Westbrook Season 2

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer​

Sawyer had calmed down considerably and was now breathing at a normal rate. The color returned to her face slowly. As the girl spoke Sawyer found herself grinning just a little as she pulled the chair she'd pushed away back to its spot and sat back down. She ran a hand through her hair and reached up to smooth out Grace's blanket where it had gotten bunched up from her freaking out. Sawyer leaned back in the chair and was very careful to act nonchalant. The last thing she needed was some random kid thinking she was some kind of wuss. She was tired of people looking at her like she was broken. Sawyer hated pity and she hated being treated like a fragile doll. Even her grandmother had been softer on her as of late than usual. Her father had turned into this coddling, overprotective, concerned man and Sawyer just really wished everyone would just leave her alone. So many times people would pass by in the hall and pat her on the back or give her that goddamned pitiful look. She hated it and the pity only made her feel worse.

"Okay, then guardian angel." Sawyer chuckled lightly, "I'm Sawyer." She turned to the girl and offered a hand, "I've never met an angel. What's it like? Do you have wings?" Sawyer raised a quizzical eyebrow as she settled back down into her chair. She had always though she was pretty good with kids and this girl didn't seem to be any older than 15. Not that that really made her a kid, Sawyer sometimes forgot that she was only 18 afterall, but she couldn't help but see her that way. She just hoped she'd let the whole panic attack Sawyer had just had go. That was something she'd rather forget.

"Do angels have names?" Sawyer pointed to Grace, "Oh, of course you do. That one's name is Grace, though I'm sure you already knew that."

Soap

 

[Winona]

Ash


She didn't believe anything he said, but her gaze finally moved from the ground up to Ian's face when he mentioned just... a turn of the steering wheel. Right. Discussing suicide with Ian was just cruel, and Ash immediately felt guilty about it. And maybe she disagreed with him about it because, yeah, maybe he failed and ended up in a lot of pain. But ten minutes. Ten minutes is all that it would take for the morphine to kill her, as long as she wasn't given the antidote.

All she needed was ten minutes.

He started talking again, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was referencing. "Green Day? Really?" She asked, a smile spreading across her face for a moment before it faltered and died away just as quickly as it had arrived. "Yeah, okay. I should... probably just go home." She swallowed hard, and her gaze moved back to the ground and the clump of grass she had been steadily kicking.

"I'll see you later, Ian." Ash said, trying to force a smile onto her face before she turned and started walking home.

PenguinFox​

 

[mogy]

Noah Stewart

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reflex, noun

re·flex | \rē-ˌfleks\

An automatic and often inborn response to a stimulus that typically involves a nerve impulse passing inward from a receptor to the spinal cord and then passing outward from the spinal cord to an effector (such as a muscle or gland) without reaching the level of consciousness and often without passing to the brain. Breathing, digestion, and the maintenance of the heartbeat can be regarded as reflex actions, according to some definitions of the term.

Another thing which can be regarded as a reflex action would be holding onto the nearest thing to you when you are about to fall onto your ass because that shit hurts, a lot. For Noah, after Mason pushed him, the closest thing he could hold on, well, the only thing he could hold on to was Mason himself.

When Mason pushed him, Noah's smile was still there, like it usually was, but this push was tougher and stronger than other times Mason pushed Noah. Mason's pushes or punches were never strong enough to make Noah lose his balance, which was probably because Mason never lost his cool on Noah before. There were a few close calls, but Mason would never actually want to hurt Noah, right?

Noah held onto Mason's shirt with one hand, trying to keep himself from falling, but unfortunately, since Noah holding onto him was probably unexpected for Mason, Noah disrupted Mason's balance, taking him down with him.

And then, pain.

Interactions: Winona (Mason), Dede (Tom)​

 

[Winona]

Mason

There weren't many people in this fucked up school, or even in this fucked up world that were immune to Mason's criticisms or being pushed around. Fuck, Mason could probably list on one hand the people that he truly cared for, the people he would never fucking hurt, and Noah would always be near the top of that list.

He realized he had fucked up when pushing Noah sent him over the bench just behind him, and then Noah was reaching out to Mason to steady himself, but instead, Noah ended up pulling Mason after him. For a moment he stumbled, thinking that he had caught his balance, but then he was crashing over the bench after Noah.

At first, there was just the sound of Noah hitting the ground and the wind being knocked out of his lungs, but then there was a sickening crack. A crunch. A noise familiar to Mason, one that reminded him of what had put him off the football team just last fucking year. And he waited as his body hit the ground, and also landed awkwardly on Noah's leg.

Mason pulled himself off of Noah, expecting to feel the burning pain of a broken bone at any second, but there was nothing. And then he heard the string of cusses coming from his best friend, and dread filled Mason. He finally risked looking back over, only to see the sickening, unmistakable break of bone in Noah's lower leg, just beneath his knee.

Fuck.

Dede mogy geminiy​

 

[geminiy]

Jacqueline Dupont

When the Dupont family had made the choice to move to Westbrook, they made Bella promise not to stir up trouble and to keep out of drama. More importantly, Jackie had made herself a promise to not get involved with people at all. Transferring schools and moving country for her senior year had made Jackie hesitant to talk to anyone. People brought drama, drama that Jackie didn't want at all. All Jackie wanted was to get through senior year with good grades and avoid people at all costs.

She could have never guessed how poorly her plan would go.

Jackie had already broken up one fight and dealt with one possibly broken bone today. She had simply gone over to the dark haired boy to let him know that is friend in the wolf costume was okay. She had not signed up for the exchange between the two boys what inspired the one she had come to talk to to push the other.

She suddenly understood why action movies sometimes slowed down an action packed or important scene; they do that because it happens in real life. The whole scene unfolded in front of Jackie in what seemed slow motion. Every detail, from the boy grabbing the other's shirt, to the two boys tumbling to the ground, to the sickening crunching noise as something was crushed under their weight.

Seriously, what was with that place and trauma?

Jackie went to help the two up but the boy she had come to talk to stood up by himself. "Are you okay?" Jackie asked the standing boy, quickly looking him over, hoping that the crunch hadn't come from him. Deciding that he didn't look to busted up, Jackie turned her attention to the boy that was still on the ground. She scanned him from head to toe and instantly regretted her decision.

"Fuck." Jackie mumbled under her breath, a sinking feeling settling into her stomach as her gaze landed upon a twisted and unmistakably broken leg. There was no way that it wasn't broken, though Jackie hoped that her eyes were playing some cruel trick on her. Jackie could deal with blood and broken noses, she had fixed them more times than she could count on her fingers, but she had only ever dealt with a broken leg once during a rather gruesome spar during a martial arts lesson back in France. Her mind began to race, wondering what she should do. She couldn't just leave him there, and the other two didn't exactly look like they were going to do anything. Jackie could only remember a few things about how to deal with it: don't allow the person to move, immobilize the leg, keep the person calm, and get them to a hospital. A wave of calm poured over Jackie and she sprung into action.

"Don't move!" Jackie warned the boy on the ground as she frantically looked around for something to splint his leg. "We can call an ambulance, or I can drive you to the hospital, but first this leg needs to get braced." Jackie explained out loud, going to the boy and kneeling beside his leg. "Someone get me something stiff to brace his leg." Jackie asked, looking over his leg. Yeah, it was definitely broken. No doubt about it. A sigh escaped Jackie's lips as she remained calm, looking up to the boy. "You're going to be okay, just don't move." She attempted to reassure with a warm smile. She pulled off her thick sweater, leaving her in a tank top, and folded it, placing it under the boy's head and neck to help make him comfortable. Jackie shivered, shivering slightly at the sudden cool air on her now exposed arms and shoulders. Jackie smoothed the boy's hair softly before turning her attention back to his leg. What a day this has been.

| mason Winona | noah mogy | mentions tom Dede |​

 

[Dede]

Tom

While Mason and Noah were engaged in alluring foreplay which had ended up with the both of them lying passionately on top of each other, Tom was quietly enjoying his apple on the bench. Moments later, he was left wondering why his free entertainment had ended so prematurely. It hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet!

Tom, calm as ever, took a bite of his apple before plodding over to the scene of the crime. If Noah was having some sort of a medical emergency, he was in luck, since Tom knew a thing or two about first aid himself. Well, he’d read a lot about it from books. But he also had real world experience. Believe it or not, Tom had saved a kid’s life before. Yes, he saved Chandelier just earlier last week. A few more of these incidents and he’d need to get himself a cape. Everyone would be calling him the hero of Westbrook.

He looked down at Noah and—

Blood.

Oh God, blood. And not only that…

With his mouth still full of apple, he mumbled: ‘Your boner’s sticking out.’

No. Bone. Bone. Not boner.

After that minor slip of the tongue, Tom decided to bestow upon the two panicking seniors the wisdom of all his fourteen years on Earth: ‘I’d call an ambulance if I were you,’ he said.

Luckily a less clueless person arrived on the scene. Yep, yep, yep, this girl sure knew what she was doing. She was lashing out instructions like Stu giving out chocolate -- the same instructions Tom would have undoubtedly given himself if she hadn’t arrived. He nodded in agreement with her every step of the way. Then she said: "Someone get me something stiff to brace his leg." Tom suddenly broke into a giggle. Something stiff.

Winona geminiy mogy

 

[mogy]

Noah Stewart

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Noah holding onto Mason's shirt didn't really go according to plan seeing that in just a few seconds, the two were lying on the floor, Noah directly on the hard cold surface and Mason on top of him. Noah would've made a snarky erotic comment about the situation and how it reminded him of one of the cheesy teenage romance novels he read this summer, but everything hurt.

A few seconds passed, and the pain in Noah's leg kept on growing, which worried him. He started cursing for Mason to get off of him, and it worked, but the facial expression Mason had made Noah shut the fuck up. He only then realized the possibility of his knee or ankle being sprained. He didn't want to look, and he wouldn't look, firstly because he knew it would hurt much more if he looked, and secondly, he was afraid of seeing his leg.

Even though he didn't look at it because it would increase the pain, his leg felt like he put it in a blender, and the pain was reaching that unbearable level he never experienced. Bad thoughts were running through Noah's head, but unfortunately, anything he imagined was better then reality. His bone had been broken, and a part of it was outside of his body, and having your bone outside of your body definitely couldn't be a good thing.

"What?!" Noah was delusional. He probably hit his head because little Tom did NOT comment his boner because firstly, Noah didn't have a boner, and secondly, little Tom doesn't even know about boners.

What the hell was happening?!

"It's not sprained, right?! Right?!" Noah could only imagine having sprained something, since he never had, but he didn't think it hurt as much as it did. How did the pain manage to still keep growing. Nobody said anything, and Noah was more and more worried with each passing second.

This was when a girl Noah had never seen approached, and the look on her face made Noah even more worried. Noah became paler than he usually was, if that was even possible. His knee couldn't have been sprained right now because he needed to practice and get all of those track scholarships. His future literally depended on the two of his legs being healthy.

Interactions: Winona (Mason), Dede (Tom), geminiy (Jackie)​

 

[0k_mang0]

colby

Location: school, parking lot
With: Tatum Elf_Ruler​

Colby seemed like was one of those senior guys would be too cool to stick around during after-school hours. Well, he did believe he was kind of cool. He was really still at school to finish some late classwork and stuck around in the library for a bit. He also tried checking out other clubs, but most either were boring or didn’t fit his interest. The only thing not boring was watching (from inside the school building, through a window) the school mascot getting sucker-punched by Ash. He didn’t see Noah getting his leg crushed, though. Probably for the best for him not to witness that.

While walking toward his old red dirt bike, Colby spotted Brayden’s best friend Tatum by herself in the parking lot. Her car was parked right next to his bike.

Colby offered a friendly greeting. “ ‘sup, Cheer-Cap Tate,” he said, putting on his black-and-white motorcycle riding gloves. What? He liked staying safe. “Taking a break from practice? Or did it end after that teen angsty doggo got sucker-punched in the muzzle.”

 

[Soap]

Juliette

Juliette wasn’t into this whole hippy thing. Sure maybe she had her points and she’d be lying if she’d say she didn’t feel the least bit better. So what if cheer practice didn't turn out well? Tatum's gonna want her help with cheer anyway, she wasn't that great of a dancer. And... yeah, it sucked a lot that Toby didn’t say it back, it wasn't a big deal! She said what she felt and if he wasn’t comfortable with saying it right now then she’ll wait.

Until next week.

All will be fine. Juliette's gonna choreograph, and her relationship with Toby will be mended by Friday. Yeah that’s long enough. Give him some time to realize what she said... that she meant it. All will be fine by next week. This might've been the first time JJ hasn't completely hated someone by their first interaction, the rainbow haired girl proved to be surprisingly less annoying than most students here, but she wasn't going to go as far by calling her a friend. Merely an acquaintance.

“Thank you Megan. I can promise you that I feel 10 times better now."

Luna_Marie​

 

[Soap]

Evie

The blonde was seemingly more comfortable now. Though, she wouldn't lie it was entertaining to see her all jumpy because of Evie. But at least she wasn't like, crying or something. Her gaze fell to Sawyer's hand and for a moment she hesitated, glancing towards Grace before making a decision, she crossed her arms. What? She took her seat, she didn't deserve a handshake. "It's tiring, so tiring I cut my wings off." She replied with a fake but wide smile.

That didn't even make sense. How would Grace be an angel when she was just in a coma all the time. Plus, a guardian angel had another angel? Please. She didn't even do anything. Sawyer earned an eye roll from Evie, the brunette wasn't sure she liked this one yet. Grace seemed to have an odd taste in friends. "Yeah of course I knew that. I wish they gave us better names though. Grace is an ugly name," Maybe her name wasn't that bad but then she wouldn't have a reason to continue with her small insults. "Sawyer is worse though. I don't like that either."

Who carries a baby for nine months just to wind up naming it Sawyer?

KingofAesir​

 

[a z u l a]

Alaska

The brunette had already been in a bad mood all day, her eye was throbbing and she had tried and failed miserably to cover it with makeup. Pain ached through her whole body and she was pretty sure she should've gone to the hospital instead of sleeping in a stranger's bed, but she was stubborn and maybe a little stupid and now paying the price. She'd been about to leave school when she saw the video uploaded to Twitter of Ash punching poor little Stu. The blonde had just been whining on Twitter about how everyone hated her and Alaska had even tried to be nice and say that she didn't hate her, but maybe if Ash didn't want everyone to hate her then she shouldn't go around punching people like an idiot. Truthfully, Alaska had felt bad for her, until right about now. Fucking with one of Alaska's few friends was the worst thing anyone could do.

Alaska was on the football field before anyone could stop her, marching towards the blonde as she walked away. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" The brunette yelled as she approached Ash, clenching her fists at her side to keep from assaulting her like she'd done to Stu. The not-so-little anymore Westbrook Wolf could be seen standing on the field near the football players and he seemed fine, which calmed Alaska's rage a bit, though she was still seething as she glared at Ash.

"Did you have a reason for punching Stu or are you just trying to fuck up as many relationships as possible?" Alaska asked, she knew what had happened in the bathroom at JJ's party, the whole school did. After punching Ryder in the face, Ash had kissed him out of nowhere when he had a girlfriend. A very upset girlfriend at that. Alaska was tired of Ash toying with her brother and seemingly everyone else in her life.

Winona ​

 

[Winona]

Ash

All she had wanted to do was leave the school. For once, after talking to Ian, Ash actually felt like she was in a decent mood. Well, maybe not mood, but she didn't have the overwhelming urge to never wake up again, and that was a start. It was something.

But the world most definitely hated her. The world most definitely was against her. The world wanted her dead. Maybe this was some sick joke from the universe -- revenge and karma for putting one Grace Jackson in the hospital, and in a coma no less. Remind her constantly of what she had done, and send people like Sawyer and Alaska to hate her more.

Lovely.

"You going to punch me, too?" She snapped. "He deserved it. He drank out of the apple juice bottle and told me I belonged in a coma instead of Grace. Which I know, and I don't need everyone to keep reminding me." Ash was sick of this, so she didn't budge, or try to keep walking.

"So go ahead. Punch me. Punch me and tell me I'd be better off dead."

a z u l a​

 

[a z u l a]

Alaska

"No, I'm not going to punch you." Alaska scoffed, why did everyone assume she was going to punch them? She knew how to use her words...when she felt like it.

"Punching you isn't going to do anything but make you whine more about how shitty your life is. Guess fucking what Ash? We all have shitty fucking lives!" The brunette was tired of all the drama in Westbrook already. The Vaughns had only been back for less than a month and she was already over it. "Stop the pity party and do something about it. Maybe you'd stop feeling so shitty about yourself if you stopped acting shitty and started trying to fix the mess you made."

Before the brunette could get carried away with her anger, Ryder was running across the football field to stand between the girls, placing an arm in front of his sister to stop her from anything she might attempt. "I'm not gonna hit your precious Ash!" Alaska rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up and shoving her brother's arm away. He reluctantly stepped back but kept his eyes on his small sister, only looking away to make sure Ash was still in one piece.

"Alaska, let's go." He spoke, looking back to his twin with a frown.

Winona​

 

[Winona]

Ash

She spaced out, not listening as Alaska talked. Hadn't people said this to her before? And it wasn't like she was purposely going out of her way to make people hate her, or to get into fights. She had come to practice to try and... feel normal again. Some semblance of it. To try and not feel so shitty and downtrodden, but that had quickly proven ineffective.

Ash entertained Alaska for a while, although she didn't keep her gaze on her. Instead, her eyes moved around -- at the ceiling, the ground. Anywhere but her. "Are you done? You know what, I don't even care. Just... shut up. Ian already gave me the whole spiel, so you can just save it for someone who cares." And what a hypocrite. Alaska, queen of punches, telling Ash that she shouldn't punch people for things that were, to be quite honest, really deserving of a punch.

And then Ryder was there, and Ash felt like her blood turned to ice. She hadn't talked to him since JJ's stupid party which, to be fair, had only been five days and she hadn't talked to anyone since then. Except for Sebastian and Ian, at least a little bit, and to let them know that she was alright right before she had come home. Despise how badly she wanted to cut everybody off -- and how easy it was for most -- she couldn't find the strength to kick Ian and Sebastian away.

Well, that and they were stubborn.

But Ryder... he'd sent her a message, asking to talk, and she had said no. But what was there to talk about? Ash didn't... want to be around Ryder, and she certainly didn't want to have to talk with him -- probably alone because as she had proven, being alone with Ryder was a terrible idea in and of itself. Seriously.

She didn't look at Ryder -- she couldn't -- and Ash didn't look back at Alaska. She felt... sick, uncomfortable, overwhelmed. Ash wanted to go home, but she didn't have a home to go to. Wherever she turned, she had burned every bridge and in the beginning, that was what she had wanted. But now? Now, Ash just wanted to feel like she belonged somewhere.

So she turned away from the twins, not looking at them, and started walking.

a z u l a​

 

[Winona]

Mason

He hadn't--

Fuck.

What had he done?

Mason barely even heard the other girl, or Tom's cruelly timed jokes. He was frozen in his spot, his heart pounding, his mouth dry, as he looked at the bone sticking out of Noah's leg. If it had been anyone else, Mason would've walked away by now or jumped into action, much like this brunette bitch was doing. But it was Noah and it was his fault, so he had nowhere to turn. Nothing to do. He couldn't... he couldn't punch the person that had caused this, because it was his fault.

Well, he could punch himself but that would be weird.

"I think it's umm... I think it's broken." Mason stated the obvious, but saying it aloud made it real for him. It made it clear and true and real that Mason had just broken his best friend's leg with his fucking ass.

"I-I'll call an, umm. An ambulance. Do you call ambulances for this? Can we just take him? When do you call an ambulance?" And then his gaze fell onto the broken bone sticking out of Noah's leg once again. "I'm going to call an ambulance."

Mason fumbled with his phone, but finally managed to get a hold of the police and have them send an ambulance out. When he had mentioned that the place was Westbrook High School, the woman had stopped talking for a moment, and then sighed before saying she would send the ambulance. Being the professional she was, she had failed to end the call before Mason heard her tell them to reset the counter for number of days since an ambulance was last sent to Westbrook High.

How rude.

He ended the call, then stepped back over to the group.

"Noah, I'm sorry."

Dede mogy geminiy​

 

[geminiy]

Jacqueline Dupont

Jackie had barely registered that the boy had called an ambulance, or the crude boner joke that the younger guy had made. Who makes dick jokes when their friend's bone is sticking out of their leg? She got to work stabilizing the boy's leg, hoping that the shock that he was in would last until the paramedics would arrive. Jackie had never dealt with something like this before, but the other two definitely weren't going to help.

Noah's question of a sprain caused a lump to form in Jackie's throat. Well no, it definitely wasn't sprained. It was so much worse than that. Luckily for Jackie, the guy behind her with the highly destructive ass broke the news for her. Perhaps he said it a little more harshly than Jackie had planned, but at least now this Noah guy knew the truth. "Your leg is a little banged up but everything is going to be okay. Your friend called an ambulance for you, they'll be here shortly to take you to a doctor." Jackie spoke softly in an attempt to keep him calm. "What you need to do right now is to just keep breathing and keep your leg still, okay? Focus on the clouds overhead and the breeze, not what's happening here." She suggested calmly, nibbling on her bottom lip. That ambulance couldn't get there fast enough.

Jackie stood up from the ground beside Noah and turned to the guy who fell. Her heart sunk a little bit at his apology to his friend. That poor guy just couldn't catch a break, could he? She stepped closer to him and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. He seemed as shaken as Noah with the leg popping out of his leg. "Try to breathe, okay? Mistakes happen all the time, Noah is going to be okay. You didn't hurt him on purpose, it was just an accident." Jackie tried to reassure, offering a warm smile to the boy. "What he needs right now is his friend there for him. He's going to be okay."

She dropped her hand and turned her attention back to Noah. Kneeling on the ground, Jackie gently smoothed some of his hair back away from his face to allow more air to get to him. How the hell did she end up in that situation, helping three guys she didn't even know with a broken leg. Westbrook clearly had some kind of curse around it; Jackie was convinced of that. They probably didn't even want her there, not that Jackie is often wanted anywhere. "If you want me to go, I will. The ambulance has been called and will be here shortly." Jackie asked the group, but more specficially Noah. After all, he was the one hurt and if he wanted his friends there for him instead of a total stranger, Jackie wouldn't take any offence to that at all.

| noah mogy | mason Winona | tom Dede |​

 

[mogy]

Noah Stewart

​

'It's broken.'

Noah did not hear what Mason had said.

Well, no, he heard it, but he didn't want to hear it, any of it.

His leg couldn't be broken because that's literally the end of his track and field career, and it simply couldn't have been because that meant it was also the end of him. He didn't have a backup plan if he were to break his leg. Breaking his leg meant that he would end up in a bad college and that meant that he wouldn't have a good job and that meant that he wouldn't be happy in life, and Noah really wanted to be happy in life. He had it all planned out. He would live in a big house with a lot of rooms and with a good husband and like kids and dogs and hedgehogs, and him breaking his leg right now did not allow for that dream to happen.

He wasn't aware of this, but tears were flowing out of his eyes, onto his cheeks and eventually onto the floor. He wasn't crying, but thinking about his leg being broken and the pain coming from it and the realization that he wouldn't be again just made tears flow out.

"It cannot be broken. You're lying to me. You are lying, Mason, I know you, you are lying. You have to be. You are lying." Noah repeated to himself as a mantra, even though he knew Mason wasn't lying. Somewhere, deep down, Noah knew that this amount of pain meant that his leg was broken, like seriously messed up, but his consciousness did not want to believe it. To his consciousness, his leg was only sprained. He denied it over and over again, thinking that would somehow make his leg unbroken, but it obviously didn't.

The nice girl's voice calmed Noah down a bit. It felt nice and she was comforting him. The tears flowing down his cheeks didn't stop, and he was still pale, but his leg was broken and his bone was literally sticking out, so you couldn't really expect him to smile and look normal. Noah did what the nice girl suggested, looking at the clouds. It didn't help a lot, but it did help. Noah always loved looking at the clouds, and this felt nicer than trying not to look at his leg.

As the girl got up, Noah didn't move his eyes, still looking at the clouds passing and the air playing with them like specs of dust, even thought they were much much bigger and heavier than specs of dust. It looked nice, but Noah couldn't tune out his ears to listen to rain or something, which is why he heard that the girl was now comforting Mason. It might have been selfish and rude, but Noah didn't think Mason needed to be comforted. He was the one who did this to him, and the only thing Mason deserved was the amount of pain Noah was in, perhaps even worse.

Sure, this might not have been the appropriate wish one should have for their best friend, but when your best friend breaks your leg and ruins your dreams and happiness just because of a joke, then you might actually have a right to think badly like that.

It wasn't long before the girl returned to Noah. She removed his hair from his face, and it felt nice to feel something other than the excruciating pain from his leg, even if it was just a simple touch. The girl had asked if she should go, but out of all of them, she was the only one who actually helped Noah, so Noah didn't want her to go anywhere. The girl seemed really nice, and like a person Noah could be friends with, and it was a shame the two had to meet in such awful circumstances. Thanks again, Mason.

He shook his head at her question because letting out air out of his lungs for talking didn't feel like something he had enough strength to do. He was weak and cold. The cold breeze which did wonders before was now chilling him to death. Noah being covered in sweat didn't help the situation. Blood loss was a bitch.

Interactions: Winona (Mason), geminiy (Jackie), Dede (Tom)​

 

[Dede]

Tom Tom

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‘No, it’s definitely broken,’ Tom said. Was Noah delusional? His leg had come off like a Lego piece. Mason was absolutely not lying.

The ambulance arrived quicker than they expected, with the paramedics coming up to check on Noah with their little first aid bag. ‘Now don’t move,’ one of them said. ‘What happened? … Everybody back away and give us some space please.’ Unsurprisingly a couple other students, smelling drama or excitement, had already gathered around the injured guy, some taking out their phones to get a picture for their Instagrams. Not wanting to feel left out, Tom covertly took out his phone and snapped a picture too. He wasn’t going to post it though. That would be mean. He just might show it to Stu later.

The paramedics, after tending to Noah, went back for the stretcher. When they got to the ambulance, they saw a boy already standing there waiting to get in the back.

‘What are you doing, kid?’

‘I’m going with.’

‘No you’re not.’

‘Yes I am. He’s my brother.’

‘Oh?’

‘Yep.’

‘OK. Get in.’

Tom climbed inside right away. He had always wanted to see the inside of an ambulance. How exciting. He looked at all the medical equipment. How thoroughly fascinating.

Tom finished his apple and threw it outside onto the grass. In no time miserable Noah was carried on board along with whoever else insisted on coming, and they were off. This was much more fun than sitting around a field watching people play sports.

Oh, and right, poor Noah. Sucks for him.

Winona geminiy mogy

 

[lion.]

Red​

Holding fast and waspish, Ava wrested his schedule from his twitching hands before he could talk. Noticing how her irises-a blustery twist of green pinewood and lumber-shifted left to right so naturally, Red wondered if she was book worm under her huge gamp of mystery.

Not that it mattered, anyways. She didn’t want to be friends. Right?

And if it wasn't too late to mention, as soon as she said math, Red was finished. Done. Rest in peace, Red Donovan. That was just how Donovan luck worked, huh? Resisting the urge to cringe, he paced after the red-head, listening to her distantly go on with her deliberate debate on impressing a girl.

“I’m just doing this because, I don’t know. Shut up.” She eventually adjourned.

“Oh, uh okay,” Red answered guardedly, his face red-hot. So, this could still mean she still wanted to be friends? Hopefully? Maybe?

“Wait, Ava,” he began, suddenly going against the odds to speak as they cornered the room to his math class and before she left, “I know we aren’t friends or anything..and we don’t have to be...but maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Clearly, not in a weird, stalkerish, way.” He added, thinking too hard, “You know what I mean?”

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Brayden could tell that even though Bella was going to be a cheerleader she had an actual head on her shoulders, and she seemed to think all the drama was just as pointless as he did. However, he didn’t have to show up and deal with it constantly he could leave it alone and act like it didn’t exist. He watched as she jumped off her spot and for a split second, he assumed he had pushed her away and he was just going to walk it off. It wouldn’t have been the first time a girl got bored with him or he managed to see a girl wasn’t at all interested in him. But of course, she was just grabbing her phone. He quickly typed his digits into her phone and sent himself a quick text, “So I can text you too.” He gave her a small wink.

He looked back to the field and more drama was occurring and then he watched as more problems occurred, “Shit.” He mumbled to himself, “I know I should care to help but it seems like that might be more trouble. You want to leave the bleachers?” he asked Bella. He knew her sister was still helping but he didn’t want to be involved in all the drama occurring out on the field. There was too much going on and he could already see people pulling out their phones probably calling for an ambulance. He was worried but not enough to stick his nose in a problem that wasn’t his.

geminiy
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Gia smiled at Milos when he spoke, he seemed to just enjoy all the extra drama that theater kids had. She loved it too and it was what kept her coming back no matter what, “So Alex and Erin have a hard time agreeing? Have they thought about doing like a vote?” Gia let her eyes gaze over to where the two were bickering. She didn’t really know what had been planned for the group or if they had ever gone through a vote to decide who would be in charge. She had gone through it before back in Westbrook Jr., so she wasn’t shocked. The natural born leaders always seemed to butt heads and Gia usually sat in the background just waiting for people to get along. When he commented on Grease, she looked back at him, “It can’t be as bad as when we did Shrek the Musical last year. Our donkey got a prop stuck on his butt-cheek. Had to go to the hospital and everything.” She couldn’t help but laugh a little at the memory. Sure, it had been bad but had they all just agreed and stayed on their cues all would’ve gone well. But that was show business.

Gia enjoyed Milos’ company, “Hey Milos.” She was silent for a moment trying to figure out how not to be weird cause she didn’t want him to think she liked him in any special way, “Can I have your number? For like theater things? It’s ok if you say no. I’m new and just met you and maybe you don’t just give out your number. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have even asked.” Gia could feel the anxiety rushing in her because she didn’t want to upset someone, she thought could be her friend. She wanted to be friends with Milos he had such a happy attitude and his smile was contagious and that was something she enjoyed in life.

Winona
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Tatum had been chilling on the car mostly upset about practice and Brayden ignoring her for some new girl. Like the new girl didn’t do anything wrong, Tatum was just annoyed because Brayden was her best friend and now his attention was distracted by some bimbo who was pretty and could hold a conversation. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a nickname she hadn’t heard in a long time. She let her head turn towards the voice and saw Colby, Brayden’s new friend. When he asked about practice a frown appeared on her face. She could only shake her head, “No, practice was a disaster. Ash is losing her mind, JJ was trying to do something to help and all hell broke loose. I just don’t know how to even handle all of this. And now Brayden is with some chick and I’m stuck here.” She could feel her emotions swelling in her, “I want to go home and be alone. This day has been anything but good. Why are you here?” She couldn’t just talk about herself when really that was all she wanted to do at the moment. She wanted to yell and cry, and she really wanted a drink. Her body was feeling miserable without liquor but Brayden had depleted her stash so she was struggling still.

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[geminiy]

Jacqueline Dupont

The wait for the ambulance felt like it was forever. The longer the four of them sat there, the paler Noah's face and the clammier his hands got. She wished that she could do something, anything, to help ease some of the pain but her wishes would do no good, she already had done everything she could to help him. Instead, Jackie knelt beside the boy, swapping out her sweater under his head for her thighs, placing her sweater over his torso to help keep him warm.

She didn't speak, only brushed her fingers gently through his hair and occasionally telling him that he was going to be okay. Now that the situation had calmed down, Jackie's heart began beating out of her chest, causing the panic that she had suppressed to come bubbling out of her. It didn't read on her face, and Jackie got in under control quite quickly.

Jackie sighs in relief as the ambulance pulls up and a group of paramedics rushed out, ready to get Noah to the hospital. Jackie placed the boy's head gently back on the ground as the paramedics instructed and hopped to her feet, moving out of their way to stand beside Mason. She crossed her arms over her chest, nibbling her lower lip in worry. That's when she noticed the crowd of curious students growing that had not been there moments before. The second that phones began being pulled out, Jackie's face turned red in anger. Unfortunately for the girl that had been standing just behind her, Jackie snapped.

"I suggest you put that phone away, right now." Jackie growled, narrowing her eyes at the girl who looked rather shocked. "Unless, of course, you'd like to get a ride in a matching ambulance. But I promise you won't be in such good condition."

The girl put her phone away with a roll of her eyes and Jackie immediately turned her attention to the rest of the group. "That's an invitation for the rest of you to fuck off." Jackie demanded of the group as the paramedics worked in the background. As they began loading Noah onto the stretcher, Jackie got the stupid idea that she wanted to go with them. After all, she had gotten this far, why not see it through? Jackie broke into a sprint to find Bella who, thankfully, hadn't left the bleachers.

"Isabelle!" Jackie yelled as she ran towards her. She stopped at the bottom of the bleachers and pulled her car keys out of her pocket and tossed them at her younger sister. "Take my keys and get yourself home. I have to go with Noah to the hospital."

Bella said something but Jackie didn't stop to listen, instead making her way back to the ambulance that Noah was inside of now. "Wait! I want to go with him, I was the one who stabilized his leg. I want to make sure that he's okay." Jackie said, seeing the younger boy and the older boy with the dangerous ass getting into the back. The paramedics mumbled among themselves for a moment before opening the door to Jackie. One of them mentioned for her to get in and she did as told, hopping in the back with the three boys. Within moments, they were off towards the hospital.

| Noah mogy | mentions Mason Winona | mentions Tom Dede |

Isabelle Dupont

Bella smiled as Brayden took her phone and gave her his number, texting himself in the process. "I guess we'll have to stay in touch then." She giggled, taking her phone back and tucking it into her pocket.

She noticed that something caught Brayden's eye and turned around, seeing all the drama unfolding on the field. Surprisingly, in the middle of all of it, was Jackie. Bella shook her head at her older sister, seeing her spring into action the second shit hit the fan. "Well, who would've thought that Jackie would be the one getting all the action on the first day."

Bella hadn't had time to respond to Brayden's question before Jackie was sprinting towards them from the scene. She mentioned something about having to go with some Noah kid to the hospital and to get herself home, chucking her keys at Bella before taking off again. "Hey, I can't drive!" Bella called out, waving her sister's keys in the air. "And who the hell is Noah?"

Her words were left unanswered as she watched Jackie run back to the ambulance and climb in, the vehicle taking off to the hospital. "Seriously, I don't understand her." Bella began, turning her attention back to Brayden. "She thinks its okay to just throw her keys at me and tell me to get myself home. Like how the hell does she think I'm going to be able to drive her damn Jeep home? I don't drive!" Bella ranted in frustration, sitting down on the bleachers beside Brayden. She put her head in her hands, her hair spilling over her shoulders, blocking her face, and sighed in frustration.

"Hey," Bella said suddenly, looking over to Brayden as she flicked the hair away from her face. "You wouldn't happen to drive, would you?" She asked out of pure curiosity.

|Brayden Elf_Ruler |​

 

[mogy]

Noah Stewart

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Noah didn't remember much.

Sure, he remembered the conversation, the pushing and the fighting which lead to him breaking his leg. He remembered that Mason was the one to blame for his leg being broken since he somehow managed to sit on it or whatever, but that didn't matter. Noah remembered that Tom was there and that there was a nice girl with a soothing voice who helped him through the pain.

Noah didn't remember much of what came after his leg broke, though, and the doctors explained that he had experienced trauma and shock and that his brain blocked out some of the memories simply to protect him. It made sense because the pain Noah experienced was excruciatingly agonizing. It hurt like it hurts when someone breaks their leg and their bone ruptures their skin.

Noah had been through the surgery and the doctor talked him and his parents through what his leg has been through, everything from the type of injury to how it was treated and how they will move on with it, but Noah didn't listen. He didn't care. It was like sound around him became wobbly and quieter and he could have listened, but he didn't because it was over for him and he couldn't handle it or process it at the moment. He knew that recovery would be a pain in the ass. He knew that it would take a long time and that he wouldn't be participating in any of the track meets this year, which means that he wouldn't get scouted and that means that his life officially went to shit.

The doctors said that they were positive he would make a full recovery, and that was all nice and good and lucky, considering the damage, but it wasn't enough for Noah because he remembered that just a day ago, he was fine, like absolutely and completely fine, both legs working, and he wanted to be fine again. He wanted to have a shot at going to a good college and doing good in life, and a day ago he did, but not anymore.

At the moment, it was the next day, around noon. Noah was laying in his hospital bed, looking worse then ever. His leg was fine, or at least better than it was yesterday. His wound was bad but the skin rupture had been fixed, and his bone had been realigned. It was a shame, but thankfully, they didn't have to cut it off, and Noah had hoped that was never even considered.

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Mentions: Winona (Mason), Dede (Tom), geminiy (Jackie)​

 

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer​

This kid was kind of rude. Sawyer narrowed her eyebrows at her but managed to simply grin at the insult. She wasn't about to start arguing with a literal child. Speaking of literal child, where were this kids parents? Sawyer made a show of leaning forward and glancing out the door for and parental figures in sight but she found none. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, clucking her tongue at the younger girl.

"Where are your parents, huh?" Sawyer questioned with a grin, "Who just let's a kid run around a hospital?" She narrowed her eyes at the dark headed girl and suddenly came to the conclusion that this chick probably lived here. Why else would she be randomly walking into strangers rooms? Sawyer's eyes softened, but only a little. She wasn't about to get all mushy on the brat.

"What's your name then?" Sawyer questioned, "If mine's so bad let's hear about yours." She tapped her chin in thought, "I bet it's....Thelma. You look like a Thelma. That's what I'll call you." Sawyer laughed at her own joke, "Thelma the guardian angel."

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[0k_mang0]

colby

Location: school parking lot
with: Tatum Elf_Ruler​

He listened to Tatum gave a short report of the football field disaster plus her own personal issues without interruption. It looked like she needed that out of her system. The summary sounded right from what he could only see from a window. And in a short time, too. Wow, Westbrook. He didn’t blame her for wanting to get away from it all.

In a nonchalant tone, Colby answered Tatum’s question, “I definitely wasn’t having a secret sketchy meeting with the FBI behind the bleachers or anything.” Obviously, he was joking because what kind of idiot would proclaim something like that? He could make a plan to catch an Uber to Atlantis and go surfing with Poseidon sound normal—but that’s for an entirely different genre.

After a short pause, Colby answered again, without being sarcastic this time, “It’s just a few of classwork stuff I had to finish. I actually do care about graduating.” He hooked his full-face helmet on his dirt bike’s handlebar and dropped his backpack beside his feet as he leaned back against the side of Tatum’s car to talk a little near her.

“Genuinely wondering,” Colby said. “Why’d you choose to be a cheerleader in the first place? It can’t only be for the cliche high school popularity, and the stress doesn’t seem worth it to me.”

 

[geminiy]

Jacqueline Dupont

After Noah had gotten dropped off at the hospital the day before, Jackie had received a very angry call from her mother, demanding that she get home right away. Despite wanting to stay to support Noah, who the doctors were feverishly preparing for surgery, Jackie left without another word to any of the three boys. It took her forever to get home, immediately regretting giving her car keys to Bella. Instead of busing to Westbrook High to get her car, she had to bus to her part of town and walk the rest of the way. After an incredibly long day, Jackie was simply exhausted. Perhaps the journey wasn't as long as it seemed, but after breaking up fights and dealing with protruding bones, it seemed like it took her forever to get home.

The second she walked through the door, her mother began wringing her out. Bella had told her about the fight and although Jackie hadn't really been involved in the actual fight, their mother made it her business to make Jackie feel guilty about intercepting at all. But she refused to feel bad about her actions. Who knows what would have happened had she not stepped in the way of the cheerleader and the mascot? And what would have happened to Noah if she hadn't been there? But of course, this is how the Dupont house works. Bella could have set the school on fire or ran over someone with Jackie's car and not a voice would have been raised. Jackie tried to help someone and all hell broke loose.

Jackie ignored her sister's apologies, even though she knew that it really wasn't Bella's fault. Then came the rules from her mother. No more staying late after school. No more car. No more getting involved with people. That's when her mother said something that shot through Jackie's heart and shattered it to pieces.

"Your father would be ashamed of you if he was here, disgracing yourself like this."

Jackie said nothing more, only went silently upstairs with the tears trickling down her cheeks and grabbed an empty gym bag and packed it full of all of her belongings that she could fit. She grabbed her car keys from Bella's desk and stormed past her mother and outside, ignoring the screams from her mother telling her to come back. How dare she say that her father would be ashamed of her for helping someone out. The only person he would have been ashamed of would be his wife.

That evening, she drove. She couldn't say where she was going, only knowing that she needed to get away from that house. She ended up pulling off on some rocky cliff, overlooking a beautiful beach. Jackie couldn't bring herself to answer Bella's texts more than letting her know that she was okay. Then, she turned off her phone and chucked it in the backseat. What she needed was to change out of her bloodied clothes and to sleep.

The next morning, Jackie awoke to the glistening sunrise over the water. She got out of her car and sat on the hood, watching as the sun climbed higher and higher in the sky. It was so peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that she almost forgot that she had spent the night in her car. Almost. As she slowly woke up, her mind began to wander. How was she going to get through this situation? Would she be allowed home after all of that chaos? That's when Noah came to mind. Jackie wondered if the two boys had stayed with him, or if family came to visit him, or if he spent the night alone like she did.

Jackie got back in her car and changed again before setting off towards the hospital. She pulled into a parking spot and headed inside, not exactly realizing that she may not even be able to see Noah. After all, she didn't even know his last name to find him. She wandered around the hospital for a bit and ended up grabbing a coffee and two muffins, one for herself and one for Noah should she ever find him. Jackie didn't bother asking someone where she could find him. They wouldn't be able to help her anyways.

Finally, she ended up in the recovery ward and overheard a nurse mention the name Noah. Was that the Noah she helped yesterday? There was only one way to tell. Jackie walked over and asked the kind nurse where she could find Noah and got directed down a hall to a room with a cracked door. She knocked gently and pushed the door open, peaking her head inside. Thank goodness that was the right Noah.

"Noah?" Jackie asked quietly, stepping inside. "Hey, I'm glad to see you're doing well." Jackie said, walking over to the bedside. 'Well' may not have been the right word to describe poor Noah. He was clearly busted up pretty good, surgery was needed to fix his leg. Not surprising, given the extent of the damage that was done the day prior.

Jackie set the muffin down on the side table beside Noah's bed before she realized something. "You probably don't remember me. I'm Jacqueline, though you can just call me Jackie. I helped you yesterday when you got hurt. I was just stopping by to make sure that you're okay." She introduced with a smile, taking a sip of her coffee.

| Noah KingofAesir |​