. He learned Ash had suddenly bolted off, learned what had happened on Twitter, and the whole thing just stressed him out. He ran out looking for her, without thinking ahead of a plan on how to get home without a ride. When he got to Ash’s home, it didn’t seem like she was there. Even her brother said so. Seb continued searching –but he had no clue where to look, no way of knowing if she was alive or not. When he realized how late it was he decided to go home. He got home around 4 a.m. His aunt wasn’t too happy when she caught him, but fortunately, she didn’t punish him. They were both too tired at the time, anyway. He had to beg his manager to give him an afternoon shift so he could get a few hours of sleep, promised to make it up with extra work next weekend. At Sleeping Hedgehog, he asked his coworkers about Ash’s whereabouts, but none of them had seen her all day.

During the next few days, Sebastian spent most of his free time searching for Ash, alone, using a bike to get around town easier. He’d go home before it got too dark or late like the first time, but never found a sign of her. Eventually, he told his Aunt Lucia about Ash’s disappearance. And she helped him, despite how much work she already on her plate. Unexpectedly, it took less than five hours for his detective aunt to learn that Ash was okay(-ish) after finding a clue on Twitter, and apparently, Ash had voluntarily vanished. So, Sebastian couldn’t make an official missing person report if it was voluntary. It didn’t make him feel better knowing that his friend was basically ghosting him and the other Misfits that obviously care for her. But he also realized that none of them couldn’t help her at the party before she took off, and that made him feel worse.

Sebastian dragged himself to the cafeteria that Wednesday. His recent sleep deprivation was evident from his puffy eyes. He’d forgotten to bring his lunch money this morning and could only afford one bag of corn chips from a vending machine. He found Tatum and sat across her, remembering their plan from Twitter to meet up about Ash (though, it felt a bit pointless now that they knew she wasn’t totally missing), plus her friend Brayden. One glance at Tatum gave Sebastian enough idea of how her week had gone so far since the party. She looked worse than he did. “You’ve been gone a while. I guess your weekend hadn’t gone great either?”

colby

Location: school, lunch room
With: Tatum, Brayden Elf_Ruler , Seb (me)​

Well, the party turned out to be pretty boring. Colby barely got tipsy, so he decided to go home. The rest of his weekend went uneventful, besides a random douchebag with a truck trying to challenge him to an impromptu drag race at a traffic light that reminded him of something from Back To The Future Part 2. Colby wasn’t dumb enough to give in and ditch his errand to drive his grandpa’s Plymouth Road Runner safely to the mechanic. But he pretended to – revved up the car engine but didn’t move when the green light turned on. The truck guy zipped away and got his rear bumper clipped by another car. No one got hurt except Truck Guy’s ego. What a random Sunday afternoon.

Recently, Colby started hanging out with a guy named Brayden Cornelle. He might’ve mildly bugged Brayden at first since the kid didn’t seem too happy being at a new school and have a stranger suddenly decided to approach him, but Colby was there to listen to his predicament about Tatum’s bad habits, and he kept him company during the two days she skipped school. He guessed they were sort of friends now. Him and Brayden shared a few things in common besides a couple of classes: both new to school (well, Colby was semi-familiar with Westbrook since he grew up there most of his life before moving away), and both recently transferred to Westbrook for a fresh start due to personal issues from their previous hometowns (although, one was expelled from his last school, and the other was arrested for illegal street racing, which he’s trying not to do anymore). They also both agreed that Tatum has a drinking problem.

Shortly after Sebastian appeared, it was Colby’s turn. He sat beside Brayden, greeting him with a pat on the shoulder like an old buddy. “Cool, your friend’s back,” he remarked, putting a plate of fries enough to share with two or three people if they wanted some on the table.

As he bit into a red apple, Colby noticed Sebastian sitting across the table. “Hey, I know you – you’re that kid from the party, one of the few I saw that actually tried staying sober there. What a small town. I'm Colby, nice to formally meet you this time. Here, looks like you need this, too.” Then Colby tossed a second red apple at the sophomore. It caught Sebastian off guard a bit, but luckily his old basketball reflexes helped him catch the apple before it could smack his nose.

“Yeah, small town,” Sebastian mumbled, polishing the apple with his denim sleeve. The new guy, Colby, looked the same as the last time, but instead of a plain black shirt under his leather bomber jacket, Colby wore a T-shirt with a Star Wars Rebel Alliance logo on it, like a sign that he was still a high school kid.

 

[ParallelMary]

Hannah
Interactions: Audra PenguinFox
Mentions: Terrier B
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Westbrook hadn’t seemed all that different from her previous school. It was a little bit larger in size and seemed a little less pretentious. Many of the people at the school in New York she had attended had been rich kids from Upper Manhatten who had felt entitled to good grades and starting positions just for existing. She had been there for a year but hadn’t made any friends that stuck. She had lost the will to try after so many moves.
She was almost glad when her parents split and her dad moved her to Maine. She liked the rocky beaches, the seafood, and the cold air. She had been there many times as a child to visit her grandmother. She only wished that her little brother could have moved with them.
Her first morning of classes went smoothly. The teachers singled her out and made her introduce herself the way she had many times before. She didn’t like being singled out as an outsider, but she was learning to embrace it. Plus her dad had promised this would be the last time, so she was hopeful that she could finally find her place at Westbrook.
Hannah walked into lunch a little late as a teacher had kept her after to catch her up on homework assignments. She walked in just in time to see a girl fall on the floor and lose all her things. Hannah hoped for that girl it wasn’t her first day too.
Hannah had packed a lunch, unsure of what her vegetarian options would be. She looked around for someone who seemed friendly. She noticed a gorgeous blonde girl with a friendly smile and approached her. Maybe Hannah could find out if she was single.
“Hi, I’m Hannah. I’m new here. Mind if I sit?”

 

[Winona]

Drake

With all of her things picked up, Drake tossed his phone to Tadita and reached out a hand to pull Angie to her feet. Anjali was too much of a mouthful, and he was worried about pronouncing it wrong. Angie, however, was something that he could totally handle. "Hey, so, maybe you should try packing a little lighter so you don't like... fall backwards again."

It was meant as a joke, but maybe a little mean. His attention turned back to Tadita as she passed him his phone, explaining the weird app that he didn't understand. He shrugged, not really thinking much about it, and slipped the phone into his pocket. He'd worry about whatever that chatting app was later, for now, he had friends.

Well, Tadita and a stranger.

"I'd love to hang around and chat, but. I probably need to get going." He glanced towards Tadita, a faint smile on his face. "Gotta get that stuff and then go get ready for the funeral."

dendygar Terrier B​

 

[Luna_Marie]

Morgan Ara

"Yea fuck you too Mike!" A flash of color burst through the front door before it was slammed shut. Morgan jumped off the front steps and bounced back on her heels, glancing up to the house. A woman was watering her yard across the street and she stopped to stare at the source of the commotion. Morgan smirked and gave a deep bow. "Please excuse the morning shit-show, now back to your previously scheduled program." The elder looked at her with disdain as the teenager flounced away down the street, humming to herself. Morgan got to the school quickly enough since it was just right down the road, which in theory, should have made it easier for her to be on time, but youd be surprised. In all honesty, she forgot she even had school today. Morgan had spent the entire night wandering the area and learning the streets, purely out of boredom and curiosity. Once she walked into the big doors at the front, she assumed it was around lunch. The woman at the desk got up to say something but Morgan just shot her finger guns and called out to her. "Oh I've got it doll face, just go back to your 50 shades reading." Once she spotted the cafeteria, she burst through the doors, a danger to anyone on the other side. She spun in a circle, trying to take in all the sights and faces, that was until her back collided directly with a guy trying to leave the room. Her breath huffed out of her in shock but she recovered, turning sharply to the other figure. "Ow, hey man, my bad. No hard feelings right?" She stretched out her slender hand towards him and flashed a smile, her light eyes focused on his expression.

Winona (Drake)​

 

[Winona]

Drake

It was like every time Drake turned around, he was running into a different girl. This time, the girl was a rainbow-haired... girl. She seemed fun, even if Drake's only interaction with her so far was them backing into each other, quite literally. Wow. What a day. All he'd come for was his hidden weed and his and Mason's missing homework, and instead he'd found Tadita, fucking Dora the Explorer, and now cotton candy lady. Best. Day. Ever.

"Hey, of course not. Getting run into by hot girls is, like, my favorite thing ever." He was joking, of course. Drake wasn't as into the girls as his brother, but he was thinking about how jealous Mason would be later. "You're new, right? Gotta be. I would totally remember you." With that hair, how could he not remember her everywhere she went?

"Anyway, I'm Martin. Drake Martin." Hey, if he could make a nice James Bond reference once in a while, he would totally take the chance. Drake reached out, shaking her hand. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta go find the weed I hid in the locker rooms and then head home to finish up preparing for my mom's funeral." He said, all with a pleasant smile.

Luna_Marie​

 

[dendygar]

Tadita

Good god, how many more people could waltz into this situation? Now people were really looking at the parade of misfits that had gathered. An Indian girl with a backpack full of instruments, the resident drug dealer, the resident druggie and some girl who looked like she belonged at a rave. Who was next? Tweedle-dee or tweedle-dum? The fucking Nutcracker? A unicorn?

She turned and rose her brows in mild annoyance, blinking a few times. What was up and people not watching where they were going? But the girl seemed well-intentioned enough for now. "I'll see you later, Drake. Look out for my text!" She called after him, getting on her tip toes slightly before looking at Morgan. "Hey, I'm Tadita."

She ran a hand through her black hair before offering it out to shake. "You new too?" She asked, starting to relax a little bit more now that the large crowd was dispersing, and people not staring as much anymore. She pushed some hair behind her ears and gave a small, shy smile.

Luna_Marie​

 

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer
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This talk with Greyson had been good for her. No matter how much Sawyer might not like to admit it, she needed people like him. She needed friends like Greyson. Sawyer reached up and wiped at her eyes, flicking away any stray years that might have found themselves there. She let out a deep sigh and a sniffle and she was done. That was her crying for the day, there would be no more. Sawyer hated crying. When it was other people she didn't know what to do and when it was herself she just wanted to hit something really bad. At least then her tears would be justified by pain. Otherwise she felt like she was crying for no reason, even if her reason was good enough for others. Sawyer likes to pretend like she was this tough as nails badass but that wasn't really working too well as of late. Speaking of acting tough as nails.

"Okay. Moment over." Sawyer grinned as she forced herself up from the floor. She offered Greyson a hand and helped pull him up as well, "Thanks, for that. I guess." Her words were soft, even if they were rough around the edges. She really did appreciate it. But if wasn't like she was going to like….hug him….again. That hug didn't even count anyway. A momentsry lapse in jusgement. Sawyer hoped he didn't take that as an invitation.

"I've gotta go find JJ." Sawyer sighed and rubbed at her eyes, "I messed up." She managed a smile and patted Greyson on the shoulder as she moved past him and back down the hall. "See ya, Jackson." And with that she disappeared around the corner and made a beeline for the front door. The outside air was cold and brittle and felt refreshing on her face. She was still slightly riled up from trying to murder Ash, so the cold did her good. She opened the back door to her car and rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. With a small box clutched in her hands, Sawyer started making her way up the stairs to where she was sure JJ would be.

Soap

 

[Luna_Marie]

Morgan Ara

Her smile grew wider, a hint of wickedness in her eyes. “Mm, Morgan Ara. Maybe once you find what you’re looking for you can find me instead? Sorry about your mom, but that’s a record on repeat at my house.” She shrugged her smile turning more sympathetic but still holding amusement. Her mom passed a month ago, but with a slow death, you come to term with it before they are even gone. “Maybe sometime you can catch a smoke with me.” She grinned and turned away, wanting to leave herself a mystery, for now. Seeing two girls come into view, Morgan’s interest spiked again. She needed people to pass her time, might as well make some friends. She threw an arm around the girl who spoke to her first. “Me? New? Oh yea, first day and all that jazz. Tadita? That’s a pretty name, I’m Morgan, like the drink.” She released the stranger from her arm and took another look around. “Pretty decent here, but shit is it gloomy outside. Do you guys not know about the sun here?” She laughed to herself and gestured to the Windows.

Winona (Drake)
dendygar (Tadita)​

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum had been feeling miserable through lunch, Ash had been harsh towards her over Twitter and had pushed her out. Now she was just quietly sitting with Brayden who hadn’t really said much to her, not that she had deserved any attention from him. He had taken care of her and still gave her love when she knew she hadn’t deserved it. She glanced and saw Caleb with Ava and she could only feel regret for how things had gone down. She knew it had been her fault, everything had. Granted Ava still should have left her alone, but Tatum knew she had gone overboard and just wanted to stop feeling. She wanted to stop feeling sorry for herself and feeling bad about herself. All she wanted was to feel numb, but that choice had been removed for now.

When Seb came over she couldn’t muster up a smile for him and just shook her head, “I screwed up.” Was all she said before she turned her attention back to her lunch she hadn’t wanted. She looked to Seb who didn’t have a lunch just some chips and pushed it towards him, “I’m not hungry.” She saw Brayden shake his head and hand her his sandwich. She pushed it back at him and he slid it back harder. She didn’t want anything; her stomach had been upset all day. Her eyes looked over to Brayden’s new friend and she was happy he had managed to make a friend at Westbrook. She mustered up her energy, “I’m Tatum it’s nice to meet you. I’m glad you’ve given Brayden a friend while I’ve been home sick.” She might’ve been lying a bit, but she had needed her mental health days and time away from all the chaos.

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Brayden was glad to see Seb come around, he was a good kid especially when it came to the people Tatum had been spending her time with. Ian hadn’t seemed bad, but Ash had seen like someone who only further enabled Tatum’s drinking. Whether it be by drinking with her or somehow causing her to drink. Then again, he couldn’t really blame Ash for Tatum’s problems with rejection and trying to be perfect, that had been something that came from her parents. All he could do was tough out the catastrophic storm of Tatum and hoped she’d get better before she got worse. He had hoped dumping out the alcohol would be the first step and from there he could help his best friend. He had watched as Tatum had turned her head to look at someone. A blonde male and a redheaded female and then he saw Tatum look a little more dejected. He wondered who each one was, but there was no chance in finding that out.

It was nice for him to see Colby a friendly face around school who didn’t seem to be in all the drama that was Westbrook, “Hey man, yeah she finally came back to school.” He gave a small smile and continued to push his sandwich towards Tatum who seemingly decided she didn’t need to eat. He gave a look towards Seb as if trying to figure out how to get her to eat or at least to talk. He was desperate at this point.

0k_mang0
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Cam hadn’t hated the party but not much had really happened between him and Milos which had been a disappointment. His weekend had been just as uneventful, and Parker had been well Parker. So, he had taken a small break from his cousin to just catch up on his homework and exercise. He had needed to make sure he didn’t get out of shape especially with how he was hoping the season would go for Westbrook. The first couple days back to school had been pretty calm, he had heard whispers about Ash, who really, he had only seen around school. Granted he had seen a lot of the blondes grouped together like some kind of blonde squad. It was a little strange, but he had witnessed the cheerleaders not getting along except the blondes. He never understood the dynamics of the females, but they were who they were.

When he got to the cafeteria, he sat down at the typical jock table, but Mason had taken the day off apparently and Caleb was with a red head that usually hung out with JJ. He saw the cheer captain looking rough like she had spent a couple days in hell. So, he was for the most part alone without a group to sit with. He hadn’t sat alone in a while, but he also hadn’t really tried to find another group to sit with. All he could do was hope that someone would come into the cafeteria and sit, but if he sat alone then it was fine. He didn’t mind the peace and quiet compared to the dribble and pointless drama conversations of his peers.

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[dendygar]

Tadita

Why did her apology have a 'but' in it? That made Tadita furrow her brows, and she seemed more than a little confused.. but then when she spoke about catching a smoke, Tadita seemed to light up. "Yeah, we can all smoke sometime. I'm kinda the resident plug around here." She bragged and seemed a bit proud of herself. She was proud of herself. She grew the best, organic bud in town. Not laced with anything, just the pure, good stuff. Then, she was thrown for a loop when the rave girl threw an arm around her.. and that sparked an odd rage inside of her. Tadita didn't like being touched, and she had no idea who this girl thought she was, thinking that they were buddy-buddy enough for this type of behavior, but Tadita's smile turned into more of a snarl. "Morgan? That's neat, but uh," She moved away, "..Let's keep our hands to ourselves and not fuck up the vibes, yeah?" The intense moment was gone rather quickly, but Tadita had made her final verdict on Morgan. Morgan was cute and quirky, maybe a little too flirtatious.. and liked to push the envelope with what was appropriate. "It's sunny here sometimes. The lack of sun fuckin' sucks though. I used to be able to get a sweet ass tan where I was born. Where you from?"

Luna_Marie​

 

[Luna_Marie]

Morgan Ara

Morgan threw her hands up and took a step back with a goofy grin. "All good here, no biggie." Her hands rested on her hips and she nodded her head slightly. "I grew up in Cali, the state that is constantly stuck in its own personal apocalypse." She mimicked explosions while pretending to lose her balance. After her comedy bit was over, she reached into her bag and pulled out a bag of grapes and proceeded to pop one in her mouth. "Want some? If not, I've got drinks too." Morgan pulls a small flask out halfway, looking at Tadita with full seriousness and innocence. She took a little sip of vodka for herself with a cheeky smile. "Honestly I forgot I had this till just now."

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[dendygar]

Tadita

As she started to pretend the explosions, Tadita could feel the annoyance start to edge in even further. She needed to keep her cool, and she looked at her phone and saw that lunch was almost over. Good! Good. "Yeah, Maine's a bit of a jump from Cali." She nodded in mild understanding. "Everyone seems to be on some next level shit there." Including you. "Nah, I'm good on food." She gestured to the fried bread that was still sitting at her table with her chex mix. When she pulled out the vodka, her eyes widened in surprise.. Morgan reminded her of some quirky emo girl from like, 8th grade. Her energy and 'quirkiness' were off the charts, and Tadita was having a hard time not being rude or making fun of her to her face. "Oh, no thanks. I don't drink at school." She gave a small, cold smile. "I wouldn't be waving at around either, it's a literal flask."

Luna_Marie​

 

[PenguinFox]

Audra had spent the rest of the party chatting with Stu. As it grew late she bid her farewells and returned home. The party hadn't gone exactly as she had planned for her, but she at least made one new friend that day. She had wanted to giver her present directly to JJ but the doorman had prevented that from being an option. She'd have to mention it on twitter and see if she liked her gift.

The next few days went by quickly and it felt like more of the same as last week. Everyone too preoccupied with their own goings on to notice little Audra Noelle. Okay, she had a small frame but she wasn't a little kid or anything. Still it would be nice to make more than just two friends. She'd never really been an outcast before and she didn't want to start now. She loved interacting with people, she was a highly social creature. Unfortunately people still seemed to be recovering from the weekends party, and weren't very receptive to her attempts to make friends. Sure there was a lot of people there, but had really the entire school shown up? It appeared so because just about everyone she tried to talk to brushed her off. It was starting to become an annoyance. She wasn't a tiny freshman to be pushed around! Just a tiny junior...

Now it was lunch time on Wednesday and Audra had just about accepted her fate as being nearly friendless. She sat off by herself near the edge of the cafeteria, the smallest of frowns resting on her face. She needed a new plan of attack for this whole friend situation, but she was totally stumped. That party seemed like her best chance but it had been a bust. She picked at her salad with a sigh and rested her chin on her hand. She didn't even notice a person had approached until they spoke to her, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked up and saw a girl about her age standing there. Giving her a friendly smile she nodded. "Hi Hannah. Welcome to Westbrook, feel free to sit. I'm Audra." Was this actually happening? She'd been spending all this time and effort trying to meet new people, yet once she's close to giving up they come to her? Well, she supposed she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"What grade are you in?" she asked looking Hannah up and down. She looked about her age if not a little older, but the way she carried herself made her seem like a young adult. "I like your tattoos." she had to admit there were a lot of people that could have come up to her, but she was certainly one of the prettier options. She put on her brightest smile so as to make Hannah feel as welcome as possible. Heaven knows she could have used more friendly people on her first day. ParallelMary

Toby's heart raced as JJ flipped through the book. He couldn't tell, did she love it, hate it? He bit his lip as the awkward silence persisted, or perhaps it was only in his head. Each second that passed felt like an eternity and like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Could JJ not hear how loud his heart was thumping against his ribs? Was she purposely torturing him like this? Oh god she hated it didn't she?! Then she finally spoke; and Toby's jaw dropped...

Not only did JJ love her gift but...she loved him? No, no, no, surely he must've misheard her. There was no way she just said those three major words. Or maybe she misspoke? That could be it. Slowly he closed his mouth and swallowed hard. This was...a lot. Yeah, of course he cared deeply for JJ, she was amazing and perfect, but love? That was something for married people and people who've been dating for years, and like...well anyone but Toby. Something about this just felt...off. Toby couldn't explain it but it was wrong.

Instead Toby simply stared, searching for words, really any words at this point. But he just couldn't say 'I love you' back and no other words were coming out. He cleared his throat in an attempt to try and at least get something out, but his mouth was so dry he was only able to hoarsely squeak out "I uh.." Smooth. Great job. Seconds ticked by in an actually painful silence. He didn't want to hurt JJ like this, especially on her birthday, but what could he do? He wasn't going to lie to her. Why did she have to say those three words... Soap

Parker prepared himself for some difficulty in communication but the girl thankfully stuck to writing things down. Probably best for both of them. Thankfully her handwriting was neat enough he could read. He read over her note and shrugged. "It's not a problem, I get it. Big crowds of drinking teenagers. Anyone should be nervous by that. In fact, I'd be concerned about anyone who wasn't." he gave her a joking grin.

Nodding in agreement to her last message, Parker led the girl outside where it was both much quieter, and much cooler. He took in a deep breath of fresh air before turning to face his new companion. "Must be pretty difficult not being able to talk. You come across many people that know sign language?" he wanted to make her feel safe and understood in his presence; his end goal required it. "I'm Parker by the way." he was about to hold out his hand to shake but his eyes landed on the notebook and pen. Instead he offered his fist out for a fist bump. Far more informal, and not really the best to pick up chicks, but hey maybe she would find it amusing. Funny guys get laid a lot right?

In the back of his mind he thought about how he could make this one quick. He only had a small window of time for this one, unlike Gia. As long as this party was going he had a chance. Past this? Well then he'd have two long term goals, and them finding out about each other would be disastrous. He couldn't risk that. So he had to bed this babe as soon as possible. Best way to do that? Alcohol probably. Now just to bring it up casually. "You go to parties often? I'm sort of a party type I guess you could say. I mean I don't really drink too much, I'm more there for other types of fun. What about you?" Twin Fantasy

 

[a z u l a]

Chase

"Cool, you ready to go?" Chase asked as Noah finished his drink, he wanted to get out of here before JJ started yelling everyone, specifically him since she had a certain distaste for his entire family. Speaking of his family, both the twins were gone so he assumed Ryder had driven them both home, thankfully Chase didn't have to drag either of them home this time. That just left Chase and Noah to say their goodbyes to the few remaining people and head out to his car on the street.

"So, how do you like Westbrook so far? Besides the parties that always get out of hand." It was true, he couldn't remember one party in his four years of high school that had ended without drama. Putting a bunch of people who disliked each other in room never seemed like a good idea, but they just kept doing it. They never seemed to learn their lesson and there always seemed to be new drama to stir up. Chase was glad at least that he hadn't ever been a part of the drama, usually just picking up his younger sibling's messes.

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Alaska

The more they talked as they walked along the more at ease Alaska felt. Ian was awkward, in kind of a cute way, she didn't feel worried about crashing at his place for the night. He was being nicer to her than most people in Westbrook would have, but then again he didn't know her yet, or what she'd done. Most people couldn't stand her, she was loud and rude and often getting in trouble. It was a wonder she had any friends at all at this point. The few people who had been her friends before she'd abandoned them were still mad at her for leaving, she'd been a horrible friend and she had no idea how she was going to pick up the pieces of her old life here in Westbrook when she'd left so much damage in her wake.

"Seems like I just missed you then." Alaska spoke, and maybe it was a good thing. If Ian had met her last year perhaps he wouldn't have been so nice to her now. Last year had been rough, and it seemed like it got even worse after the Vaughn's had left Westbrook temporarily. All of her friends were falling apart, it seemed like everyone in this stupid town was just getting more miserable as the days went on. She'd been so excited to return to Westbrook and now she was wishing she'd stayed in New York with her father, even if she hadn't really made any friends there.

"I play hockey at Westbrook and that keeps me busy, and I don't get in trouble for hitting people there. And by the way, I could totally take you." She joked with a little nudge of his arm. After what seemed like forever Ian finally guided her into his house, flipping on light switches as he went and the little brunette following after him timidly. His house was much quieter than hers, there was no teenage boys running around causing havoc, no dog barking, no yelling mother. It was much more relaxing than the Vaughn's.

"Thanks again, Ian." For some strange reason Alaska felt more comfortable in this stranger's home than she did her own, and within a little while of taking off her makeup and settling onto the couch she was fast asleep.

PenguinFox​