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[mogy]

Noah

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After the really hyped-up and kind of disappointing game of flag tag that quickly came to a halt, Noah had waited for the meeting to be over before him and his mom Lydia, headed home. He wanted to find the girl from the bleachers, but when he went back into the gym to get his bag, she wasn’t there anymore, and Noah didn’t want to seem like a creep by going to look for her across the empty hallways of the school.

When the meeting was over, Noah and his mom were in the car. She seemed a bit pissed, but she mostly looked disappointed. Noah didn’t question it, knowing that the agitated state his mom seemed to be in could quickly go bad for Noah, and he really didn’t want to spend the next few days being grounded because he asked what had happened during the meeting.

Throughout the short, 10-minute ride home, Noah’s mind kept going back to the dark-haired girl sitting on the bleachers, and how familiar she appeared to him. It was like he knew her, but he couldn’t place where he had seen her before. That definitely bugged the crap out of him.

Soon after the ride was over, Noah’s mind had other things to worry about, as he still had a shit ton of homework to get through, and had 3 papers due the next day, one of which was about the processes of mitosis and meiosis. When Noah decided to take biology, he definitely didn’t expect to learn about that, whatever it was.

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Before Noah knew it, another day of school was over. He was really happy about how all three of his papers turned out, and anybody could have seen that Noah was really happy. That was because of three major signs. The first sign was that Noah had a genuine smile on his face, and Noah never had a genuine smile on his face. Maybe a smirk, but that’s it. He didn’t have a smile on his Instagram, on his family photos, not ever. Not ever, except when he was really happy, like now. The second sign that Noah was really happy was the way that he walked. It was almost like he was skipping, but he did it in his own special way, making it feel like skipping, without it actually being skipping. The third sign was that Noah’s bag way on both of his shoulders and was jumping around on his back while he was walking. Whoever knew Noah, knew that he always wore his bag on his right shoulder.

While it had been the end of his last class for the day, Noah still had track in an hour, and he wanted to catch up on his reading in the meantime, which is why he headed outside, to sit on one of the benches or somewhere, just relaxing in the cold wind and reading his book. His plans, however, were interrupted when he noticed the girl from the bleachers, sitting in the cold without a jacket on, probably doing her homework.

“You mind if I sit here?”

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[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

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Ana had gone straight home when everything broke apart, too afraid to spend any time away from home than was absolutely necessary. Luckily for her, her father was busy for the rest of the day and she didn’t see him at all.

The next day at school dragged on like it would never end. She found her eyes drifting closed in almost every class and struggled to keep up with the work. If she thought the pain had been bad yesterday, today it was excruciating. Almost every movement sent jolts up her body and she was lucky she didn’t have another seizure. She hadn’t had one since the day she met Vanden, which had been a little over a week ago. Speaking of, she hadn’t seen him since the gym yesterday and she kind of missed him. He seemed like a really caring guy, but at the same time she still wanted to avoid him. He had questions that she couldn’t give answers to. The mere thought of it made a pit in her stomach form.

When the last day for the bell rang, she was more than ready to get out of the school, although she didn’t go far. She found a bench outside and plopped herself down on it. She had a long sleeve shirt on, but it was still way too cold out and she almost immediately began to shiver. Still, it was better than being in that cramped building or at home. She pulled out a textbook and a notebook and immediately got to work. With all her dozing, she had a lot of work to do for the day. So, when the boy came up to her, she didn’t notice him until he spoke. His sudden voice made her jump and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

You mind if I sit here?

The question threw her off, but the person behind it even more so. It was that same boy she had seen in the gym yesterday. She found herself staring and immediately turned her head down, scrambling to find a blank piece of paper.

No, go ahead.

She showed him the words and motioned for him to take a seat. She closed her textbook and put it away in her bag as she scooted over to give him enough room. She looked around for a moment, nervous fingers combing through her hair before moving down and wrapping around her necklace. It was strange that she did it every time she saw him, but she didn’t even really notice it. Out of all the benches, why had he chosen to sit next to her? And why was it him? Did he recognize her or did he know who she was? All the questions roiled around in her head, but she couldn’t write them out on paper. She had no idea how to even start a conversation and nervously twisted the pen in her hand as the other clutched at the notebook. She eventually wrote one question, although she felt weird doing it.

Do you know who I am?

She showed him the page, keeping her face curtained behind her hair before pulling it back. Her fingers were starting to hurt from the cold and she pulled her sleeves down over them as she sat there waiting.

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[mogy]

Noah

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The dark-haired girl sitting on the bench was quick to pull out a piece of paper and write down her response to his question of sitting down. She didn’t mind and she even gestured with her hand that it was okay for Noah to sit down.

Even though others might have thought it was weird that the girl was writing down the response, Noah didn’t think much of it. It was the middle of winter, and people were getting sick left and right, so she probably had a bad throat ache or something of sorts which made her unable to speak for the moment. She could’ve been mute, but that wasn’t likely.

As the girl scooted onto the side of the bench, giving Noah more space to sit down, he did. He didn’t know why he sat down next to her, or what he would say to her, but he knew that this, that she felt familiar. He didn’t know where he knew her from, but he could tell that he knew her, somehow.

“No! No. I mean, you seem weirdly familiar, but I don’t think I know you.” Noah didn’t want to seem creepy or something which is why he reacted with his voice raised when he read the girl wrote in her notebook. He probably scared the girl a lot, which wasn’t his intention at all, he just didn’t know how else to react to that question. He didn't know what tone of voice that writing was in. Was it accusative? Or maybe it was just a simple question? Maybe it wasn't? Noah really couldn't tell.

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[Winona]

Mason


His jaw just about dropped to the floor when Sam blew him off for Stu. A million different answers, a million different ways to get Sam back to paying attention to him started running through his brain. God, when did girls get this tricky? Sure, maybe he should've taken the hint and left Sam alone, but was it even a hint? Girls were confusing.

Mason started trailing after the two, and was quick to come up with a perfect reason to get Stu to leave him alone. "Actually, I have a better idea. Stu! Remember how I was going to show you that soccer game?" Fuck, what was that game? It was a stupid soccer game that Raven had on her laptop for some reason.... Oh right. "FIFA?"

"Maybe Sam will want to come over and play that, too." Horrible idea, really, but maybe it would work. "Raven's not home so right now would be the perfect time! You could show me if you're as good on the field as you are on the computer."

Please god let this work.

Gomenesigh Dede

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Ash


She didn't know what to do anymore. Ash barely even knew who she was these days, and now she had Sean back in her life. Sending her these... messages that, well, how could she not take them as flirtatious? Ash bit her lip, her gaze roaming over the words on her screen. How was she special? Ash was just a cookie cutter of every other stereotypical blonde high schooler.

A few of the cafe's employees started talking about a frat party, and it quickly caught Ash's attention. It had actually been the party that she had attended following Grace and Ian's little mini-intervention. That had worked out so well. Later, she had regretted attending and met back up with Grace and since then, Ash had stopped going to the parties. For... two whole days. Yep. She'd stopped talking to Brad and the other frat boys, and had even been ignoring her Tinder.

"School and parties are stupid." Ash finally said, tearing her eyes from the college students to look at the guy tending the bar. He looked to be about her age, and Ash thought that she might have seen him wandering the school hallways, but couldn't be sure. "We spend all this time trying to be liked by everyone, and for what? It's not going to help but at the same time, it will." She angrily took a sip of her hot chocolate, slamming the now empty cup back onto the bar.

"Another round, please. What's your name?"

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[Dede]

Neck Tie

Neck Tie blushed when the girl started talking to him. You could see he wasn't expecting to become the centre of any girl's attention, and that he secretly kind of liked it. 'Oh-- I think that's a great idea,' he stammered in his British schoolboy accent, rubbing the back of his neck a little nervously. It would have been a better idea if he actually had some homework that needed finishing. For the first time ever, he actually wished his teachers had given him more homework to do.

The boy nodded as Sam introduced herself, finding himself occasionally being attracted to her eyes. Weren't they some of the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen? Like, they were right up there with Grace's. He awkwardly stuck a hand out for a handshake, and quickly realised that wasn't how kids greeted each other, so he played it as if he was bringing that hand up to comb his hair. After that remarkable recovery, he passed Sam another smile. 'I'm Stu, but everyone calls me Neck Tie,' he said. 'And Mason... he calls me Happy Meal. It's... a long story.'

Did he already mention how pretty the girl's eyes were? How sparkly they were... it was like gazing into the centre the universe with the Hubble telescope.

Neck Tie was abruptly awakened from his daydream by Mason's mention of FIFA. No, actually, he didn't remember anything of that sort. When did Mason ever talk to him about football or FIFA? Neck Tie curiously raised an eyebrow as he glanced up at the older boy for a bit, but whatever, he already loved the idea. Playing FIFA with Sam and Mason? That sounded like all the best things in the world rolled up into one and served up on a fancy plate. He was never going to say no to that!

'Yeah, let's do that!' he said excitedly, readjusting his backpack on his shoulder. 'And if you don't know how to play it, I can teach you if you like.' That offer went to both Mason and Sam, but mostly to Mason. OK, so he had no idea why Mason was interested in proper football (soccer) all of a sudden, but let's just say he was more than happy to share his passion for that beautiful sport with an old friend.

Winona Gomenesigh

 

[Winona]

Keisha


A girl like Grace had to have a million other girls trying to get with her -- which meant that Keisha desperately needed to ask her on a date before someone else swept her up.

So Keisha took in a deep breath, and started walking down the hallway towards where Grace was standing, looking rather distraught. A confused look came onto her face, her eyebrows knitting together in distress over seeing Grace looking this upset. "Hey are you ah... are you alright?" That was an absolutely weak question, but oh well.

God, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Grace was supposed to be at least a bit happier when Keisha asked her out. But looking how she was right now... yeah, there was no way that Keisha could dare to ask her the question that she wanted to. That was alright. There would be plenty of time... in the future... right?

Unless someone else came in and stole her.

Fuck.

Soap

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Drake


After the disastrous game of flag tag, Drake had returned home sore from hiding in the bleachers, and bruised from a girl that had been too rough and punched him in the gut when stealing his flags.

Luckily, he'd been able to relax the whole previous night, and school hadn't been too horrible. However, he was thankful when the end of the day finally rolled around. With a smile, Drake practically ran through the hallways, looking around for any of his friends. And finally, his gaze settled on his best friend ever.

"Aaron!" He squealed and ran forward, wrapping his arms around Aaron in a tight hug. "Dude, we should hang out today because like I've got nothing else to do and wouldn't that be fun?"

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[Daniel Reaving]

Jackson

He was happy to help Make lulahs night better. Walking with her through the halls he soon found him self face to face with her father. Reaching out to shake the mans hand he sent him a smile. “Understood sir.” Jackson said confidently as he let go of his hand and looked to Lulah ready for her to lead the way.
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Once they had gotten to her house Jackson parked outside and got out. Sitting against the hood of his old Dodge Charger. Opting to wait for her there as he looked around the front of the house. Admiring the building till she came out. Unable to help but chuckle as she offered snacks he smirked. “Nah I’m good thanks though Lulah. Ready to go?” He asked as he got up from his seated position against the hood of his car and smiled at her a little more. “Glad to see you excited.” He said unable to help but tease a little as he headed for the driver side door.

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[txlos]

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A lot had happened over the past few weeks or so. Well... in all actuality, not much had happened at all. It was more the happenings of Nova's mind, two opposing sides exhausting her every thought as she trudged through classes and conversations, a little hazy and reserved unlike her usual bubbly self. It wasn't like it was on purpose, this reservation she had suddenly adopted, shying away from people and all together wanting to be left alone, but god damn, life had thrown yet another curve ball into the cogs of what had looked like a promising year for her. Between Ian revealing his deepest secret, to Jace confessing that their breakup may have been a mistake, to the regular heartache that came along with missing some dear friends and family, and not to mention the ever-creeping doom of Valentine's day.

Nonetheless, today was already off to a less-than-ideal start. Having gotten into her own head, and severely behind on laundry, the only clean clothes that the brunette owned were a pair of slightly loose, high waisted blue jeans and a big green flannel button down, heavy enough to keep her warm. Shirts had become a loss on her until she opened up the very bottom drawer of her dresser, where lo and behold, laid one of Jace's old t-shirts. She was sure she had gotten them all, rummaged through every corner of her room and made sure all memorabilia of the boy had gone back to him... but it looked like she had missed one. Not wanting to be late, she pulled it on and tied the front up, skewing the printed image before finishing her morning routine and rushing out the door. And maybe it was a mix of the truck and her shirt that made her lips press into a thin line, her eyes averting down to the shirt every so often, but what the hell did she know? Nova groaned, tapping her thumbs on the worn leather of her steering wheel. This was ridiculous, this shouldn't have happened. Why in the fuck was she wearing her ex boyfriend's shirt? Why was she still so hung up on him?

Oh yeah... it was Jace.

Her school day went on with minimal interaction, mostly by choice. Nova's hair was pulled into a messy bun, some long pieces falling to frame her face in the front, though her head and eyes glued to the floor for a majority of the day. She didn't want to see Ash's sneer or Ian's worry. Especially not Ian's worry. In fact, all she wanted to see was the four walls of her own room, and maybe a big dog by her side.

Winona PenguinFox

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Winter was the best, if you asked Dani.

Wanna know why?

It meant that no one gave a single flying fuck if all she wanted to wear were clothes that were obviously too big for her with her hair up in a bun and too-big glasses framing her face. And she couldn't think of a comfier ensemble to drive to school in. In general, it made her day easier to get through, knowing that she could go home and flop in bed in exactly what she wore to that educational hell and relax.

Today was an exceptionally easy day, breezing by flawlessly and by the end all she could think about was finding her best friend and heading home. Book bag hitting at her side with keys spinning around her finger, Danielle wove her petite figure through the halls, eyes scanning for a head of ruffled brunette hair, which wasn't too hard to spot. "Hey you!" She shouted, earning too much attention from other students as she darted towards Milos and wrapped him in a hug. Ah Milos, her absolute best friend (other than Noah). He made her feel completely content, as though she could fully be herself and not have to be embarrassed over her lack of femininity. The tall brunette boy simply just accepted her and all the quirks that made Dani who she was.

"So I'm thinking we should swing by Starbucks before heading to my place. Hulu has Spiderman Homecoming and I want to watch it again," Releasing Milos from her death grip, Dani looped her arm with his and tugged him towards the exit of the school with a subtle grin on her lips.

Winona

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum had gotten pretty tired of playing flag tag and sure it had been quite brutal she just hadn't felt like playing much because a certain boy she had hoped to see just hadn't shown. It wasn't like she liked him or anything but he was good company and she had hoped he would show up but he hadn't and it gave her a small sinking feeling in her chest. She had played but not with the aggression she had started with once she realized who she wanted there wasn't going to show. As for her parents...well they had sat in quietly listening but they were still quite upset with how situations had been handled and of course they were going to make sure that their daughter was not ever going to be a bully towards anyone. When the meeting had finished they had picked up Tatum and of course she went without a sound. She had sat quietly in the car wishing she knew what to say to her parents anymore because all she did was disagree with them and then they would argue.

The next day arrived and Tatum was quiet in the morning not in the mood to really talk with her dad while he sat at the kitchen table with his newspaper. He looked up at her and gave a small smile. She knew her father loved her and wanted nothing but the best it just always came with butting heads. They were two peas in a pod when it came to the attitudes they had. Tatum had definitely taken after her father more than her mother. When she arrived at school she kept checking her phone hoping to hear from Jace but she guessed he was like every other guy. Gave a little attention and then was done. He had seemed nice and like he would be a fun time but now all she felt like was that she was wrong. She made her way through the day at school and figured that once school was done she might go to the cafe for coffee or go do something besides being home but she hadn't made any plans as to where her day was going.

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[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

Samantha Gilly

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Winona Dede (Sam)

Ana pursed her lips at his words and stared at the snowy ground in front of her. It seemed he had the same kind of feeling she did, which made things even weirder. How could they know each other? She had lived there a really long time ago, but it had been like 6 years and she hadn’t recognized anyone since coming back. He probably knew her from the news or something. She knew her mother’s death had been talked about a lot, but that still didn’t explain how she recognized him.

You kind of seem familiar too…but I don’t know why.

She scribbled it down and showed him before returning the notebook to her lap. She wasn’t sure what to say after that. She wasn’t the best at talking to people and it seemed she had already freaked him out, which she didn’t want to do again. She absently started leafing through the corner of her notebook as she sat in silence.







“Stu, huh? That’s a pretty cool name. But what do you like to be called?” Sam didn’t really care about nicknames. She would rather refer to someone how they liked to be called, not some name they may have been saddled with by others. Sam quickly realized she had made a mistake. While it was all fun and games, she hadn’t actually intended to go anywhere with the two of them, but she quickly lost control of the situation. She looked back at Mason, a brow quirked at him. She knew he was up to something, but had no idea what the dark haired boy was planning. Either way, two could play at this game.

With a playful smirk on her face again, she turned back to Stu. “Oh yeah? You guys like soccer? It’s one of my favorite sports. I’ve never played the video game before, though.” Stu’s excitement was undeniable. She was actually a little more interested in him now. Not in that way, but just in general. He reminded her of a little boy who liked to play with rocket ships and race cars. He was adorable, but nothing more than that. Mason on the other hand… Her head quirked back to look at him again. “You don’t really seem like the soccer type. And I wouldn’t want to get in between your date with Stu here.” She couldn’t help but turn her head away and snicker, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. Okay, so maybe the situation was becoming a little too ridiculous, even for her. But, she shrugged and looked at them both in turn. “I mean, if you don’t mind me as a third wheel, I guess I can hang out for a bit.”

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[mogy]

Noah

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Noah read the note as the girl wrote it, and he couldn’t help but notice that even if it was just scribbled down, the girl’s handwriting was something to be jealous of. That made him look at the girl. Almost everything the girl did was far too familiar to Noah, so much so that it was very close to being uncanny.

“I’m Noah Stewart.” He put his hand forward, in order of shaking the girl’s hand. Even if the two had been weirdly familiar to each other, that didn’t necessarily mean they knew each other. Hell, Noah had absolutely no idea what the girl’s name was, but he wanted to know. Maybe it would have brought up some memories or something, but he doubted it.

While the uncanny feeling was there, Noah wanted to meet this new girl. He didn’t know if she was new, but she definitely appeared to be because Noah hadn’t seen her in school before.

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[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

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Noah Stewart. The name itself didn’t ring any bells, but that wasn’t saying much. Ana was not good at remembering names. She had been there a week and a half and still didn’t remember all of her teacher’s names. She had gotten caught up in her head for a moment, but she snapped back to reality once she realized his hand was still lingering in the air and waiting. She quickly pulled her sleeve back enough to reveal her fingers, but she still kept her palm in the jacket. She was a little too cold to do a full handshake and just hope he didn’t get offended. Her fingers were like ice and it was actually nice to shake his hand, even briefly. He was a lot warmer than she was. But, she quickly retracted her hand and scribbled down her own name.

Anabelle Price. But I go by Ana…It’s nice to meet you.

She thought it was weird he had given is full name. Didn’t most people only give their first? But then again, they were both still trying to figure out who the other was. She had been reluctant to give her full name in case he recognized her from all the news all those years ago.

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[mogy]

Noah

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Noah gasped as silently as possible when the girl's cold ass fingers shook his hand. He didn’t expect her to be warm, she was outside in the middle of winter for Christ’s sake, but he also didn’t expect her to be icy-cold, much like she was. Maybe she just seemed icy-cold to him because he was all cozy in his puffy jacket, and she didn’t seem particularly cold, which confirmed that theory.

As the girl pulled her hand back, and wrote her name on a piece of paper, Noah contemplated offering his jacket to the girl. He didn’t mind giving her his jacket for a bit, since he had a sweater underneath, and he didn’t mind being a tad bit cold, moreover, he enjoyed being cold. A bit weird, but hey, that was him.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” He said after reading her note, still contemplating. The girl’s name didn’t ring any bells in Noah’s head, and he really hoped they would. He didn’t know if not recognizing her name made the situation better or worse, but at least he decided to offer his jacket to her.

“You seem kind of cold, do you maybe want my jacket?” Noah wasn’t trying to charm the girl, he was just being nice. Of course, he was obviously gay, and girls were ew.

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[PenguinFox]

Since that weekend things had been a little weird between Ian and Nova. She had walked in to a room with him and two girls in their underwear, an understandably uncomfortable situation to witness her boyfriend in. He had explained what had happened and she said she understood but Ian still felt like she had other hidden feelings about it. For now they had to decided to just not talk about it.

Ian hadn't ended up going to the flag tag game. His parents weren't able to get the time off from their busy lives and he didn't really feel up to doing anything that day. With Sierra at college for the week and most of his friends at that game the Evans boy felt pretty isolated. He had made some progress on one of his songs, the one he had shown Nova Christmas Eve, but other than that he just wasn't motivated.

The next morning as he got ready for school his mother was getting ready to leave for work at the same time. She had noticed he seemed kinda down and asked if there was anything he wanted to talk about but he merely shook his head silently. There was too much going on and there was no way she would understand, so what was the point? The school day dragged on far too slow for his liking, or perhaps it only felt that way with everything going on inside his own head. Nova had seemed kind of distant ever since her talk with Jace, Ash refused to let him in and help, his other friends had been busy with their own lives, and he hadn't heard from his bandmates back in California in a while. With all the people in his life he still felt so alone, and it was bringing dark thoughts to his mind.

Ian didn't even get to see his girlfriend at lunch because he had gotten a lunch detention from his math teacher. The blond boy had been staring into space blankly and only barely registered when the teacher had asked if he was paying attention. Apparently the honest answer of "Not particularly" was an unacceptable response. As was the "Whatever" when given the lunch detention. As a result he had lunch detention the rest of the week, which only compounded onto Ian's current shadowed state.

When the end of the day finally rolled around Ian mindlessly wandered the halls. He thought about reaching out to Ash to see how she was doing but he didn't really have the energy. He was really worried about her but just couldn't manage to force himself to text her. He could only hope that she would reach out like she said she would. As he wandered Ian caught sight of his girlfriends hair. She was facing away from him so he let a weak smile cross his face. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she looked absolutely adorable. It was still amazing to him that she still gave him this feeling whenever he saw her, even at this low point he was currently in. He put on his usual grin to hide his true feelings and approached her. He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Hey you, missed ya today." he said voice cracking somewhat from lack of use over the past few days. txlos Mentioned: Winona

 

[PenguinFox]

Sean's mind had been pretty occupied all day, swimming with thoughts about a certain blonde he used to date. She was a great friend of his, and it was pretty good when they dated. More and more he began questioning whether they ever should have broken up at all. It almost seemed like she felt the same way, what with the messages she sent. She called him perfect, and sure that was something that friends could say to each other, but were they just friends? This whole thing was confusing; he really liked Ash, and yeah he probably still had a few romantic feelings lingering, but did she, and were they good together? There was too much to consider. That's how it was in the Woods boy's head the entire school day.

After the last bell rang Sean started to make his way out of the school. He was debating shooting Ash a text to see if she wanted to hang out- purely as friends of course- when he noticed an old teammate of his. He wouldn't have exactly considered Mason a friend, but there was a certain level of camaraderie between him and those he played football with. Mason was with a boy who looked pretty young, and a girl that he had met yesterday; was it Sam? He gave Mason a friendly smile as he approached. "Mason! It's been a while. How's this year's football season going?" . Winona Dede Gomenesigh

 

[Winona]

Mason


Oh you had to be fucking kidding him. Not only had Stu come up to ruin this perfect plan of his, but now Sean was here, too?! Mason hadn't even liked the dude that much beforehand! Granted, Mason had a hard time liking the dudes that got the hot cheerleaders, and he considered blonde, peppy, and cheerleader to be amongst the hottest (so yeah, Ash and Grace had always had his attention. So what if he couldn't touch Grace? That didn't mean he couldn't appreciate her).

And now here he was with his swooshy hair and asking about football like anyone cared. With a sigh, Mason turned towards Sean and decided to fill him in. "A disaster. Kanen broke my leg because of some shit I said, Stu challenged me on the first day of the year, and Ryder broke a table with me because I was asking him about fucking Ash." Ah yes. Mason, captain of the football team, was a master of keeping his team in line and getting hurt. "Luckily Kanen and Ryder are fucking gone, so we did good after that."

Even though he had been sitting on the sidelines for the whole season. Fucking Kanen.

With his wrap up of the football season finished, Mason looked back towards Sam. "I'm really not into soccer." He admitted finally. There was no way he could keep up with all of these lies. "My little brother adores it so I play with him sometimes, but..." he shrugged, awkwardly reaching up with a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "But I guess if Stu here is into it..." he breathed in a deep sigh. "I will play the video game." Even though the only games he'd played had been with Noah, and Mason had sucked.

"Sean, I'm sure you're busy but if you want to come with..." Mason had been hoping beyond hope that that would work to get at least one of these guys to fuck off, but as luck would have it, Sean agreed to come.

Hopefully Raven wouldn't mind the gang he was bringing to her place. With a groan, he looked down at his phone, then quickly typed out a message and sent it to her.

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It didn't take long to make it to Raven's house but as they headed into the... well... slum part of Westbrook, Mason started to grow visibly uncomfortable. There was so much hatred towards the people down here, and well, it didn't help when there were people offering them drugs as they walked up to Raven's house. One dude that even knew Mason by name, which was just even more embarrassing, so Mason was quick to usher them all into the safety of Raven's house.

"This isn't my house. I'm staying with a... friend... right now." His voice halted at that for a moment -- after all, Raven felt like a lot more than a friend, but he didn't admit that. "Just don't break shit."

Mason headed into Raven's room, grabbing her laptop and bringing it back out into the living room. For a moment, he'd paused, staring at the dress that Raven had worn to Homecoming and made by hand. God, she had looked absolutely stunning in that, but... well, it wasn't a surprise. Raven looked like an angel in anything she wore.

Or more like a sexy demon.

Mason carried the laptop back out, setting it on the kitchen table and logging on. He thought he could remember Raven's password, but it didn't work, and a string of curse words left his mouth. "Happy Meal," Mason said, looking at Stu. "I'm going to buy you this game, but don't you dare fucking tell anyone." He warned, then set up the account, appropriately naming it HappyMeal.

Man, his mother was going to kill him for purchasing this shit game on her card, but whatever.

He pushed the laptop over in front of Stu so that he and Sam could play. And, well, with that done... it meant that Mason only had one person left to deal with before he could try to get Sam alone. When had it become so much work to just ask a girl on a simple date? And why the fuck was Sean tagging along? Unless... oh no. Stu may have not been real competition, but Sean was.

"So, Sean, do anything while you were gone?" He needed more information -- something that would get under Sean's skin and encourage him to fuck off. Let's see... twin sister, football jock, family was kind of a mess, and... used to be one of Ash's many boy toys. But at this point, who hadn't fucked Ash? Well, except him.

Fucking cheerleaders.

PenguinFox Dede Gomenesigh​

 

[Winona]

Milos


Throughout the day at school, a few of his friends had asked if he could hangout. Milos had politely turned them all down, claiming that he had plans with Dani which hadn't been totally true at the start of the day. But per usual Dani fashion, she'd come up with something for them to do. Watch Netflix. It certainly wasn't going out to, like, the mall to joke around with a large group, but it was with Dani and that made it absolutely perfect. So when he heard her voice calling his name, his face lit up.

"Ah! Starbucks?" He echoed as she threw her arms around him, and all Milos could do was laugh for a moment and then wrap his arms around her in a tight hug. Despite having only been at this school for so little time, and knowing Dani for even littler time, the two had bonded almost right away. It was like they'd known each other forever.

"I love that idea. I still haven't seen the new Spiderman." Milos admitted. Money was tight around the house, and his parents annoyingly insisted that he focus on his studies instead of getting a job, so fun things like the movies were out. Generally so was Starbucks (excuse me, but what was a tall?) but for Dani, he was willing to spend his meager allowance.

Milos let go of her, throwing an arm comfortably around her shoulders and started off out of the school. "Will Noah or anyone else be coming?" Okay, so by that, he meant just Noah. Milos knew how small Dani kept her circle, and it made him feel even more special for being included in it.

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Jace


What could he even say about the parent teacher meeting? It had been embarrassing how his mother had behaved towards Nona, and all day long, the principal and other teachers had given him dirty looks. It had been horrible, and no one else seemed to understand this pain. Except for maybe Stu. And Ash had skipped again, so she was no help.

Now, he was heading through the hallway with his head dropped low, and a brand new gray beanie atop his head. He was Beanie Boy, and as such, Jace was trying out new beanies to find a color that suited him. Not a color that suited his mom, or Nova, or Theo, or anyone else. A color that he thought looked good on him.

Whilst walking with head down, Jace nearly stumbled his way into... Nova, and Ian. He was ready to dive into the nearest classroom, don a fake mustache, and pretend he was the Wests' cousin was France, but something halted him. The shirt that Nova was wearing... he'd been looking for that exact same one forever, and then it hit him.

His gaze moved up from Nova's shirt to her eyes. "Is that... my shirt?" And then he remembered that Ian was there, and god he hoped that Ian wouldn't punch him in the face.

PenguinFox txlos​

 

[Soap]

Grace

Her mother couldn't stop her from seeing Sawyer, so... there was no way she was going to stop her from seeing Ash, right? Right. Exactly. Kate had been on her case all morning about her drifting away from Ash, because she's 'just like her mother.' What's that supposed to mean? They were related, why wouldn't they be? Okay, well, let's take it a step back there. Ash was nothing like the extremely evil woman. Grace wasn't sure if she was religious, even if she was raised in a Christian family, but there was no way that Elise wasn't born in Hell.

What? Okay, maybe it was a bit harsh. But nonetheless. Grace was more than just upset.She paced in the hallway as she fiddled with her hands, y'know maybe she should just do better in school. That'd distract her mother, right? She let out a heavy sigh and looked up to see Keisha. Oh. She let out a forced chuckle. "Totally fine, what's up?" With all the cheerleading drama and girlfriend drama

Ex-girlfriend drama.

Grace forgot that they needed to reschedule.

"Oh, is this about the tutoring stuff? I'm so sorry! It slipped my mind."

Winona
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[Dede]

Neck Tie

Neck Tie shrugged. He didn’t mind what Sam called her, it was a miracle a girl was talking to him at all.

Then his eyes lit up when she mentioned that soccer was her favourite sport. That was his favourite sport too! Neck Tie didn’t have any soccer friends at Westbrook, and he was growing to accept his sport-less fate and making do with just being Westbrook Wolf. But maybe all that was about to change. He figured Sam might like to play soccer with him sometime. He couldn’t wait to tell her all about his footballing past.

‘Cor, I love football too! . . . I mean, um, soccer,’ he said with a smile. ‘What position do you play? I’m a striker, by the way.’ He rubbed the bridge of his nose. ‘FIFA is pretty simple, especially if you already play soccer. I’ll show you the cool tricks!’

He spun around as the long haired boy approached, then smiled at him too. The more the merrier, he thought. Neck Tie used to just hang out with Jace and Casper. He never got to hang out with any of the cool kids, so the whole prospect of going to someone’s house to play video games was thoroughly exciting to him. Maybe Mason would let them order a pizza too — not the spinach one that Casper was so fond of, but a real, proper pizza.

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On the way to the house they were approached by some people trying to sell Mason some stuff. Neck Tie didn’t take any notice of them. He was too busy telling Sam about his old football team, Morton Youth FC, how they narrowly escaped relegation by a 90+5 minute goal, and went on to win the trophy. A girl who liked soccer and had the prettiest eyes in the world and was actually talking to him? Who was he kidding? Neck Tie was in dream land.

So much so that he almost forgot Mason and Sean were there. Oh, right, FIFA. He clung to the back of Mason’s chair as the older kid tried to log onto Raven’s account, encouraging him along. He was a little sad when Mason couldn’t log in, but was surprised when the older kid decided to just buy him the game instead. Neck Tie couldn’t remember the last time anybody bought him anything, and he was so happy that he forgot to mind that Mason had made ‘HappyMeal’ his username. As far as he was concerned, Mason could call him Happy Meal all he wanted, since he was now officially the coolest guy in all of Westbrook, at least in Neck Tie’s eyes.

He thanked the older kid and plugged in the two controllers and handed Sam one. He turned around and Mason and Sean were gone. He didn’t know where they went so he guessed he was playing with Sam first. Could his afternoon get any more perfect than this? They waited for the game to install, meanwhile Neck Tie taught Sam the basic controls, smiling often as he did. ‘What’s your favourite team?’ He figured they could do a kick off match with their favourite teams, so he could go over the controls with her in-game. ‘Mine’s Liverpool,’ he said, rocking his legs and tapping the controller excitedly as he spoke.

Winona Gomenesigh PenguinFox

 

[0k_mang0]

sebastian

Location: cafe
Mention: Ash Winona​

The blonde girl handled her cup a tad passive-aggressively, Sebastian thought. He could only assume she had some issues happening in her life. She sounded like she did, but he couldn’t ask directly what was going on. He was just a stranger who had no business besides giving her another drink.

“Depends who’s making them stupid. It’s always an asshole that ruins something or someone good,” Sebastian remarked. He wouldn’t say school was stupid because they’re supposed to make people less stupid. Parties… well, he hadn’t attended enough to know whether or not they’re fun. What was that saying? A place is only as good as the people in it. Or something like that. He couldn’t remember where he’d heard that phrase, but it made sense to him.

“I’d rather try finding time to make crepes while trying to fix cavities I’m starting to get, instead of worrying about high school social stuff. I’ve never eaten crepes before.” While refilling the cup with hot chocolate, he realized the customer was from his school. He’d seen her yesterday at the school gym. He also remembered noticing her in the halls last week between classes, though she kind of looked crappy during that time. He wondered what changed.

“My name’s Sebastian,” he said, sliding the drink in front of the blonde girl. Since she didn’t randomly throw away his lunch or anything, he figured he should be polite and introduce himself when she asked. And he was bored. Business was a little sluggish during weekdays. Anything was better than listening to his coworkers' talk about bagpipes and ice luges. “What’s yours?”

 

[txlos]

Nova

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It startled her at first, the warmth of a semi toned arm looping around her shoulders and the small quip of affection. It even made her jump. No one had talked to her in a while, and in all honesty, she sort of liked it that way. Did that make her an anti-social freak? Probably nearing it, but the thought of such things made a small amount of tension release from her body. With a weak smile, the auburn haired girl looked up to Ian and nodded. "Missed you too," It was a lie. The only person Nova had been missing was her usual self, but it tore her in two to think that part of this was because of a confusion of feelings between her and Jace. God, why couldn't she stop thinking about Jace? Oh yeah, because she still had feelings for him.

Which was so stupid! Even now, hugged beneath Ian's arm, she felt like a complete idiot. Ian was kind, talented, strong-hearted, yet still vulnerable and maybe a little risky. Any girl would be lucky to have the guy, so why was she second guessing herself so much? After all, he had assured her that the scene she had unfortunately stepped into at the West's house was completely out of context but yeah, it definitely still bothered her.

Thoughts were immediately interrupted when a fluffy mop of blonde hair, poking beneath a heather grey beanie stopped in front of Nova. Her eyes softened at the sight of Jace, even though his face was twisted with a confusion that the hazel eyed girl couldn't quite place. Until he said it.

"Is that my shirt?"

Well fuck.

Nova's eyes went wide as she stared at Jace for a moment, then down to the shirt she was wearing. She knew she couldn't lie about it, the guy obviously knew. Not only that, but this had been one of the first shirts that Nova had ever taken from Jace, stashed it away so that he wouldn't find it and take it back. And to put the fuckin' cherry on top of the current discomfort of the situation, Ian was standing right there.

"Y-Yeah it is," Nova's smile was faltering, but what managed to plant on her lips was genuine. Jace's clothes almost fit her. Almost. That's what she liked about them. It was obvious that they weren't hers when she had worn them in their relationship and they were just baggy enough to tie or tuck in. It was nice... everything about their relationship had been nice. And now, there were only awkward moments like these. Ones that also involved Nova's current boyfriend. She could feel his eyes on her, piercing into the side of her face like a needle. And yet all she could do was meet Jace's blues and stand there frozen. Because at the end of the day, she could've borrowed something from her mom's closet. She could've checked the bag she kept full of clothes in the backseat of her truck, or even worn something dirty. But Jace's t-shirt, this one specifically, brought some odd sense of comfort and homeliness that the petite girl felt was needed today.

Winona PenguinFox

Dani

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Milos had an infectious laugh, one that made the brunette girl beside him almost giggle. Not fully though, god no, that would've been disgusting, but nonetheless, the boy definitely brought a brighter light to her face. He was just easy to be around, someone who Dani genuinely enjoyed the company of, and she rarely enjoyed the company of well... anyone. Not only that, but the guy's hugs could solve war itself, and that much she was sure of.

"Yes Starbucks. I'll buy since I know you absolutely hate when I make last minute plans," Her voice dripped with sarcasm, since most if not all of their plans were made on the spot. It wasn't ever anything extravagant, never a trip into town or out to dinner, or the like. That wasn't exactly Dani's style. With her parents often traveling for work, Dani preferred to stay in the confines of home, snuggled up under a blanket with Milos and watching some sort of Marvel movie. Now that was a plan she could get behind any day.

Walking out of school, she couldn't help but be pulled into Milos' side as his arm slung snug around her shoulders, somewhere she found herself often but never minded since he was just so damn comfy to be around. "Nope," She quipped with a grin, looking up at her taller partner in crime as he asked if company would be joining the two. "Looks like you're stuck with just me." A joke, of course, as the two usually hung out by themselves. It still amazed Dani that she never grew bored of the guy. It didn't take long for the pair to reach her old (and I'm talking ancient) Volkswagen Golf. The thing had some rust spots, was a horrible ugly grey-blue color, and sounded like a freight train. But it ran, and that was all the brunette girl cared about.

The trip to Starbucks was quick and easy, Dani ordered two iced caramel macchiatos and was promptly on her way home afterwards with Milos in tow. The radio was blaring, windows down to let in some of the chilling winter air, but it all felt nice. Besides, the trip home was short and before long the two were pulled up in front of her suburban home, painted a soft tan color with white trim.

"Wanna boot up Netflix and I'll start popcorn?" Dani hummed as she pushed through the door, throwing her bookbag to the side and skipping over to the kitchen. Being home was Dani's favorite thing, it meant no people. Except Milos, but he was an exception.

Winona

 

[Gomenesigh]

Samantha Gilly

Anabelle Price

interactions: Winona Dede PenguinFox [Sean] (Sam)
mogy (Ana)

Mentions: PenguinFox [Lulu]

Sam had almost hoped that one of them would decide to have some kind of guy’s afternoon playing games, but alas luck was not on her side. They seemed all too eager to have her tag along and to make things worse, another person showed up to join their merry little group. She recognized him from the gym and had to think for a moment to remember his name. Sean? She thought that was right. It sounded familiar since both of their names started with an S. At that point she felt it was too late to back out of the plans and tried to have a level of optimism. Maybe it would end up being fun. “I end up playing midfield a lot. I like a little bit of everything, so those are really the best positions for me. I prefer being a striker over defense, though.”

As they walked to Mason’s house, Sam mostly stayed quiet. Stu was talking enough for the entire group, but it was nice to hear someone talk about something so passionate then. She knew she was way out of her league, though. Soccer was one of her favorite sports, but she didn’t know too much about the specifics and she certainly didn’t watch the sport. She had always considered it boring. Why would she sit on a couch and watch something when she could go outside and experience the real thing? She mostly walked in the grass as they walked. She always enjoyed the crunch of it under her feet and it reminded her of that day in the park with Lulu. Speaking of, she ended up texting her a bit on the way.

The closer they got to the house, the more nervous she actually became. She had never been over to a guy’s house before and now she was going over with _three_ guys. Some guys seemed to approach them the closer they got to the house, but Sam mostly ignored them. Mason seemed to get visibly uncomfortable whenever it happened, but she wasn’t about to ask why, at least not in front of these other boys.

Once they finally got into the house, Sam couldn’t help but admire it. “Nice place your friend has.” While the specific decorations weren’t to her liking, it was personable to whoever lived there. Sam and her family moved around so much because her father was in the military, so she never got to own a lot of personal things to decorate with. While Mason got everything and set up the game, Sam continued to look around. She didn’t leave the room, but peeked around corners to see what the rest of the house held within her sights.

It didn’t take long to get everything set up and Sam wandered her way back over to the computer. She stayed standing as Stu handed her the controller, but she wasn’t that interested in playing herself. Again, why would she press buttons to control some little person on a screen instead of going outside and playing it? But, he seemed excited enough. When he started to pull up the game though, she finally put the controller down. “I’m not really that into it, if I’m being perfectly honest. I play it, but I don’t watch it on TV or anything. But… maybe I could just watch you play or you could…?” She looked around for the two others, but they weren’t anywhere in sight. Wasn’t it Mason’s idea to come here? But, now he was suddenly gone. Oh well. Maybe it would give her a good opportunity to escape if things got too weird. “Play with the others whenever they get back?” She didn’t want to disappoint the boy too much. He looked like he was fragile enough to break at any moment.







Ana peeked through her curtain of hair and looked longingly at the jacket when it was offered to her. She liked the cold, but not to this extent. But, it was bearable. She was used to spending long hours in the cold even if it wasn’t good for her. It always hurt a lot afterwards, when she finally went in somewhere warm and defrosted. She twisted her pen anxiously for a moment before shaking her head. As much as she would like it, she wasn’t about to put him out when she barely even knew his name.

No, it’s okay. I’m fine…but thanks.

She showed him the note and as if on cue, she started shivering more aggressively than she had before. She did her best to hide it, but there was really only so much she could do. She found herself at a loss for words again. She felt herself getting more awkward as she sat there and fidgeted more with the notebook.

Why did you come out and sit by me?

She stared at the question for a moment, wondering if she should show him. It was the only thing she could really think of and she had been curious. She quickly followed it up with another little note, though. She realized it might come off as rude and she didn’t want that.

I’m not mad or anything…just curious.

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[PenguinFox]

It seemed that Nova was still bothered by something. Her smile wasn't as bright as it used to be. There were a couple of possibilities running through Ian's head as to why, but he couldn't be sure what exactly was the cause. His own smile faltered as he looked away. It hurt so much to see people he cared about struggle, especially because it seemed to be all of them at once. It hurt even more that there seemed to be nothing he could do about it, or even might be the cause of it. His shoulders began to burn and to make matters worse Jace was now standing in front of them. Ian's arm around Nova subconsciously tightened a little. He had nothing against Ash's brother, but ever since Nova and him talked she seemed down. If he was the cause of it then Ian didn't want him around Nova.

Then Jace spoke and things began to get clearer in Ian's head. She was wearing Jace's shirt. Ian did his best to hide any reaction as his gaze slowly turned to his girlfriend, but when she confirmed what Jace said to be true, the Evans boy's lip made it's way between his teeth. He could taste a small trickle of blood in his mouth. Green daze dropped to the floor momentarily. Ian supposed he deserved this. This was probably some sort of cosmic payback for that incident at Ash's house. Hell, it might have even been purposeful payback by Nova, and he deserved every ounce of pain this caused. Nova was hurt by what happened, and now it was his turn to hurt. It felt like his shoulders were on fire and he let go of the brunette at his side to adjust his shirt in hopes of alleviating some pain. It was fruitless however and once he realized this his hands dropped down to his pockets. This would just have to also be part of his penance.

Ian tried to rationalize this situation in his head. Perhaps Nova hadn't known that the shirt belonged to her ex, but how couldn't she? Nova wasn't dumb. No, this had to have been a conscious choice. The why was the important part, and every answer the current boyfriend could come up with lead back to him. He hoped that this whole thing was just a form of payback by Nova, but there was another possibility that he really didn't want to think about. He didn't want to draw conclusions just yet without talking to her, alone, but he had a feeling that what happened at Ash's house had a huge part in everything that was currently happening. Ian's jaw clenched and he could taste more iron now. Swallowing hard he gently put his hand on his girlfriends back.

"Must have missed one." he said flatly to Jace, his voice almost hollow sounding. His face was entirely neutral, betraying none of his thoughts. He had been hiding his true feelings for years now. He could probably get a medal for it if it was an Olympic sport. He turned to Nova, his tone softening, but still emotionless. "I have an extra hoodie in my locker..." he suggested to the pair. He didn't really care how this awkward interaction ended so long as it ended. If they wanted to officially and finally end things here that was great, if not....well it would say a lot. As long as Nova returned to herself that's what mattered to Ian most. As long as she was happy. txlos Winona

Sean raised his eyebrows in shock as Mason relayed what had happened that year. "Wow, that really sucks, I'm sorry to hear that man." He genuinely felt bad for him. With his leg broken he probably had to sit out most of the season. He watched as his old teammate then turned back to the other two. It seemed like the three were going to hang out. Then Mason invited him along- sort of. It didn't really sound like he wanted to, but he did offer. Was it rude to turn him down, even if he clearly didn't really want him there? He tilted his head to the side slightly and raised an eyebrow at the other senior. He then shrugged in a screw it manner. "Sure why not. I've got nothing else to do." which was true. He and Mason had never really been friends, but perhaps this was him trying to reach out and change that. Doubtful but he wasn't going to say no in case it was.

It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination. The entire way there Sean had remained silent. The younger boy, Stu he had learned his name was, was speaking plenty enough for everyone. He felt a little bad for Sam, whom Stu was targeting most of his verbal assault at. There were a couple of incidents where some shady characters approached Mason, but he very much looked like he didn't want to talk about it, and honestly Sean didn't really want to know anyway.

Once inside Mason revealed that it wasn't actually his house and told the group to not break anything as if that was the original plan. Sean leaned against a door frame trying to not look as awkward as he felt. He sort of regretting agreeing to this whole thing. Mason went about setting up a game for Stu to play. Once it was all set up he turned to Sean and asked about what he did while away. Not really something he liked to talk about. "Nothing of my own free will." he stated simply. He kept things vague to try and show he didn't really want to discuss this. His eyes glanced over to the room Stu and Sam were in and he wondered if they were at least having a good time. Winona Dede Gomenesigh

 

[Winona]

Keisha


The faint smile on Keisha's lips faltered for only a second when Grace seemed to think that this was about tutoring. Right. What else would she think? It wasn't like the gorgeous blonde would think they were... friends or anything but mere school associates. What an absolute fucking dilemma.

"Oh, no. This isn't about tutoring. Don't worry about that." Seriously. Keisha wouldn't be able to focus on her work with Grace teaching her, plus biology was boring and Keisha was sick of trying to understand it. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. With... me." Fuck, what if Grace said no? What if she didn't realize that Keisha meant as a date? Fuck.

She waited patiently, and nervously, for Grace's answer. Her hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans, and it took everything in her to stop from nervously tapping her foot. Or better yet, calling it quits and running away.

Soap​

 

[Winona]

Ash


This Sebastian guy really seemed wise beyond his years. It was strange to her since Ash was so used to... well, at this point, stupid frat boys making inappropriate jokes and being generally stupid.

"Ash. Nice to meet you." She responded, giving him a bright smile. Well, at least talking with this guy managed to pull her from her thoughts, at least a little bit. She looked down at her cup for a moment, thinking over what Sebastian had said. He was right! He was the assholes of the world that made things difficult, but... did that mean she was the -- pardon her language -- asshole? It would make sense, after all. Maybe she should try and change her life around, but...

Oh whatever. "I love crepes. They're like heaven on earth if... heaven was breakfast food." And in her mind, heaven had to be breakfast food. Granted, it had been forever since she had had crepes given her whole "diet," but it didn't mean she'd forgotten about those. "Wait, how have you never had crepes?" Fuck, how had crepes even come up?

She only partially got what he was trying to say, but now crepes was the topic... at least for her. "I don't know. Life would seem kind of pointless if all you were thinking about were crepes and cavities, don't you think? Isn't there some stupid thing they tell you going into school that like, friends are forever or something like that?"

Actually, she'd heard quite the opposite. Any friends you make in high school won't last after you graduate. But surely that had to be a joke, right? Or was she just falsely hoping for something that was destined to never happen?

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