Westbrook Season 2

[Luna_Marie]

Morgan Ara

She shrugged at Tadita and zipped up the bag. "Eh, to each their own. Guess its almost time for class, lord knows I have no clue where anything is here, but shouldnt be too hard. All schools are clones of each other." She pulled out a stickey note and scribbled her number across the front. "Here, in case you need anything, I know you said youre a plug and all but if you need more hard to find stuff or whatever I got you." Morgan flashed a wink and ran a hand through her hair. She called before bouncing away out the door, gazing at each room and making faces into the glass of some with students inside. Morgan eventually stumbled upon some obscure hall and shrugged, it was as good a place as any to be lost. Slipping a half of a small blue pill onto her tongue, she grinned and swayed, humming to herself. Her class was somewhere in this area, and she had just a few minutes to kill for a baby-high. Her hands twirled as she performed her own soft dance in the quiet corner of the school.

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[dendygar]

Tadita

As she was standing and talking, a few people decided to sit down at the table she was just sitting and eating at. Pissed off, Tadita walked over and snatched up her fry bread and trail mix, and she walked off to find another place to sit. Every single other table had people sitting at them.. a few had one or two people, and she scanned the room and debated on eating out in the hall. But then, she saw a table that only had one person sitting at it, and she walked over and sat her backpack down and got out her bags of food and began to eat silently, scrolling through twitter and getting into minor arguments with people. She furrowed her brows before looking up and making eye contact with Cam. She'd never seen this kid before, and he seemed like the type that wouldn't exactly talk with her. She wasn't going to ask if he minded her sitting there, because she didn't give a shit.

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[ParallelMary]

Hannah
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“What grade are you in,” The girl who just introduced herself as Audra responded to her. She looked as if she had a lot on her mind but seemed friendly. Hannah sat down next to her and pulled out her buddha bowl feeling relieved to not have to sit alone on her first day. “I like your tattoos.”
“I’m a junior,” Hannah replied. “What about you?”
She smiled at Audra’s remarks about her tattoos. Her right arm instinctively ran over her first one on her left arm. Hannah wondered if Audra had any tattoos. She looked young but Hannah suspected Audra was older than she looked. Hannah noticed that people around the cafeteria had started to sit down and the chatter had got louder. Hannah took a drink of her lemonade vitamin water and asked Audra over the noise ,“Do you like it here? Any advice for my first day?”
She hoped she wasn't peppering her with questions. Hannah had the tendency to talk a lot when she's nervous.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Charlie McAllister

While writing a new song, Charlie realized he needed to take piss.

That's how life is, really; you're about to have an epiphany, you're at your creative apex, and suddenly God decides it's piss time. It could almost be poetic, if only there were anything poetic about taking a piss. Anyway, that was now done, and he was back on his way out when he saw a guy and oh no he's hot.

It seemed like, aside from his depression, cute boys were most of his musical inspiration. Pulling out his notebook and clicking his ballpoint pen, he quickly began writing things down. Nothing coherent, just thoughts. Stubble and dark hair, eyes like land, gaze like earth. He wasn't in love, of course not. Love at first sight was a sham and he wasn't one to believe in optimistic bullshit. But if a guy's cute, he's cute.

Unfortunately, Charlie didn't register how weird it is to stand hunched over on the side of the hall, writing furiously and taking sneak glances at the only other person there. Dumbass.

// Winona //

May Gu

May was this close to shaking Parker's fist. Ah, shoot. She returned the bump with a tiny smile on her face and quickly began writing again.

'I'm May', she paused before adding, 'Gu'. She always gave her last name to people just in case they needed to find her online. 'Most people don't know sign language, I think it should be taught in schools instead of Latin but oh well. u_u' She continued. Local woman has too much to say and not enough time. 'My friend from my old school learned it just for me which she totally didn't have to I don't expect you to do that.'

Parker seemed nice, a lot calmer than most of the other people in town. Everyone just wanted to fight all the time, it was just... a little scary. People never fought like that in Denver, or at least if they did, they kept it out of the way. There was no Twitter drama and stuff like that, people exposing each other for stuff online... none of it.

'I don't go to that many parties. Don't know a lot of people here yet nd I don't drink a lot which people seem really into here' She rolled her wrist a bit. Cramps, cramps. 'But I got invited and figured it'd be fun to meet some people'

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[Elf_Ruler]

Cam had been quietly sitting at his table when a girl he didn’t recognize sat down. He put his head back down for a second looking through his phone and taking a bite of his food. He looked back up and locked eyes with the girl. He gave her a small smile even though she looked more than annoyed and could probably rip his head off if he said the wrong thing. Hell, most girls could rip his head off if he said the wrong thing. “I’m Cam. I don’t recognize you, but you seem upset. You okay? You can lie to me and I won’t question it.” He hoped that was the right way to go about talking with her. He didn’t want to upset the girl any more than she already looked. That was not who he was, he wanted her to feel welcome at Westbrook even if the school was crazy and full of unnecessary drama. This girl didn’t need anyone else causing her to be frustrated. So he was going to try and make her day less chaotic even if it was just by a small conversation.

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[dendygar]

Tadita

He looked a little bewildered and kind of lonely. She wasn't expecting him to talk to her, and she slightly rose her brows when he asked if anything was wrong. She had a resting bitchface, she had one since she was really little. She thinks she got it from her mom, who almost always had a somewhat constant frown or upset expression. Memories flew past her mind of her mother smacking her hands with a wooden spoon and taking her flip flops off and smacking her head with them if she did something wrong. Looking back it was comedic, but at the moment it scared the ever-loving crap out of her. "Nah, I'm not upset. I'm new to the school, not new to town." She crossed a leg and gave a half-smile. "I'm Tadita. It's kinda just my face that looks like that," She pointed in a circle at her expression. "What about you? Why you sitting alone? You look like you'd have friends." She pointed out. He was attractive, he was muscular, he was probably popular.

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[mogy]

Noah Stewart

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"Uh..." Noah looked at the empty red cup he was holding in his hand, to make sure it was empty. After he put it on the surface near him, he checked his pockets for his important stuff like his phone, his wallet, his keys and stuff like that, and luckily, everything was where it was supposed to be.

"Yeah, we can go." he finally answered. Noah wasn't drunk, but it did take him just a tad bit longer to process everything happening around him, including any kind of questions asked or answers given. A better and more accurate word to describe Noah's current state other than the word drunk would be tipsy, also known as slightly drunk. The room wasn't spinning for him, but it wasn't standing still either. Perhaps that other alcoholic beverage, whatever it was, wasn't the best idea.

"Oh, you're asking me?" It took a few seconds, again, for Noah to process the second question and that it was directed at him, which wouldn't be surprising if there was somebody else included in the conversation, but seeing that the two were literally only talking with each other, Noah probably seemed like the dumbest person to Chase at the moment.

One thing which is very important to know about drunk Noah is that all of his barriers are down when he is drunk. This means that all the things he tries to hide just come out in the open when he is asked about them. Westbrook High was one of those things.

"Um, yeah, Westbrook can be compared to all the nine circles of hell. Sure the school has some nice people and everything, but like all the backstabbing and drama is un-fucking-bearable and so fucking unnecessary." Noah didn't say this with any anger in his voice, just utter tiredness. He couldn't wait to get out of high school and go to college. There was no reason for him to say any of these things to Chase and bother him with the unnecessary information, however, for some reason, most certainly alcohol, he did. "Anyways, that was a lot, and we should probably go before I start talking about some other dumb thing." Noah's smile returned, and he said this in a much happier manner.

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[Winona]

Ash

Following a rather shitty Twitter conversation, Ash had climbed into bed and fallen into a fitful sleep. She didn't know how long she slept, but she did know that she barely got any rest at all. Her dreams were filled with vivid memories that made her toss and turn -- hanging out with Grace, Jace, Ryder... laughing and being happy.

God, she missed being happy.

She was finally woken up from her twisted dreams when her phone rang from the nightstand beside her. Ash blindly reached over and squinted at it to see who was calling her at this ungodly hour, and was surprised to see one of the only numbers that she hadn't blocked. One of the only people that she still desperately wanted to talk to.

"Hi, dad."

Ash sat up in the bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes and trying to sound as normal as possible so that her dad wouldn't, you know, realize that she wasn't at school and was actually in some college dude's bed.

"It wasn't your fault."

Silence, and Ash's whole body froze as she played over what he had just said to her. Ash didn't know what he was talking about, and her dad seemed to know that as he continued speaking.

"The accident. It wasn't your fault."

"But I... I crashed the car."

"No, you didn't. Well, you did, but you didn't cause the crash. I finally got a hold of the traffic cams, and the light was green. The other guy. The guy that hit the side Grace was on. It was red -- he ran the light, he hit you, and-- Look, don't worry about the details. It wasn't your fault. Isn't that great? And the drugs that Drake kid gave you, they wouldn't have affected your driving, anyway. They were prescription, sure, but people use them all the time. Totally safe. Uh, kind of."

It wasn't your fault. The words kept playing over and over in Ash's head. He was lying, right? Messing with her? The months of built up guilt from thinking that she had put Grace into the coma, thinking that it was her fault, made Ash's bottom lip start to tremble. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to...

"Are you sure? It wasn't my fault? Couldn't I have swerved or something?"

"No. He came out of nowhere and hit you two and if you had swerved, you would've hit another car and the accident could've been worse. Ashton, there was nothing you could do. Nothing. I know that's not great news, but I can fight this lawsuit. With this... with this evidence, Kate doesn't have anything to win. Ashton, it's almost over. We're going to be fine."

"You're... you're sure?"

"I'm positive, Ashton. And now. Now I'm going to win this stupid lawsuit, and I think I got a job working security. The shifts are at night, but it's good money. I can get a house, or an apartment with more rooms. And if you... if you or Jace want, you can come live with me, or just stay with me a few days a week."

His voice was hopeful, and Ash's eyes started to water. That was all she wanted, right? To be back with her dad, no matter where that might be, and to know that it hadn't been her fault that Grace was in a coma. To know that maybe her bad decisions hadn't almost killed her best friend, or caused the series of events following that.

"Yeah, dad. Yeah, I'd love that." Her voice wavered as she spoke.

"Oh! Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I uh... I am. It's lunch time. They let us have our phones out at lunch." Ash glanced over at the alarm clock to see it read noon, and she let out a small sigh of relief.

"Good, good. I didn't think you'd be skipping. You're a good girl, Ashton. I don't tell you this enough, but I really am proud of you. You're a... a lot stronger than I was at your age. Keep up those good grades, okay?"

"Okay, dad."

Silence for a moment, but this time it wasn't strained. It wasn't uncomfortable.

"I better go. But hey, Ashton?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

The call ended, and Ash held her phone in her hands. Her eyes fell shut, and tears started to gather and spill over. She still felt like it should've been her in that coma and not Grace -- less people would've cared, and then maybe the guilt she felt could subside. But it was what it was, and knowing that there had been nothing she could do...

It was a blessing.

Ash glanced over at Brad, still fast asleep in the bed. She hopped quietly out of the bed, gathered her clothes together, and then headed out of the apartment to head back home.​

 

[High5ives]

After Ryder had introduced himself and offered to guide Peren to his class, Peren's initial snap judgement was quickly wiped away. Sure, Ryder looked like your cliche high school douche bag, but He'd yet to actually act like one. Honestly, Peren felt a little bit guilty for judging him right off the bat. That wasn't fair, was it? Peren had been raised his whole life, told over and over again- 'Everyone deserves a fair chance.' Peren had hardly given Ryder a fair chance. He'd just seen that storng jaw and charismatic smile and assumed the worst.

"My name is Peren..." He started before trailing off. Peren certainly wouldn't mind having a little help finding his way around the school, but he didn't even know what his first class was. He thought he'd just be getting his schedule from the office when her arrived. Was that not how this worked? Was he supposed his classes all sorted out already? Peren felt sick and confused. The obvious thing to do was to just tell Ryder that he didn't know his class schedule yet, but Peren was too embarrassed. Plus, Peren didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to make a friend. If Peren wasn't going straight to class, would Ryder still walk with him?

"I think I'm supposed to be going to math first?" The lie left Peren's mouth before he had the chance to choke it back. What was he supposed to say when Ryder asked who his teacher was, or what room number? Peren was practically digging his own grave already! Peren wasn't a liar, but he was panicked. "Actually, I think I might have P.E. first?" Peren added on. Lying made him want to curl up into a ball and disappear, but he was in too deep! The School had to hae only one gym though right!? Ryder could lead him there, and then when Ryder left, Peren could too! No problems, right? Right!?

Peren felt like his heart was about to leap out of his throat. He'd been talking to Ryder for less than five minutes and he was already lying. How was that going to make a good friendship!? Someone call an ambulance, Peren felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

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[Winona]

Zander

His fingers brushed along the lockers, his gaze focused on the ceiling... and then he looked down the hallway and saw a dude furiously scribbling away at at a notebook in front of him. Zander's attention was peaked -- he loved seeing other people's artwork, and that had to be what it was, right? After all, why else would someone be writing in the hallway? Doing homework? Ha.

Zander made his way towards the other guy, pushing away from the wall while his hands slid into the loose pockets of his jeans. "Hey," he said with a friendly grin. "What are you drawing?" He wanted to glance at the drawing, he really did, but he controlled himself. Zander hated it when people tried to see his sketches, so why would he do that to someone else?

"Hey, you want to see the artwork that I did?" Surely they hadn't already washed off his spray painted wolf from the gym walls.

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[PenguinFox]

Ian nodded along with Alaska. They had just missed each other. He wondered what would have been different if they had met before she left. Would they have been friends? Would that friendship have prevented Ian from doing what he did? Or make it worse by adding another person to disappoint? It was impossible to know for sure. Maybe things were meant to be this way. Who could say. All that was certain is what had already happened, and it couldn't be changed. Ian laughed when Alaska said she could take him in a fight. She had no idea how right she was. "I'm positive you could. Don't worry though, you shouldn't have to."

The pair finally made it to the Evans residence, and it was quite late. Ian's hip ached and he was drained from the day so he was glad to finally be able to rest. Walking in he saw his cat Gandalf sitting on the kitchen counter. He looked to Alaska apologetically as the old cat jumped down and trotted up to her, rubbing itself against her legs. "Hope you're not allergic. He's pretty friendly, so he could be attached to you as long as you're here." He knelt down and picked up the grey Himalayan. "You know you're not supposed to be on the counter Gandalf." Even after being scolded the cat followed the pair around once back on the floor.

Once Ian had shown Alaska the bathroom he got her an icepack while she cleaned off her makeup. The two then settled in to the couch, Ian insisting on her using the ice pack and trying to keep her awake with idle conversation. He was a little concerned about her sleeping with a concussion but figured waiting a little bit more would be fine. So long as she wasn't delirious. He told her about his interests, hobbies, stories from his past. Anything that could be just boring enough that she wouldn't feel about about forgetting. After a while Ian noticed she was resting her head on his shoulder. She had fallen asleep at some point. It felt a little awkward, but hey she was safe and comfortable and that was what was important. He sighed and carefully put his arms under her legs and and neck. He lifted her off the couch, which was incredibly difficult to do slowly enough that wouldn't wake her in his current state. He hadn't exactly been keeping up on his upper body strength since the accident. He brought Alaska to his room and gently laid her on his bed. He left a spare blanket beside the bed in case she needed it and limped his way back to the couch. Wasn't exactly an ideal place to sleep, but Alaska needed the bed more.

While laying on couch Ian decided to check twitter. That was when he saw the videos of Ash. His heart dropped. He should have been there, but he wasn't, and Ash got hurt because of it. He could feel his self hatred rising again. He really was the worst friend ever. He tried to call her and message her every way he could but she wasn't responding. It seemed no one else could get a hold of her either. Ian got very little to no sleep that night. When he woke up from the tiny bit of rest he managed to get his sister Sierra was there smirking at him. "Who's your friend?" her eyebrow arched and Ian rolled his sleep deprived eyes. "Nothing happened."

"Then why is she in your bed?"

"She needed a place to sleep. It's not like what you think." he shrugged it off. It really wasn't a big deal...right?

"Whatever you say. I made coffee. There's enough for both of you." Sierra patted her brothers head before heading out of the house to do some errands. Ian got up and poured himself some of the life nectar, waiting for Alaska to wake up. Hopefully this whole situation wasn't too awkward. a z u l a

 

[Soap]

Juliette

The brunette stood hopeful for the next few seconds. Maybe he just needed a little time? Or maybe he didn’t hear what she said? There had to be some possibility he wasn’t saying it back instead of facing her fear. That Toby would be exactly like everyone else, but that’s the thing right? He wasn’t. No one would’ve ever made something this sentimental for her so he had to love her right?

So why wasn’t he saying it back? Was she really that terrible? The pair stood in slience for a minute that felt like it lasted hours, and the longer she sat there Juliette just felt like she made a fool out of herself. Tears stung her eyes but she looked away in an effort to save whatever dignity she had left — well, JJ wasn’t sure she was even worthy of a good birthday at this point. “... Well, I’m gonna go start kicking people out. I’m tired and this party sucked so, if you’ll excuse me.” She stood up from the bed and avoided his gaze as she left the room.

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After much yelling and with the help of Luke, everyone was gone and as usual; Juliette ended up alone. At least she could continue to be upset in her pajamas and be in the comfort of her bed. Precious hopped onto the bed and JJ had no energy to tell him to get off of it, maybe it was nice to have some company or she was just too tired to argue with anyone else tonight.

At the echo of shoes hitting the stairs; she knew who it was almost instantly. “I can hear your ugly boots from here.” Yes, Juliette was still mad, but mad or not Sawyer needed to be aware that her taste was absolutely terrible.

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[KingofAesir]

Sawyer
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Sawyer hadn't even gotten to JJ's door yet when she heard her voice telling Sawyer that she could hear her. Ugly boots? Sawyer frowned and looked down at her shoes self-consciously before deciding that her boots were not ugly and pushing open the door to JJ's room. She shut the door behind her softly and stood there looking kind of sheepish. Sawyer shifted awkwardly from foot to foot before coming to a decision that this was stupid and she looked like a little kid come to ask her mother if she could come out of time out. Sawyer rolled her shoulders and moved forward toward the bed.

"My boots are cool, thank you." Sawyer chuckled lightly, but only for a moment before she decided she should probably cut to the chase before JJ kicked her out. "Listen, I...I know I fucked up. I'm sorry. I don't really have any excuse. I was just so mad I wasn't thinking straight." She rubbed at the back of her neck and placed the present in her hands on the bed where JJ could see it, "I know this probably isn't a good time, but the cup I got you was a gag. This is the real present." Sawyer pushed the small bag toward JJ like a peace offering. Sawyer knew she had kind of fucked up JJ's party and she really needed this to work. She really needed JJ to forgive her or she'd just be stuck feeling sorry for herself alone. God forbid if she ever went back to Jess Sawyer shuddered at the thought. JJ was a good thing and Sawyer just really hoped she hadn't completely fucked up or she didn't know what she would do.

"Open it." Sawyer smiled softly, "Please."

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[Soap]

Juliette

Normally Juliette would've spit back a fun insult or something at Sawyer defending her taste in clothes, but the most she could muster was a glare. With a heavy sigh she sit up from the bed and waited for Sawyer to continue, Precious perked up as well, almost mimicking JJ's actions while being a very efficent guard dog. Sawyer's cup was definitely low on the present list but Juliette didn't expect another, the two were curious at the sight of the bag, but before the dog can get to it, Juliette grabbed it first, pulling it out of Precious's reach.

So, maybe anyone else would've thrown Sawyer out already, but Juliette turning down a present? Never. Her eyes softened at the box that was inside, giving a look towards Sawyer before she opened it to reveal a bracelet and... a key? "What the heck am I supposed to do with this? Is this a fancy handcuff or something? gross, I don't want your weird kinky stuff." She held the box out towards Sawyer, intending for her to take it.

She isn't stupid, of course it was a bracelet but if she was being honest, Juliette hadn't expected jewelry, especially from Sawyer, not that she's judging her friend or anything, but she didn't really have much money to spend in the first place. Juliette didn't care about how she spends her money, but given because the blonde has such... little of it. Maybe buying her another gift was a bad idea.

"... I'm not wearing your cheap jewelry."

What? Just because it seemed expensive to Sawyer, that didn't mean it was expensive for Juliette.

KingofAesir


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[KingofAesir]

Sawyer
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Sawyer felt hurt for only a moment at JJ's reaction to her gift before she realized that JJ was in a bad mood and this was just how they worked. Jesus. She really needed to get out of her feelings. Sawyer shook her head. A moment passed and she was back to normal. When she looked down she found her hands clutched together in her lap like she was nervous or some shit. Sawyer pulled them apart in favor of reaching forward and grabbing the box JJ had just thrust at her. The bracelet inside twinkled in the dim light and she thought it looked pretty, not that Sawyer was the most qualified person to think that. But, the bracelet had been expensive. The thing had cost a little over a hundred dollars and she'd had to pull extra shifts at the theater to save up. It wasn't like that bothered her much any way she got to see movies for free and popcorn was a definite bonus, but still. Her boss was a jerk and she'd been stuck with fucking Erin for all of the shifts she'd taken. That chick honestly terrified Sawyer and not very many things could claim that. So, she'd worked extra shifts with a potential serial killer for this stupid thing and JJ was going to wear it if it killed her.

"No. It's a bracelet and I worked extra shifts with Erin Ackerly to be able to get it for you so.." Sawyer grabbed JJ's wrist and clicked the thing over it, "They're like supposed to lock and shit." She reached for the key and clicked it into the lock on the underside of the bracelet and locked it, "Anyway, the point is, I wanted to say that I know you're always like scared people are gonna leave you like Bryan or....that other guy," Sawyer chuckled at her lack of memory, "so this is supposed to be like a promise that you'll at least always have my annoying ass." Sawyer stood up from the bed and made her way over to the window, "As long as that thing is locked. You're stuck with me." In one swift motion, Sawyer opened the window and chucked the key out into the street beyond, lost forever.

"There now it'll always be locked." Sawyer closed the window and turned around, wiping her hands together like she'd just completed some great feat. She slowly made her way back to the bed and pointed at the bracelet, "I think it's pretty."

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[Soap]

Caleb

Ava had good points. Caleb never really knew JJ well, bur it seemed like she was the type of girl to make everything about herself, not that Caleb was actually interested in hanging out with the cheerleaders, but even he would understand why Ava felt like a break— or an out, was needed. “Intelligent? Were you expecting the cheerleaders to start debating over history? They’re cheerleaders.” A part of Caleb liked Tatum because she was different from the other girls, not that cheerleaders were bad in anyway but he was expecting to drift off from that path after Serena.

Though if Caleb was being honest, he didn’t really expect himself down any path after Serena. Well, romantic path. Besides all that; the blonde was a little disappointed that Tatum decided to join the cheerleaders. Maybe that’s why she was acting the way she was the night of the party? Stress maybe? Whatever the case was, Caleb understood why Serena didn’t like him whenever he was drunk now.

It was good that he stopped, but is he a selfish hypocrite for hoping that Tatum would too? “Here’s an idea if you’re so bored. Forget about all them. Put yourself in the limelight. Who’s Avalon Sanders? What is she like? What does she like?” He asked, pausing for a mere moment before continuing,

“Y’know, besides video games.”

Winona​

 

[Soap]

Juliette

Juliette said a whole lot of nothing and watched as she clamped the bracelet onto her wrist with a mildly annoyed look. The way that she went over it probably wasn't the best. She only meant that Sawyer shouldn't of wasted her money on a gift for her, which-- very surprising for JJ to actually feel bad for receiving gifts, but at the moment Sawyer seemed to be the only one who cared the most despite her being the one to actually ruin the night.

Her eyes widened when she threw the key out. "Sawyer! How the hell am I supposed to take it off." If Toby hadn't given her a scrapbook earlier, she would've said this was the most sentimental gift she's ever gotten. But since Juliette ruined that in her own way, Sawyer's gift was ten times better. She looked down at the bracelet and back up towards the blonde. "Yeah... I guess, it's actually kind of really nice okay. Congratulations, your gift didn't totally suck." The gift helped a lot. But that weight was still on Juliette's chest and she knew it wasn't really about the party. And it was possible she felt a little bad for how she handled the gift giving in the first place.

"... so, Erin Ackerly huh? You really put yourself through that pain for me?" Her hands fiddled with the bracelet although not actually attempting to remove it. "...Thank you." In all honesty, if the dumb thing meant that Sawyer would still be around whenever, well, maybe Juliette was okay with keeping a less expensive piece of jewelry. Before Sawyer could dwell on Juliette's thanks, she quickly changed the subject.

"Toby actually got me something sweet too, but I guess it doesn't really matter since he doesn't love me."

KingofAesir​

 

[Winona]

Ava


Okay so maybe not history, but yeah. Ava had expected them to be at least a little less air-headed than they were. Like why was this school even run by the cheerleaders? They were just a bunch of stereotypical blondes, plus JJ. You had the alcoholic bitch, the player bitch, the overly sweet bitch, and the just a total nonredeemable bitch. How could anyone actually like them?! Why did they get so much attention, so many friends and... and dates or whatever when talking to them was like talking to a brick wall.

And then there was JJ, and Ava knew that she was probably the most hated one. It was hard to try and ignore the bitchy whispers of people just... everywhere. It annoyed her. Really.

But that was unimportant now, right?

"First off, don't call me Avalon. Second off, there is nothing to life but video games for me." She responded, leaning forward slightly as she spoke. "I know that sounds stupid, but... high school sucks. Like really, really sucks. And at least when I play video games I... I can pretend that I'm someone else. At least until I graduate."

She looked at the apple in her hand, her appetite suddenly gone before she dropped her apple to the table with a sigh and stood up from the table. "C'mon. You're boring, but I guess you're better than some people. I've never skipped before, but it seems pretty easy, so... let's go to the arcade and I'll show you how to really have fun. And stop being so boring."

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[PenguinFox]

Audra was glad to allow Hannah a spot. It wasn't easy being the new person, she knew from experience, and making it easier for someone made her feel good. Plus she seemed like a nice person, in addition to being pretty. When Hannah stated she was a junior Audra grinned. "I'm a junior too! We might have some classes together, that's cool!" She wasn't necessarily taking all junior classes, because of her family's constant moving, but hey maybe her fellow new girl wasn't either. "Did you just move here? Where are you from?" she spoke quickly, excitement evident as she practically bounced in her chair. The prospect of making a new friend in this place that seemed so cold in bitter was thrilling and she wanted to know as much as she could about Hannah. After all lunch only lasted so long.

Brown eyes flicked from Hannah's face, to her tattoos, then back to her face. Audra really wanted to know what they were and what the story behind them were but was that rude to ask? She thought she remembered hearing somewhere that that was a rude thing to do. Before she was able to ask about them however Hannah asked a question of her own. Audra pondered for a moment, debating on how honestly she should answer. "Well...truth be told I'm only sort of liking it here. I usually make friends pretty easy, but people seem...indifferent here and I've been struggling to make many connections. As far as first day advice goes; be careful going around corners. Westbrook has a high propensity for run ins. Like, literal run-ins. I've already had two people bump into me and I've been here a week. Thankfully they were super nice about it but, still..." she trailed off, mind drifting to the two boys who had run into her, a small frown resting on her face. It was nice that she was talking to someone out of their own free will instead of apologizing for running into her, though she did wonder where her boys had gone off to.

Audra snapped her focus back to the conversation and smiled at Hannah. "What class are you going to after lunch?" How great would it be if they were both going to the same place? ParallelMary

Parker read over what the girl wrote and smiled. "It's nice to meet you May. Sounds like you've got a great friend." he paused for a moment. What would increase his chances with this girl? "Maybe I'll learn some basic stuff. Just to make talking a little easier on you." He probably wouldn't, after all not talking? What more could Parker ask for in a one night stand? None of the 'are we a couple', or 'where are you going', or 'when will I see you again', or any of the other stupid questions. If he didn't want to talk to May all he had to do was close his eyes! This all suited him just fine. That is until the last bit she wrote.

May didn't drink. Well shit. That likely meant she didn't make bad decisions, and Parker; he was one hell of a bad decision. If she was responsible enough to not go to many parties she was probably responsible enough to not just put out to any guy she met. Parker should of stayed with that other bitch. Might have had a better chance there. He bit his lip for a moment debating how to continue. He couldn't spend time working at May outside this party, that could jeopardize his chances with Gia. So what to do now?

Parker was then struck with an idea. May was friendly, Gia was a sweetheart. Neither knew what most people thought about Parker. He could use May to prove to Gia that people's 'rumors' about him are wrong. He could befriend May and use her to show that he isn't a bad guy. He was going to not sleep with someone now so he could get laid later. A friendly smile rose to Parker's face as he refocused his thoughts on the conversation. "Parties can be a great way to make friends. Have you made many tonight?" It was weird to try and only make friends with someone, rather than lure them into his bed, but the greater prize awaited. This was going to be his greatest play yet. Twin Fantasy

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Cam smiled at Tadita, she had a unique name it wasn’t the typical girls name he was used to hearing and to him that was a nice change of pace for Westbrook. He let out a small chuckle as she explained that her face was just one that looked upset. He wasn’t surprised and he was glad she hadn’t taken in negatively because that was the last thing he wanted to do. Cam could only shrug at her question, “I have friends. One isn’t here, the blonde dude over there with the red head.” His head motioning towards Caleb and Ava, “He and I don’t talk but he’s one of the jocks. You have the blonde chick over there with her posse and somehow the table where we all meet is empty. Westbrook is a circus at most times.” He really wasn’t sure where anyone was, hell he hadn’t even seen Parker really, so he was more than alone today. He was glad to have a small amount of company, “You already seem like better company than the rest. They are all fake. I’d like to say I’m better, but I’ll let you decide that.” Cam could only hope that he wasn’t as predictable as the rest of his jocks or at least not as boring. He was still a newer jock so he hoped that he could avoid some of the pitfalls that made each and every jock boring and predictable.

dendygar

 

[Luna_Marie]

Morgan Ara

Morgan stopped her twirling as she noticed two figures at the other end of the hall, she grinned and tried to focus her eyes, the walls still spinning. She stumbled her way over and leaned on her toes to avoid falling into the men. "Hiya, mind if I butt in? This place is so lonely, its killing my buzz." She laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "I heard mention of art, Im no painter, but I am kind of a wiz with a camera." A pale hand ran through her multi-colored locks as she yawned quietly, her body was relaxed as she turned to lean against the wall but her eyes were alert and steady. [Fieldset/]
Winona Twin Fantasy

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[KingofAesir]

Sawyer​

Sawyer just shrugged and grinned at JJ's question as she plopped back down on the bed next to her, leaning back and folding her hands under her head. "That's the point." She informed her with a chuckle, "You're not supposed to take it off." Maybe the whole throwing the key out of the window thing was a little over the top but since when has Sawyer not been over the top. JJ could always just get it cut off, he'll she could probably do it herself with some determination and bolt cutters. Somehow Sawyer doubted that she'd ever do that though. JJ's next words caught Sawyer off guard and she kinda of made a face at them. Had JJ just thanked her? Woah. What a development.

Sawyer sat up again, ready to make fun of JJ for her rare thank you but JJ started talking again before she could even get a word out. She figured it was because she was trying to prevent that teasing from happening. Sawyer kind of pouted a little and slumped as JJ spoke. Something about Toby getting her something sweet too. Sawyer made a face that was a mix between a scowl and an eye roll but soon dropped her antics. That face morphed into drawn eyebrows and Sawyer looked at JJ incredulously. What the hell did that mean?

"What? What do you mean?" Anger suddenly contorted her face, "I swear on my mother's grave, if he did something I'll..." Sawyer didn't finish her sentence and simply clenched her fists together, collecting herself.

"What happened?" She asked finally.

Soap

 

[dendygar]

Tadita

It was generally kinda hard to get Tadita upset. She was picking at her fry bread and nodded, looking over at Caleb and Ava, her eyes lingering and judging them instantly based off of what they were wearing and how they were talking. Tadita was observant, but that wasn't always a good thing. When her mind was made up, most of the time it was made up and not subject to change. It wasn't any of her business why they didn't talk, so she figured she wouldn't ask. She and Cam weren't close like that yet where she could press him for details about the dynamics between the cliques at Westbrook. At her old school, she was one of the 'popular' girls. This school was a lot more bizarre because the cliques here seemed like they were ripped straight out of a movie, where as at her old school, none of the stereotypes were really a thing. Her eyes wandered to the blonde chick, her obsidian eyes checking her up and down, before glazing over the rest of the lunchroom. "Yeah, I can tell.." She mumbled and had some more trail mix, popping a cashew into her mouth. "Everyone here seems pretty wrapped up with their own shit. But it's like that everywhere I guess. Where I used to go, nothing seemed as cookie-cutter as this. I guess because where I went everyone was poor and from the same general class system." She shrugged and smiled, her eyes softening at Cam when he said she seemed like better company. "Hey, I appreciate that," She offered her hand out for a 'bro' shake.

Elf_Ruler​

 

[Soap]

Juliette

She had to admit that seeing Sawyer riled up because of Toby hurting her, well, it made her feel special. Not in a weird way it was just... someone cared. Sure, it was probably shown with the whole bracelet thing. But this felt different. Juliette shook her head and sighed. He didn't do anything and that was the problem. "So, after he gave me that scrapbook thingy, like I thought it meant something. And I felt like it did, and--" JJ was convinced that she loved Toby and she was just hoping he felt the same for her. "I told him I loved him. And he didn't say it back. And y'know, that's okay, I guess."

It wasn't really okay.

"Maybe he just didn't hear me?" She shrugged and looked towards Sawyer as if she could come up with an answer for her but Sawyer wasn't Toby and Juliette wasn't ready to have that talk. Maybe he just didn't like her, maybe he was just pretending for her family? While they flirted a lot, Thankfully, Toby had never pressured her into taking things further, after the... miscarriage, Juliette felt different now, and maybe that sounds stupid but being careful just seemed like the better choice.

Maybe that was it? Maybe he just wasn't attracted to her?

Maybe she wasn't good enough?

"What if he hates me now? What if I ruined everything?"

KingofAesir​

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Charlie McAllister

Charlie should've expected this. Writing in the hallway isn't a normal thing to do, especially not while staring at another person walking by. Regardless, he had a jolt hard enough that he almost dropped his notebook. His chest tightened.

I am not drawing. I don't know how.

"Um, I don't, uh..." He closed the notebook, tucking it into his chest. Now another person- another person is coming?! Charlie's face flushed, all the blood seemingly going to his ears and staying there. His teeth clenched behind his lips, grinding together as if determined to flatten themselves to calcified platforms jutting barely away from his gums. "I don't- it's..." He's gonna show something.

Something... gonna see something with this guy.

"...I wanna see it." His lips are numbed, but his pupils dilated, blackened in earnest emotion.

// Winona Luna_Marie //

May Gu

Poor May, as naive as she is good.

Normally, when the subject of her friend Kandi comes up, she's known to pull out stacks of photos of them together. Concert photos, fourth of July, Hannukchristmas, Halloween, their yearly Gummo viewing party, and so on. Unfortunately, she left them at home, out of fear that they may get stolen. (As if anyone, anyone, would want her sentimental photographs, or have any use for them other than making her wail like a newborn.)

'She's a very good friend.' That was that on the subject of Kandi. After all, Parker would be meeting her eventually. She'd be coming sooner or later. 'I wouldn't force you to learn sign language but it can be really useful just in general if you know any deaf or mute people', she added.

Really, they'd just ought to teach ASL in schools already. It's far more useful than Latin, has many more practical uses, but May is hardly the pushy type. Maybe she'd start an ASL club or something. Though she couldn't imagine people would join when there's other options, plus what if it got in the way of track... urgh. Life is so complicated. May was prepared for adulthood to take a huge toll whenever it may come around.

'Haven't made any friends besides you'

': )'

She almost always seemed to draw smiley faces in the margins. This was pretty far into her notebook. In theory, if one were to look back, they'd see one half of almost every conversation she's ever had. Sometimes she rereads them.

// PenguinFox //​