Realistic or Modern Westbrook

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price
Samantha Gilly

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Ana took the notebook back and held it to her chest. She flinched at his words and squirmed in the seat. IF she weren’t tucked into a corner she probably would have tried to move away. He was actually scaring her a little bit and she didn’t like that. She knew he meant well or at least hoped he meant well, but his words were just so violent. She didn’t even want to respond to the question. Nothing she said would end well. She would either have to lie and possibly get someone else in trouble, tell the truth, which would end with her getting in trouble, or be vague and probably still get in trouble with Vanden. She scribbled a little something on a corner of the paper and tore it out before handing it to him.

I’m fine. Please just go have fun.

She put the notebook down and threw the pen back in her bag. Hopefully this would deter him from asking anything else because she really didn’t want to answer. She curled up as much as she could on the thin little bleacher and turned away from him as much as she could. It was definitely not comfortable, but the only other thing she could do was leave, which would only make things worse.

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Samantha enjoyed the rest of the time she spent with Tallulah. It had started to get pretty cold pretty quickly, but hoped at the very least some good shots came out of it. When they parted ways, Sam quickly scooped up the ball and ran home, thankful when she was finally inside the warmth of her house. She immediately pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. Hey Tallulah, this is Sam. I had a lot of fun taking the pictures. We should definitely get together some time soon. I would love to see how the pictures turned out!

The rest of the day and going into Monday were quite boring. Regular classes with boring subjects that held no interest for her. But, when she found out about the parent teacher meeting and subsequently the flag tag game for the students. She was absolutely pumped. She hadn’t really gotten to meet a lot of the kids there and always looked for any kind of game. Convincing her mother to go was another matter altogether, though.


“I don’t know Sammy. You know I have so much to do and…” Samantha let out a dramatic sigh and flopped down on her mother’s bed as Avery paced the room. “Mom, this is the perfect time to go. You haven’t done anything but work since we got here. You need to take some kind of break. Plus, maybe you’ll make some new friends here.” Avery shot her daughter a glare, which only made the girl smile. “Please mom, pleeeaaaase.” She put on the puppy dog eyes as she looked at her mother. Avery crossed her arms and turned away, huffing as she tapped her foot against the carpeted floor.

“Don’t you dare Samantha Gean. You can’t keep doing that.” But even though, a soft smile curled her lips up. Samantha sat up on the bed and scooted to the edge before slipping off and walking over to her mom. “Come on, you might even meet some cute single dads.” Samantha was joking, face lit up with a smile, but her mother stiffened. “Don’t you dare… How could you even?..” Samantha cut off her mother with a tight hug. “Dad would want you to be happy. I do too. Please mom.” Avery hugged her daughter back, finally relenting, although not happy about it.

When the end of Tuesday finally came, Sam couldn’t be more excited. She had taken the time to wash her outfit from Sunday and tied her still white and blue hair into a ponytail. She blathered onto her mom the entire car ride about how the girls were going to kick ass in the game. She couldn’t wait to see who all showed up. When they finally got to the gym, Samantha gave one last hug to her mom before opening up the doors. Immediately she saw they had already separated, a couple boys in thee center and a slightly larger group of girls standing on one end of the gym. She immediately went over to the bin with all the jerseys and flags and quickly pulled a yellow jersey over her head before tying on the flags.

A bright smile lit up her face as she jogged over to the girls. “Well hello ladies. I hope you’re all ready to kick some ass! There’s no way we’re going to let a few boys take us down, right?” She was probably a little too excited mixed with a little bit of nervous. But, she was indeed so excited. Excited enough that she spoke the last part loud enough for the boys to hear, the smile on her face turning into a confident smirk as she shot them a glance. “I’m Samantha by the way. Sam for short.” She turned back to the girls and held her hand out for each of them before pointing at the girl who was already stretching and immediately followed suit. “Good idea.”

Meanwhile, Avery nervously made her way to the room with all the parents. Already she was feeling nervous, which was silly considering her age. She mostly just felt out of place. Samantha had insisted on dressing her up for the meeting, even though she was sure it was casual. They argued relentlessly for what seemed like hours, before they were both begrudgingly satisfied with an outfit.

When she got to the room, she peered in to see that there were several parents already standing around, mostly a larger group of ladies. She was surprised to see very few men around, though she supposed that’s usually how it was. Mothers often took a much greater interest in PTA things than the father’s did. A twinge of pain ran through her and she automatically put on a smile before walking into the room.

She wasn’t one to make a lot of introductions, so she mostly stayed on the edge of the room, waiting for the meeting to start.

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[Direct Timing]

Vanden could tell by Ana's body language that she was closing herself off to him, which is exactly what Vanden didn't want. Really all he wanted to do was hold Anabelle and protect her from whoever was hitting her. He knew the signs, hell, he had them too, though most of the time they couldn't be seen unless Vanden was changing. But Vanden could see Anabelle's marks quite clearly on her face and even her neck. And he worried about the ones he couldn't see, the ones hidden under her clothes. He took the note that was handed to him and read it. With a small frown he pulled out it his own pen from his jacket pocket and wrote a note of his own on the back and folded it in half handing it back to her.

"I'll see you later Anabelle." Vanden said in a softer tone. He stood up and reached for Anabelle's shoulder with his hand but then stopped just short of touching her. He withdrew his hand and crossed behind her as he headed to the steps. He went down to the first row of bleachers and sat at an empty spot content to just hang out there while other students played games and did whatever. It didn't matter. Vanden had it in his mind to figure out who was hitting Anabelle. Maybe he would follow her around after school, follow her home. Vanden leaned back resting his arms on the bleacher behind him. He knew Anabelle would read the note after he left. It was a simple, but sincere message: I'm sorry.


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Tatum didn't mind making a team with another group of people, they seemed like two strong individuals for the bloodbath that was about to happen. She nodded her head, "Yeah we can be a team. A trifecta that'll take down the males. The blonde squad." She joked a little. She wasn't sure what sense of humor the two girls had but she hoped it was one that would hopefully lead to some kind of friendship. She didn't have too many friends at Westbrook at least not many that seemed as peppy as the two in front of her. She took out her hair tie and redid her hair so she was ready for the competition that was about to happen. That was when a new girl popped up that she hadn't seen before and it looked like she had another opportunity to be social and make another friend. She gave the girl a smile, "Tatum, you can call me Tay if you want. I respond to most names." She really was trying to make this year at Westbrook count for something.

She wasn't good at starting conversations with others but once she figured them out it was easier for her, "So I don't know how we are going to take the guys down, but I'm not about to let them win. They needed to be reminded that we are better than them." She loved having a chance to be competitive and Sam, Ash and Grace seemed like the three other females that would keep up with her competitiveness.

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Bruce was already bored of sitting at this meeting, his wife had been the one to drag him. He knew it was for the well being of his daughter he just wondered why both of them had to be at the meeting. He looked over to his wife as she was rummaging through her purse and he placed his hand over hers. He could tell his wife was stressed and of course all the violence that had been taking place at Westbrook had caused the stress. He gave her hand a small squeeze, "Everything will be fine. Look at how many parents are here. Plus you know our daughter, she isn't a bully." His wife had given him an annoyed look because he knew it wasn't about Tatum it was that the principle had been letting the violence occur in the first place and had been doing nothing about it. He just hoped this meeting would be over soon because the room was getting packed with parents. The murmuring and chatter was increasing in sound as parents waited for the principle to arrive.

 

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Raven

Raven was more than sorry to hear about June's mother. She could only imagine what that felt like and her heart almost broke at the sudden realization she would have to soon. The whole Georgia thing put a spin on her brain. Look, from the moment she met her, she knew she was a psycho. Which only proved to be true that night at the bridge. Georgia was a crazy bitch who's plan was to get back at June for petty drama.

Okay, maybe her girlfriend's death wasn't petty drama. But really? Trying to murder someone for it? Please. Raven hesitated as she watched Mason storm off. "Uh. Yeah, I'll leave a key under the mat." Giving a small wave to Ari as she returned her attention to June. As much as she didn't want to admit it. She still cared about her, it was hard to not give a shit about someone you used to have feelings for. "I'm sorry about your mom. And... everything that's happening with Georgia, though, not sure If I believe it. I am sorry."

She stood up with a sigh, grabbing her bag and coffee. "Let me know if you need help with anything." Raven smiled weakly, maybe it was out of pity, maybe it was because she still didn't like seeing her suffer. But it wasn't a lie, if she could help. She will. But Raven had bigger issues to think about other than drama surrounding her ex. Following that very awkward and sad conversation, she went back to the hospital for a few more hours before going home to Mason and Ari.

They'd basically moved in after his mother kicked them out, and Raven wasn't going to let him sleep at a shelter or whatever. So, why not? And... it was a plus not having to sleep being reminded about that fact she was completely and utterly alone.

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Most of the parents today was going to the PTA meeting. It was safe to say her mother was probably shoving some syringe up her arm in a dark alleyway at the moment instead of attempting to have a civil conversation not about drugs or alcohol with any of the 'perfect' parents here at WestBrook. Maybe... that was a bit of exaggeration. But she could care less about her mother right now.

Raven would rather be at the hospital instead of playing some dumb game with the kids at her school. There was hardly anyone here she could tolerate right now. Her gaze fell on Ash and Raven leaned further onto the steps and more into her seat. She hasn't talked to her since the whole... kiss thing and then she posted it online and made more drama. Though did it really? Ash wasn't all that wrong. Alaska and Ryder left them. It wasn't their concern to think of their feelings when they didn't even consider their own.

A small sigh escaped her as she fiddled with one of the flags attached to her jersey. These things were ugly.

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Kate

Kate rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, putting up a mask of a self-confident smirk. She wasn't going to ever admit it or show that Elise's words actually hit somewhere vulnerable. She wasn't going to blame David for leaving her, it was about his family. He wanted to stay with his daughter. What more could she say to keep him to stay? Kate could've thrown in something about her husband, because, let's be honest? It wasn't a big secret between the adults that Kate and Steve had something going on.

Hell, she never told Grace, and Kate was more than sure Steve had never told Ash and Jace that they had history together. That was none of their business and it was between adults. Kids had no say in their relationships. Not to mention in high school they were crowned prom king and queen, but... she isn't going to throw that in Elise's face. Though... it was kind of a satisfying night.

And... Kate isn't going to even begin to think about Jonathan. Jonathan Jackson was a whole mess, and she didn't want to get into it.

"Well, on that note. It was a real pleasure to see you again Elise." She walked away without another word, ignoring the rest of the parents crowding the over-bearing, total bitch of a woman.

Without paying attention she bumped straight into someone. "You should watch where--" Her words fell away when she noticed him. Was he a new parent?

"I'm sorry, I don't think I've seen you around?"

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[Winona]

Mason


Of course the meeting was about Stu. For it to be about anyone else, they'd need to end up in the hospital monthly. Mason thought that this was just common knowledge -- that out of all the parents in Westbrook, Stu's was the only one that gave a damn.

"Your mom is here?" Mason echoed, looking at Noah with an amused expression. It was no secret to him that Noah's mom liked Mason. Perhaps a little... too much sometimes. But coming from the household he did, and with generally suspicious parents of his other friends, Mason was more than happy to see Lydia. What? He liked having an adult that thought he was nice.

"My mom's here, too." He admitted, his tone reflecting how worried he was about his mother being here. She was... well, an embarrassment to Mason. But he'd wanted her to come, especially since Mason had been the one to take Stu to the hospital. It seemed fitting.

At least he had this game to distract him. There was no way that they were going to let the girls beat them. Mason looked over at the other side and-- oh... There was a gang of blondes, and a couple of them were stretching.

Fuck.

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[Dede]

Neck Tie

Noah attacked the KitKat like a starved dog. That guy seemed to enjoy chocolate as much as Neck Tie did. In fact, the younger boy felt his mouth watering just watching Noah devour his snack, so much so that he was beset by an urge to take a KitKat from the basket for himself.

But that would be betraying the great power that he was been entrusted with. As an old man in a superhero movie once said, with great power comes great responsibility. Yes, yes, responsibility. It was to his pride and honour as Westbrook wolf that he’d pledged never to take a KitKat for himself, while other poor children in the room still starved. He didn't gain his reputation as a foodbank by pilfering from the common treasury of KitKats!

Of course. . . that didn’t disqualify him from eating the rest of the KitKats once everyone else had been fed, right?

Neck Tie worked away at the itch round the bandage on his right cheek. He noted the uneasiness in Mason’s expression when he mentioned that his mother was here. Mason had warned him about his mother when they visited his place to craft that pie costume. And he'd painted in Neck Tie’s mind the image of an old witch who ate children’s livers for breakfast and rode on a broomstick by night. He hadn’t forgotten it, and Neck Tie was readily sympathising with anyone who had mother issues.

He observed Mason for a bit, trying to see if he was feeling alright, and then deciding that the guy was fine.

‘Anyway, I better get back inside the oven,’ he said, and donned his Wolf-head again. There was much work to be done. The girly half of the gym still awaited his heavenly gift of chocolate.

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[mogy]

Noah

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“Yup she’s here.” Noah muttered the answer to Mason’s question, almost choking on the last bite of the KitKat which stopped him from mentioning how both, Mason and Lydia, seem to like each other. It was after that that Mason had informed Noah and Stu that his mother was there as well.

Yeesh.

She wasn’t exactly mother of the year, but she wasn’t the worst mother ever. It made Noah sad when Mason would feel down, because Mason doesn’t usually look sad, or at least tries to hide when he does, and seem like a happy person whenever he can.

Now that he was thinking about it, Noah almost regretted being unsatisfied with his own mother, but he soon came to his senses, and remembered that he had every right to be unsatisfied with her. Yeah sure, Noah’s mom was a far better mom than Mason’s mom was, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t annoying as shit. God how many times did that woman wake Noah up from a nap, just so she could tell him that she was going for a jog or doing something else that fitted into the category ‘Noah doesn’t need to know this’? Or how many times did that woman barge into Noah’s room, without knocking or anything, and then left moments after? It still, to this day, wasn’t clear to Noah why she did that, and to be honest, Noah didn’t want to find out.

His train of thought was interrupted by Stu saying bye to the guys and putting his Wolf-head back on. Noah said goodbye to Stu before looking back at Mason, whose jaw dropped as he looked at the girls team.

It astounded Noah how quickly that guy could change moods in such a short period of time. He probably had ADHD or something like that, which is the only explanation for such Mason-like behavior.

“Thank God I’m gay.” He said, disgustingly looking at Mason, who was so close to drooling on the gym floor while looking at the girl’s team.

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[PenguinFox]

Tallulah and Sean casually walked into the gym after saying goodbye to their father and split off in different directions. It seemed not everyone was participating in this game so Sean figured it was okay to let his sister sit on the sidelines. She could be social with someone not participating. Sean however very much was going to play this game. It had been too long since he'd played an intense sport or game like this. While he was under the thumb of his mother he didn't really get a say in what he could do, and running around playing a game was not something that woman thought to be productive for 'Sean's career'.

The Woods boy donned his jersey and flags before looking around the gym to see if he could recognize any friends. He had been gone for half a year and while that's not too much time for someone to change it was still possible. He then spotted a group of blondes, two of which brought a bright smile to his face. He made his way over to converse with the enemy. "Well if it isn't the blonde squad." His eyes drifted between each one. "Good to see you Ash, and you-" Sean looked Grace up and down. "Look at you Bean. No longer a small freshman. I'll probably have to think of a new nickname for you now. Good to see you haven't been eaten alive by Westbrook." he then shifted his gaze to the two he didn't recognize, a friendly smile resting on his face. "I'm Sean. Nice to meet you. Ready to lose?" Soap Gomenesigh Winona Elf_Ruler

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Mr Woods had been standing there, trying quite hard to not be involved in any petty drama, when a woman bumped into him. She then had the nerve to blame him even though he was just standing there, or at least she was about to blame him. Marty uncrossed his arms and held his hand out to shake. "Me name's Martin Woods. Most people call me Marty, I'd prefer it if you did too." he looked around at the room full of parents before continuing. "I don't typically come to these things but this one seemed a little more important, and me kids' mother wasn't going to come so here I am." He wondered how much he should say about his kids. Is that what you did when you met people at these things? Tell them which kid is yours? Would this woman even know, or care who his kids were? "I own and operate Marty's Auto-body so if you've ever had work done there that's where I'd be." Soap

Once inside the gym Tallulah split off from her brother and made her way to the bleachers, careful to not let anyone knock into her messenger bag on her hip. She wasn't particularly interested in the game but she was interested in watching. Some people liked to go hard at these silly things and that was always entertaining to watch. As she sat down in the front row her eyes were immediately drawn to the wolf mascot prancing about handing out candy. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight. She pulled out her Polaroid camera from her bag and snapped a quick shot of the scene before her. Lulu's eyes then scanned over the rest of the gym, landing on a head of white hair. She would have to remember when she got home to send the pictures over to Sam. She had spent most of her Saturday night pouring over the pictures she had taken of the girl picking out the best ones and making tiny crop edits to others. Tallulah almost wanted to go over and say hi but she didn't want people to think she was playing this game so she remained where she was Mention: Dede Gomenesigh

 

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Grace

Grace smiled. "Well, It's... nice to meet you, Sam." playfully rolling her eyes at Tatum jokes and Sam's overly energetic energy, they seemed sweet. And the blonde wouldn't turn down new friends anytime soon. But... the way it seems, this school had way more blondes than she originally remembered and maybe they were worth knowing. She casted a smile at the two girls and shrugged at Tatum's competitiveness. Grace hated losing. Who didn't? But she made it a priority to not let that show. "Don't think too hard about it. Just use your feminine wiles to distract them." Chuckling at her own joke mind you.

"Trust me, it works." Not that Grace knew anything at all about boys. But it wasn't too difficult for them to agree that girls were a huge distraction. Her attention snapped to an old friend and her smile widened instantly, with a roll of her eyes at the nickname and a small blush that appeared onto her face at the mention of younger her, who was completely and utterly clueless. Popularity wasn't something Grace just picked up out of the blue.

She had a mentor to show her the ropes. "Don't say such words yet, it's still early." Grace doesn't really think anything has changed since her freshman year. Besides the whole coming out thing... she was still the same Grace. Okay, maybe a bit taller and a few other qualities... but that's besides the point. "It's nice to see you, Sean." She highly doubted he could teach her anything else about the horrid 'status quo.' She was probably the one who had a few tips here and there this time.

She scoffed at his words. "Yeah, yeah. They're thrilled to meet you. But we both know we're not gonna be the ones who's losing." She put her hands up in defense, deciding to take an idea from one of the other girls and started to stretch, bending over to touch the tips of her shoes, simple stretches. Hell, she could probably do a whole cartwheel and call it 'stretching.' Just one of the perks of being a cheerleader, and well, gymnastics but that'd probably be showing off just a bit.

Once she was satisfied enough, Grace sat up straight and her eyes widened at a certain mascot face-to-face with her.

"Oh! Uh. Hi."

So, maybe the WestBrook wolf startled her in the slightest.

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Kate

Kate nodded. So yes, he was indeed new. His accent was interesting too. Irish? There wasn't many people that weren't American here in WestBrook. However, would she really know? Kate wasn't one to making friends all too often. Some people would say she wasn't very friendly, but that wasn't the case. Look, don't poke the bear and the bear won't rip your head off and all that. Raising a surprised brow and shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you... Marty." She liked Martin a bit more, but she wasn't going to go by what she preferred. She hardly knew this man.

"Kate Jackson."

It took her a few moments to place whatever auto-shop he was talking about and nothing came to mind. She shook her head with a small shrug until sudden realization came to her face, she passed by once or twice on her way to work. "Oh! Yes, I do actually. It's on my way to my firm." She grinned before continuing about her own work. Kate was a workaholic. That was no secret.

"I'm a lawyer, a criminal defense one at that. So... if you ever had a felony, that's where I'd be." She teased.



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Vanden sat there watching the others and then saw that the guys and girls were forming teams. He looked around to see if others were going to join in. People were slow to show up on one side or the other. Vanden eyed the other 'guys'. Jesus. There going to get smashed. Vanden pushed himself off of the bleachers and took off his jacket laying it gently on the bleacher where he was sitting. Of course he already had his jersey on, showing off the school pride. He got a couple of flags and tucked them into his jeans. Vanden stretched his arms as he walked up to the guys, whom he really didn't know. "Sup guys, looks like you are going to need some more firepower." Vanden said with a smile. He made his way to a spot where he thought he might be useful. He already knew the drill with this game, flag tag, and he wasn't going to pull any punches just because they were playing against girls. He had heard a blond girl talking shit already, in fact, wasn't she new? Whatever. I'm going to crush anyone who gets in my way.

Vanden stretched out his legs while the other boys stood there. "You two better stretch out those ten year old girl arms if you want to win." Vanden said teasing. He wasn't being to serious, but his competitive nature was stirring up and he was actually feeling determined to win. Might as well have fun, its going to be a while before the parents meeting is over. Vanden turned as he stretched and he couldn't help but look for Anabelle. And when he saw her his heart sank. She was staring down at the floor, holding herself. "Fuck." Vanden said under his breath. He knew that this was his fault and he stopped stretching as he stared at her for a moment.

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Raven

Raven was getting bored. When was this dumb thing supposed to start anyway? Unlike most of the guys, or well, girls. Surprisingly, she didn't really feel like ogling any of them right now. Though her gaze kept falling on Ash. Were they still friends? Did that whole kiss mess things up between them? Oh god, what if she thought she liked her. Raven and girls didn't have the best track record.

Unrequited feelings, leaving to a whole different state, dying.

Okay, she's being a bit dramatic. No girls she ever dated has died on her, yet anyway.

Raven worked on fixing this jersey to make it seem more... her. With a few moments she settled on making a little knot in the back. It's a jersey, doesn't mean she couldn't make it into a crop top. Right? What's wrong with showing a little skin here and there? The brunette pulled a book out of her bag and flipped to whatever page she'd been on for countless weeks now. It was a bit hectic to attempt to read while everything was going on. A small giggled had caught her attention and Raven looked up to see a certain redhead.

Why was it always redheads with her?

Surprisingly, a bright smile appeared on her face to see her favorite weirdo. Maybe she was the reason Raven had decided to pick up a polaroid for herself?

"And here, I thought you left me for good." She rose a curious eyebrow towards her, plopping her book down to rest her hands on both sides of the bleachers, leaning further into it.

"Or did you come back just for me?"

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[Winona]

Ash


She liked all these girls and their killer attitudes. "You're right. We're gonna destroy." Ash said with a grin to Sam and Tatum. "I'm Ash." She said, with a quick introduction, before she got back to her stretches. Things she mainly had done in cheerleading.

But wow, it seemd like Ash and Grace had everyone gravitating towards them. Normally she was used to this -- Ash was popular, after all. She went to parties and was surrounded by people that she barely knew all the time, but for some reason, being in loud crowds lately had left her feeling a little down here and there. Was it just her, or was it hot in here? And wow, wasn't it about time to start drinking?

Her phone buzzed once again, and she sighed in relief at the distraction. She pulled her phone out, opening Tinder and replying as Sean came over. Ash was still typing as she glanced towards him, rolling her eyes at his sass. Okay, no. She slipped her phone back in her pocket.

"Grace is right," she said. "You boys are going down. We actually have a plan." Okay, so far their plans involved "feminine wiles" and the blondes taking on all the boys in a fury of... power or something. But it was probably more than the guys had going for them. And don't think she hadn't been keeping an eye on the guys. They were as good as done, as far as she was concerned.

"It's cute that you think you have a chance, though..." Ash trailed off, taking a couple steps closer to Sean. She lightly bit her bottom lip, looking him up and down for a moment before her gaze settled on his face. Alright, Sean had gotten a bit more attractive since last year, but whatever. "Blue looks really good on you." She said, reaching forward and adjusting his jersey from its slightly lopsided position, before her fingers brushed against his arm. By accident, of course.

"Oh, come here." She gestured for him to lean down a bit, and Ash rose onto the balls of her feet so that she could reach up and fix a strand of hair that had obviously been out of place. "I'm gonna feel really bad... when I destroy you." She said, throwing an innocent smile onto her face.

And then Ash dropped back to her feet and stepped away, turning towards Grace. "I'm going to scope out the rest of the competition before the game." Although Grace probably didn't hear her because there was the Westbrook Wolf. Ash rolled her eyes, glancing at Tatum and Sam. "Get ready, although..." She glanced over her shoulder at Sean, and a smirk crossed her face. "I don't think we'll have any trouble."

Ash then started her way across the gym, stretching her arms as she walked, her gaze focused on the guys. Mason, Noah, Vanden. Mason would be easy -- he thought with his lower head. Noah was gay, so that sucked. But Vanden... well, he was the wild card. And Ash didn't like that.

She kept stretching as she got closer, and noticed out of the corner of her eye how easily distracted Mason was. What? It wasn't like Ash knew that the way she was stretching made her, say, boobs pop out or anything. It wasn't like she was using her body to her advantage in this game.

"Hey, Vanden." Ash said with a sweet smile, stepping closer to home as she spoke. Hey fingers gently brushed against his arm to catch his attention and yeah, she was trying to keep up a flirtatious smile. What? Ash had had so many losses, she was determined to have at least one win.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum continued to stretch as everyone talked. She was glad to have the moment to be silent and listen to everyone around. Her eyes looked at the competition. One male she recognized from the ski trip, his name blanked from her memory but she recognized him. She was surprised to see him join in on the festivities of flag tag, she just didn't think he looked like the type. The other two males, she wasn't sure who they were but one looked very distracted by just staring at all of them. Easy target. Now it was just trying to figure out how to use her 'feminine wiles' on the others. Not that she really had to try that hard. The male that walked up she had no idea who he was, "Tatum, and don't be too cocky pretty boy" she said back to him, but she knew in this group of people she really knew no one.

As she continued to stretch she looked towards Grace and saw the Westbrook wolf, Did the wolf not know about personal space? He was clearly in Grace's bubble but she was handling it well. No words were coming from Tatum, she couldn't think of much to say. That was until she saw Ash going to scope out the competition. It was going to be interesting but Ash seemed to know everyone. Guess that happens when you're a popular blonde, people flock to you especially the males. Males are all to predictable when it comes to females and what seems to attract them.

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[Direct Timing]

Vanden heard a girl say his name and he was confused for a moment. He didn't really know a lot of girls so he turned his gaze away from Anabelle to look and see who it was. Ash. Vanden didn't move his arm as her soft fingers touched him. He looked a little surprised for a moment. He hadn't seen her since that day in the school hallway when he had taken her bottle of Vodka. "Look at what the cat dragged in..." Vanden said in a snarky tone. "Still drinking your life away?" He asked starting to stretch again. His eyes went else where while he talked but he would listen to her. It's not that he didn't like Ash, but he felt kinda of let down she quit the cheer leaders. Not that it was really his business, but she had been on the cheer leading team for several years, just like Vanden had been on the football team for several years. And now, he some how felt like he hadn't done enough to keep her on the team. They were sort of this sports family, they were supposed to look out for each other right? What was Ash into now? Heavy drinking? Drugs? And what had Vanden done to keep her out of it all? Nothing.

It seemed like everyone had just let her slip through the cracks and now it was like she was on the outside and that's how it was if you weren't in sports. On the outside. He glanced back at Ash for a moment. She still looked pretty, like she always did and Vanden couldn't help but see her as she was before, and not how she was now. Vanden finished stretching and faced Ash. "So what's up Ash?" Vanden asked directly.

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Mentions: Gomenesigh

 

[Gomenesigh]

Samantha Gilly

mentions: Ash, Mason Winona Noah mogy

Sam bounced up and down on her feet as the other girls introduced themselves. A bright smile lit up her face as she tried to remember all their names. She would probably forget, but she was going to at least do her best to remember. The group slowly got bigger and even one of the guys came over. Ready to lose? Sam couldn’t help but laugh. She hadn’t gotten a great look at the guys, but the girlies over here seemed really determined and she had confidence in their abilities. “You guys aren’t even ready for what’s about to happen.”

When Ash approached Sean, she couldn’t help but take a step back and admire the situation. She really looked like a pro. Sam was half tempted to join her, really see if she could get the boy flustered, but it was just as good to stand there and watch a master at work. Her eyes glanced over that the other boys. Two of them seemed completely oblivious to the group of girls, but one of them couldn’t peel his eyes away.

“Girl, you are toooo good.” The words were a whisper on her lips as Ash took a step back, her eyes swiveling back to the group before her. She watched as Ash started to make her way across the gym and her smile turned into a smirk. Oh, this was going to be fun. She pulled her hair our of her ponytail as she followed Ash, a hand running through her hair to make it look a little messy.

She walked normally, but the smirk on her face fell to a soft smile as she approached the other two boys. Her gaze was directed act one of them in particular, the one who had been ogling them. “Hey guys. I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Samantha.” Her smile lit up as she ran a quick hand through her white and blue hair. “You know, I’ve never played this ‘flag-tag thing before and I don’t want to get hurt or anything…” Her smile turned into a soft little pout and her hands moved to press into the small of her back, elbows out to her side in what was probably a very interesting pose from both the front and the back. Her head tilted down ever so slightly, so her blue eyes half peered through her hair. “Do you think one of you guys could help me stretch?”

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[mogy]

Noah

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Noah didn’t even notice that Vanden had joined them, them being Mason and himself, until he started speaking. It was surprising to talk with Vanden, or to hear his voice at least, since Noah and Vanden never really spoke to each other. Yeah sure, Noah knew who Vanden was, and Vanden probably knew who Noah was, but that was just because the two hung out in the same social circles.

Noah was glad that Vanden decided to join the game, knowing that the dumbass standing next to him wouldn’t be of any use if those girls decided to show, well, anything. For Christ’s sake, he was already drooling over the girls just stretching.

As he looked over to Vanden, Noah noticed that he was stretching, and that he tried to tease Mason and Noah. That didn’t work on Noah, however, it was a good idea to stretch for a little bit, to get the blood pumping. He sat down onto the gym floor and started to stretch like he normally would before his morning run, or before his track meets.

While he stretched, Noah noticed Vanden looking at the mystery girl that seemed familiar to Noah for some reason, so he decided to ask Vanden about it. Before he could say anything, however, Ash joined the guys, probably trying to scope out the competition or maybe intimidate the boys. Her alluringness wasn’t going to work on Noah. Yes, Noah was gay, but he wasn’t blind. It was obvious that Ash was a gorgeous young girl, but she wasn’t so gorgeous that she could make a gay guy go straight.

“Woah, easy there.” Noah said, still sitting on the floor, looking at Vanden and Ash. He didn’t know what happened between the two, but it was obvious that Ash needed some help when it came to the matter of alcoholism, and it didn’t seem right to Noah that Vanden called her out on it. Maybe it was a joke, but even if it was, it seemed mean to Noah, so he decided to interrupt a little bit.

When the other girl, the one that followed Ash, asked if one of the guys could help her stretch, Noah almost choked on his spit. He was very surprised by that question, mostly because that was something he would expect from Ash, not the other girl.

“Yup, this mister right here loves to help girls stretch.” Noah said, looking at Mason, having a big smile across his face. Annoying Mason was very fun.

Interactions: Direct Timing (Vanden), Gomenesigh (Sam)
Mentions: Winona (Ash, Mason), Gomenesigh (Ana)​

 

[Winona]

Elise


She was more than glad when Kate took off, and even happier when Martin approached. Finally, maybe they could get this boring meeting underway so that Elise could head back to the university. Honestly at this point, Elise was spending more time surrounded by Stu and his nitwit friends than she was her own students.

"This is Martin, my boyfriend." Elise explained to Lydia with probably the coldest expression that she could manage on her face. Very much a back off, bitch type of facial expression.

"Dear, is it time for us to start this meeting yet?" She asked, turning towards Martin with a warm smile as she spoke. Elise just wanted to get this all over with and with Martin here, maybe they finally could.

Dede mogy

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Beau


She was ready to explore this school, albeit she was more ready to try and get away from Tom. Honestly, he had to be the most annoying, most obnoxious brother ever. Honestly, he was probably adopted. That would explain why he didn't fit in with Beau and their mother whatsoever, and instead always sat there looking mightier than everyone.

"Tom, I bet you can't wait to find Stu." She said with a little snort of laughter. Beau wondered if Stu had brought that adorable little Furby to school with him. Otherwise, it would simply mean he hadn't liked their gift.

Beau hopped away from her brother when their mother started to talk. She pressed her face up against the glass door to peer into the classroom. "Oh wow, this is way better than our school."

Plus, they had American coffee and American boys with cute accents.

Dede​

 

[Winona]

Mason


Did Noah want them to lose?

He first looked at Noah, rather bewildered, and gave a minute little shake of his head before he looked back at the pretty blonde, a stupid grin crossing his face as he did. Fuck, Mason had always been a sucker for blondes, despite what his dating history of solely redheads might suggest. Then again, Mason was a sucker for any girl.

His gaze trailed down to her chest for a moment, then back up to her eyes. Ah, fuck. Girls sucked. Mason tried to look anywhere else in the gym, and his amber eyes fell on Raven where she was talking to some shy looking... redhead. Fucking redheads. Either way, seeing her at least helped his resolve a little bit. Mason couldn't mess up this game by being distracted by all of these girls, because they were just that. Just girls. None of them were, well, Raven.

So he looked back at Sam with a casual shrug. "I'm Mason, and don't worry about getting hurt." He said, a little smirk coming onto his face. "I know how to be gentle." Mason winked at her, taking a step closer. "Alright, how do you want me to help you stretch?" His thoughts were just Raven, Raven, Raven. No time to get seduced by cute blondes.

But god, it was so easy. And he hadn't been laid in so long.

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Mentions: Soap
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Ash

This was not the response she was expecting in the least bit. Ash was quick to lean back, crossing her arms over her chest with an annoyed expression. Alright, she made a mental note to cross Vanden off the flirt list and throw him on the brutal murder list alongside Noah. Even if, well, Noah was being kind of nice.

"Thank you, Noah." She said, looking down at him for a moment before turning back to Vanden. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking, dickhead." She snapped. All of the previous bravado that she'd had with Sean, and then coming over her had vanished. Hell, Ash wanted a drink so badly but instead she was here, in some childish game.

"I'll see you all when the game starts." Which would be in just a couple minutes, but surely that gave Ash enough time to go and take a breather away from all of these pompous jerks.

Ash was quick to leave the boys, and head back across the gym, brushing past anyone that got in her way. She was on a mission. A mission to get out of this gym, to get outside. And it didn't take long before she was pushing open the doors and stepping out into the cold Maine snow, and breathing in the fresh air.

mogy Direct Timing​

 

[mogy]

Lydia

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The look Elise gave Lydia while informing her that Martin was her boyfriend was far too familiar to Lydia. She used to get it so many times in high school she still had traumas, and maybe she deserved that, but this was really just unnecessary. All of them were adults, and all of them could just be professional about this whole thing.

Jeez, don’t be such a bitch. We can share.

Lydia thought to herself, almost laughing out loud to her own thought, but keeping it in. This was most certainly the bitchy Elise, and Lydia wasn’t going to back down now, no. She saw that this bothered Elise, so her goal for this meeting was to annoy the shit out of the redhaired bitch. Yes, participating in the meeting like a responsible parent was also a goal, but this was a tad bit more important.

“I see you have a good taste.” Lydia commented with a pretty smile on her face. She was good at a lot of things, but annoying people and flirting were definitely her specialties. That was how she got her husband to marry her, after all.

Interactions: Winona (Elise)
Mentions: Dede (Martin)​

 

[Dede]

Martin

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That handshake was a little too firm for Martin’s liking, but polite society dictated that he just smiled and let it pass. He appreciated that Lydia had taken the time off her day to attend the meeting. Parents like her were a rare species in Westbrook. The hour was due for them to band together to resist the tyranny that was Principal Nona.

He glanced at his watch, then at Elise, clasping his hands together in a readying action. ‘I suppose we should start. . . if everybody’s ready. We’re already a few minutes late.’

Principal Nona wasn’t there yet, though. That showed how much she cared for the parents and the students of her school. As he looked around for a seat, the small woman finally decided to show up. He watched her enter through the door, deciding to let her have the first words. He had to be patient. Depending on how the next few minutes went, this could potentially go down as the defining moment in the history of Westbrook High.

Tom

Oh my god, could someone please get him out of this stupid family? Please?

How did this happen, anyway? His dad was an intelligent, well-respected man in academic circles with a fine sense of tradition and decorum. He was the one who got him wearing bowties, and taught him the values of manners and etiquette. When did it all go so horribly wrong?

Why did Dad have to get cancer? If only he was still around, Tom's life would still be… somewhat civilised, and Bow Bow would never get away with wearing whatever the heck she was wearing right now.

The boy didn’t know where to hide his face as he slowly trailed after Bow Bow and his mother down the Westbrook hallway. Yes, as a matter of fact he’d very much like to find Stu. Stu was his best childhood friend and the two had a lot of catching up to do. However, he wasn’t going anywhere near Stu while his obnoxious sister was still at his side. It was just too embarrassing to go anywhere with Bow Bow. He wished there was a paper bag lying around that he could cover his own head with, or even better, Bow Bow's.

‘Of course you’d love it here, Bow Bow,’ he said, adjusting his bowtie. ‘Actually, I think you should just move here.’

Woe betide the male population of Westbrook, but wouldn’t it be nice if Mum would just sent Bow Bow to school here or something. And then maybe the two of them could stay in Maine together while Tom swam across the pond back to Sheep Street. They wouldn’t have to worry about him. Sure he’d be like an orphan, but so was Oliver Twist and it still worked out well for that boy in the end.

Westbrook Wolf

‘HELLO HOOMAN!’ said the Westbrook Wolf with a little hop. He waved the Kit Kat in front of Grace’s face. ‘Did you know? A Kit Kat a day keeps the doctor away!’

He did a small spin before sticking the Kit Kat in Grace’s hand. OK this was awkward. But Neck Tie was born awkward.

Having proved himself acrobatically worthy in front of Grace, Neck Tie composed himself, stood still and then smiled charmingly at the girl of his dreams. Oh wait, she can’t see it. Which was not necessarily a bad thing. The rest of his face was a mess and she probably didn’t need to see that.

Anyway, why did girls always have to stretch so much? Ash was doing the same just earlier, and in a much more revealing fashion at that! But he shouldn’t gawk at Ash. No, no, no. Ash was his sister from the future. Gawking at your own sister stretching was a big no no.

‘I prolly shouldn’t take sides,’ he said, ‘but I reckon you’ll win!’ And he wasn’t just saying that to please the girls either. (Well he was.) But the game hadn’t even started, and the other team looked awfully disorganised, they were already getting out-stretched by the girls!

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[Gomenesigh]

Samantha Gilly

mentions: Winona

While she was never one to really do things like this, flirt and the like, it was always exciting when she did. It gave her a rush similar to when she played sports, knowing that she could do something as simple as bend her back or shake her hips and have someone in her thrall.


It seemed to be working, at least at first. She saw when his eyes drifted, but still was making a small attempt to maintain eye contact. Oh, he wanted to look. But, in a manner of seconds he seemed compose, at least to a degree. She didn't think it would be too difficult to break that composure again. “It’s nice to meet you Mason.” She took a step forward even as he did. She had to tilt her head up to keep eye contact with him. “Well, I plan to test that gentle theory, don’t I?”


She smiled up at him before turning her back to him. They were standing close enough that the tips of her hair lightly brushing against his chest as she turned. She craned her head back, her back arching ever so slightly so she could look up at him. “I never manage to stretch my back out all the way. Maybe you could help with that? Just pressing a little bit on it would feel amazing.” She pulled herself back up and took half a step forward so she could bend down without completely rubbing against him, her fingers stretching to the floor.

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[Direct Timing]

Vanden glanced down at the kid sitting on the floor and gave him an annoyed look. He turned his attention back to Ash with a frown as he saw her closing herself off to him. When she stormed off Vanden called to her. "Ash...wait..." Vanden said putting his hands on his hips watching her leave. Dammit, can't you keep your big mouth shut? Vanden scolded himself. Vanden looked down at the one Ash had called Noah. "How about mind your own business next time." Vanden said and then took off in a sprint to catch up to Ash. She was already through the gym doors by the time he caught up to her and he stood behind her in the cold.

"Ash..." Vanden said in a soft tone. "I didn't mean that....what I said back there..." Vanden said feeling like shit. "That was a real asshole thing for me to say..." Vanden took a step towards her. "I'm sorry...its just that...when I think about you..." Vanden shook his head, "...they are all good memories..." Vanden said. "Remember that school field trip to the science museum last year and we sat next to each other? You had me laughing so hard..." Vanden said looking down with a smile. He scratched the back of his head. "I never told you this, but I actually peed my pants I was laughing so hard." Vanden let out a small laugh. "And I really needed to laugh...you know...because of my mom." Vanden's expression turned somber. "And then that time I was tackled as I made a touch down and hurt my knee and you came running over and asked if I was ok and you walked with me and the coach back to the changing room and you stayed there until the coach dismissed me..." Vanden looked back up at Ash.

"That's how I remember you Ash...you were a part of us...and we let you slip away..." Vanden was quiet for a moment as he put his hands in his front jeans pockets his eyes staring off into the distance. "I let you slip away." Vanden looked down and kicked at some snow on the ground. "And I can't help but think if I had came to you sooner to talk you might have stayed on the cheer leaders team...and then...maybe you wouldn't have been standing in the school hallway drinking that day...because that really bugged me Ash...maybe more than I even realized." Vanden looked back up her. He looked into her face to see what she was thinking, feeling. Was Ash understanding what he was saying? Vanden hoped so.

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[mogy]

Noah

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Noah tried to focus on his stretching, and not on the awkward situation which was unwinding in front of him. He didn’t know which bothered him more, the girl's flirting and how she wanted Mason to stretch her or Mason actually asking which part needed to be stretched, instead of stretching himself. Noah was doing a butterfly stretch at the moment, and he pressed onto his knees and pushed them closer to the gymnasium floor every time his ears focused on Mason and the girl.

Noah didn’t want to hear any of that. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

He didn’t understand how Mason could be such a fool to let something like this happen. Yeah, he was straight, but were straight boys really that shallow and stupid? Did they really fall for tricks like that so easily, or was that just Mason?

It wasn’t soon before Noah’s legs didn’t hurt from the butterfly stretch anymore, and since he was already finished with every other stretch which was useful in this situation, he got up from the floor, and his legs felt amazing. He felt like he could run 10 laps around the school and still wouldn’t be tired, which wasn’t far from the truth. He accidentally heard the two again and he wanted to barf.

“Please do that somewhere else, thank you. I will lose all of my brain cells if you don’t and everybody knows how little I have left, so I beg you, be respectful.” Noah said, trying to preserve his brain from getting trauma. It was a classic Noah move.

Interactions: Winona (Mason), Gomenesigh (Sam)​

 

[0k_mang0]

sebastian (& aunt lucia)

Location: School
Interacting with: no one (OPEN)
Mention: Stu ( Dede ), Grace ( Soap ), Ash ( Winona )​

“Why can’t I just stay at home?” Sebastian asked his aunt Lucia. They were in Lucia’s dark grey Dodge Charger, an unmarked police car, driving to school. Today was Sebastian’s day off from work, and all he wanted to do was be a homebody, perhaps take a nap. Lucia was technically off duty—the police department could still call her if they really needed her, hopefully until after the PTA meeting.

“I could’ve babysat Tabitha instead,” he said. “It’s just a PTA thing that I don’t even have to be in. You didn’t have to go to it either.”

“Yeah, well... I want to go. Think of this as preparation for me when Tabbi starts kindergarten,” Lucia said, lightly tapping her fingers on the steering wheel along with the beat of Earth, Wind & Fire’s “September” that played in the radio. “I set up a playdate with Mrs. Garcia’s kids for her weeks ago. That’s not a plan that I can just cancel at the last minute. Besides, don’t you have two overdue school library books you need to return?”

“... Yes. What’s your point?”

Lucia rolled her eyes and scoffed amusingly. After parking the car, she turned to her nephew.

“Look, Bastian, I want to be there so I’m sure whether or not your school is actually trying to keep you and the rest of your classmates safe.” But mostly me, Sebastian thought. Because of what happened over a year ago. “I know I sound a little overprotective, but I’m Auntie Cop; it’s part of my job to care what happens to you. I just don’t trust the current principal, from what I’ve heard about her. Doesn’t seem like she’s doing her job well enough if she’s willing to overlook one of her students being nearly beaten to death.”

Sebastian almost bit his tongue. He knew shouldn’t have told her the rumor about his classmate’s beating from last week. Although, it wasn’t exactly a rumor when there was evidence of it. Sebastian didn’t have a Twitter account, but he was still able to see a picture of a bloodied and bruised Stu, and he assumed his aunt had seen it, too, afterward. What happened to Stu was straight up assault, and it could’ve been investigated if someone like his parents or guardian had gone to the police department to file a report.

Lucia gave him a strong pat on his shoulder as they exited the car. “Now, pray for me that all hell won’t break loose and I won’t have to—or want to—arrest any of the parents there. I have a feeling one of them will drive me crazy, especially the ones who act like they’re from a telenovela-version of Desperate Housewives.”

Before they parted ways in the school hallway, giving each other a light back-fist bump (Sebastian wasn’t a hugger), his aunt reminded him to go to the gym. Other kids are there, too; it’ll be fun, she mentioned. Like being in a daycare center. He almost wished classes hadn’t been canceled today.

Sebastian didn’t stay in the library for long. He returned his two overdue books, paid about $5 for the late fee, checked out another book for a class project, and went to the gym. He noticed several people wearing yellow or blue jerseys. No one told him about a game. He had no clue what the game was, not to mention he knew no one in the room, so there was no point for him to join.

Ignoring everyone around him, besides avoid bumping into anyone, Sebastian settled on the second row of the bleacher's empty corner area, brushing aside bite-sized Kit Kats on the seats while also picking 5 or 6 to save for his little cousin—he also ate an extra one for himself. He placed his backpack and skateboard on the empty space beside him, put on over-the-ear headphones, and opened iTunes from his laptop. He tried multitasking with his homework on his laptop, but he mostly focused on listening to music. He had Vince Staples’ “Home” playing on repeat a few times, wishfully thinking it would help make the meeting end sooner, and a couple of Young MC songs queued after it.

While sipping his warm latte (a to-go order from Sleeping Hedgehog), Sebastian glanced up at the court for a moment and saw a grey wolf mascot putting a Kit Kat in a blonde girl’s hand; he’d also noticed the same mascot possibly staring at another stretching earlier. Wow, awkward kid.

Lucia Torres quietly entered the classroom. She couldn’t tell if she’d arrived just in time or a little late, or both. She felt a tad out of place. She was a parent, yes, but she was here for her nephew, who was also one of the new students. She never expected to ever attend these PTA things, especially her busy life as a police detective and a divorced, single mother of a toddler. Her own parents certainly never went to one. Lucia wasn’t sure what to expect—money fundraising ideas, school policies, or was more of a District School Board-level?

Yep, definitely out of her element. She hoped she wouldn’t meet any intense, Mean Girls-ish parent-types, or someone worse enough that she’d have to arrest them if it turns drastic. This was just a high school PTA meeting, not a social hierarchy version of the Hunger Games.

Lucia picked up a chocolate chip cookie off a table as she made her way to the nearest empty chair. She set down her Sleeping Hedgehog tea on the table in front of her, removed her red peacoat, and draped it over the back of her seat. She smoothed out her white button-up blouse once she settled down, brushing off the small cookie crumbs off her black jeans.

 

[Winona]

Mason


Fuck. Fuck. Okay.

He was listening to Sam as she spoke, and everyone else seemed to fall away. Raven who? Noah who? There was no one else there, just this girl asking him to rub her back, and she was bent over. Did it get any easier than this?! Sure she was just doing this for some win, but whatever.

Mason was loving this.

But then Noah was cutting in, and Mason turned a sharp look on him. But then, well, he figured why not have a little fun? Maybe it would even help Mason think better, as he leaned oved slightly, his hands pressing gently into Sam's back... And then he laughed and stepped away.

"Sorry 'bout Noah here. He just gets a little jealous whenever someone else hits on me." Mason explained with a grin. "See, Noah has this little crush on me." He was obnoxiously whispering this part so that Noah wouldn't actually hear him.

"But you know, Noah's really great at massages." He looked at his friend, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Go ahead, Noah. Show me how it's done, yeah?"

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