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F F R R A A G E E L A A Y
It must be Italian!
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【I am but a lowly Freshman】

Vinnie woke up to his frantic mother and her attempts to rouse him out of bed while his other family members were scurrying around in a total mess attempting to get ready for their day back at school. Vinnie was obviously not in the mood to deal with waking up so early especially after being out of the house until around 1:00 in the morning but it was time to get up. . .much to his dismay but sometimes he figured that getting out of bed was the hardest thing he'd do all day. . .or that's how Vinnie felt at least. Annoyed at his mother he was barely awake and attempted to shoo her away with a lazy waving motion of his hand. "That is it!" He heard his mother say angrily and he only curled deeper and deeper into his covers and attempted to resume his sleeping. However, he didn't even get close because he felt something snaking under the covers and wrapping around his ankles. At this unfamiliar sensation his eyes shot open as his mother began pulling him out of his bed. Instinctively he reached out and grabbed the bars on the headboard and protested to his mother actually pulling him out of bed. He put up a fight for a good five seconds until he felt his body actually lifting off the matress his mother was pulling him so hard. "Get out of bed son!" She said through gritted teeth while still pulling, Vinnie suspended a few inches above his mattress, then it hit him. Was it really worth all of this for just five extra minutes of sleep. . .hard decision but in the end it was his mother that won. Frustrated he grumbled "Alright, I'll get up geez!" His mother released his ankles and his body came crashing down against the bouncy surface of his bed. Vinnie rolled over and tossed the blankets aside and climbed reluctantly out of bed. His brown hair curling and waving in all directions in a messy disaray.

Lazily he made his bed and glanced over at the alarm clock that flashed he had a whole five minutes to get completely ready. "No time for a shower." He commented really wishing that he did have time but he'd have to go without today. Lucky for him all his siblings except of course Landon had left and that left almost every bathroom available so there would be no prolonged waits for use of the facilities it had to offer. Vinnie ran across the hallway and into the emptry bathroom where he quickly brushed his teeth and fixed his hair to the best of his ability but it took more than five minutes to tame his wild bed head. Vinnie knew all to well that his mother would come running up those stairs any minute and haul his a** down the stairs in an emberassing tyrade he dreaded that almost every morning but at the same time the freshman had gotten used to it. . .after all he wasn't a morning person and hated getting out of bed in the morning. . .even if he slept in until 11:00 or so. Deciding that his hair would pass for today he left the bathroom disorganized and ran across the hall again and back into his bedroom. Vinnie threw open the closet doors and examined the articles of clothing that he had, having a hard time settling on something to wear. The pressure to run down the stairs completely ready getting to him making it only harder to pick something to wear but jeans were a good place to start so he pulled those out of the closet and began to pull them on over his legs. Just as he started doing that his mother came bursthing over the threshold "What is taking you so long!?!" She barked, which automatically set the wrong tone for Vinnie and he popped off without even thinking "Well if you had been on top of stuff and woken me up on time I wouldn't be taking so long would I." He said glaring over at his mother, obviously the wrong thing to say.

"God Damn it Vinnie!" She shouted marching over to her son and gripping his forearm with a lot of force and staring him straight in the eye. . .obviously serious and mad as hell "I have 10 children to look after now and I'll be damned if your going to tell me that I can very well stay on top of stuff because I've got a lot of stuff on my plate to deal with and I don't need your lip to boot." With that she shoved her son away from her, Vinnie only glared at her "Besides we bought you an alarm clock for a reason. We meant for you to use it. . .not to sit there and look pretty." She spat looking through his closet obviously realizing what was taking him so long. With little consideration she pulled a shirt off the hanger and tossed it at him "You'll wear this." She said, Vinnie studied the shirt for a moment "I hate this shirt." He said through gritted teeth "You'll wear it and like it or go without one. You make the choice." She demanded then proceeded to grab his ear and haul him out of the room, Vinnie protesting the whole way. . .not because he didn't like the shirt but because this experience wasn't pleasant. "You'll get dressed in the car." She said as her son tripped over the pants that were down around his ankles. Down the stairs they went and across a short hallway and into the kitchen/living room area where Landon stood munching on an apple. "Come on Landon." She said not even looking her second youngest son a passing glance. Vinnie caught his older brothers sly remark and almost let a smile creep across his face but then his older brother began laughing. . .obviously at the undressed state Vince was in. Annoyed at this Vinnie spoke "Shut up Landy boy!" He complained watching his brother in all his amusement, the remark immediately shut Landon up and the three made their way out to the Land Rover.

En route to school Vinnie did his best to dress himself but it was difficult when you couldn't fully stand up and your mother was driving like a maniac taking turns to fast causing the boy to jostle around in the back seat. Vinnie had pretty much tuned his mother lecture and threats out, he didn't care she could only do so much before losing track with all her duties and things to keep up with as a home maker and all. . .then of course there was her husband, so threats and punishments never ran their full length because she was far too busy to enforce them all by herself. Lucky for him the minute he fastened his belt buckle the black SUV came to a stop in front of the school. His mother began talking again but Vinnie chose to ignore her. . .he was still pissed off at her so he took a few seconds to gather all his things and climbed out of the car before slammind the car door behind him. Not exactly thrilled by school he stood looking up at the building for a moment in silence dreading what was inside. . .annoying teachers who didn't understand, jerkish jocks and upper classman. . .drama for one thing but he managed to stay out of all that crap since he didn't associate with the poptart crowd. As for his older brother. . .different story, popular kid through and through. . .not really a jerk but still one of those preps that people worshiped. . .either that or talked s**t about him behind his back. Obviously Landon was too imatpatient and too much of a social butterfly to just stand by and take things in before jumping right into getting back to school. Vinnie watched as his older brother climbed the stairs and walked into the school building, Vince stood out there for a few more seconds before actually entering the building.

"Ya mom we were sooo late." He said quietly to himself, the remark full of bitterness and sarcasm. Silently Vinnie weaved his way in and out of students heading in the direction of the freshman hallway where his locker was so appropriately located. Vinnie absolutely hated battling the crowd of this large suburban school that he attended not only that but on his first day as a freshman he got lost countless times because the stupid campus was so big and he'd only visited the school building once maybe twice for one of those tours the seniors ran though. His older brother wasn't even nice enough to show his little uncool brother around if he ever got lost. . .real nice huh? Vinnie came to his locker with the dented door and jerked the stupid thing open and found it just the way he had left it. . .at total mess. Vince was horribly disorganized and often lost God knows what in the 'black hole' as his family called his locker, got under his skin but sadly it was the truth. With a long sigh Vinnie shoved his bag in the metal cubicle and pulled out his brightly colored spanish book and workbook before whatever else he needed for his first class. Once he had all his belongings he came to the realization that there was time to kill before class so he pulled out his Samsung and sent Sapphire a quick text. Shortly before the message was actually sent the bell rang and it was time to head off to his 1st hour spanish class joy! Vinnie quickly sent the message and headed in the direction of Senora Hill's classroom.


To:Sapphire
From:Vinnie
You here yet, I need
Someone to chill with.

[[OOC: The ooc thread is open in case you would like to post there. Just thought I'd let you know]]

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The Soccer Legend

If you only knew
I'm hanging by a thread
The web I spin for you
If you only knew
I'd sacrifice my beating
Heart before I lose you
I still hold onto the letters
You returned
I swear I've lived and learned

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❝Friends are like condoms. . .
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It's 4:03 and I can't sleep
Without you next to me I
Toss and turn like the sea
If I drown tonight, bring me
Back to life
Breathe your breath in me
The only thing that I still believe
In is you, if you only knew

Jake should have known that people were going to take a picture of this. . .after all there were pictures of this all over the internet and most of all 'photographers' liked taking pictures of people when they least expected it. . .Jake being no different, the spur of the moment shots were always the best, but in this case annoying and emberassing at times. There was a clicking sound then an eruption of giggling and laughing, Jake looked over to the source of the noise, smirked and rolled his eyes before Emma began dragging him in the direction of her older brother. Jake nearly knew that her older brother wasn't fond of him. . .and that's why it was fun to mess with Parker sometimes, he'd get pissed off but then if something happened Emma didn't approve of, she'd come to Jake's rescue, it was almost like a little kid playing pranks on their older siblings except here. . .Parker was NOT Jake's brother. However, her older brother seemed pleased with the shot so they must have been pretty good subjects or something. . .Jake didn't know nor did he care. Now that the little photo shoot was over they could get back to whatever it was they were doing before. . .Jake followed Emma over to a girl that was familiar but Jakob honestly didn't know her name and stood awkwardly beside Emma as she informed 'this girl' about the dress code at Manda's party. Jake faltered at this and looked at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow and skeptical expression on his youthful face "Dress code?" He repeated obviously sounding confused, "I didn't know there was a dress code. . ." Jake trailed off more talking to himself on that one than anyone else. White. . .got it, he thought making a mental note just as Emma finished up her little talk with the lesser dreamer chick.

Although it had been the bell that brought this downward spiral of a mental helping session to a complete stop, and Jake was thankful for that, he knew Emma meant well when it came to talking to the geekier people but she ended up digging herself deeper and deeper until there was no way out. Jake and Emma walked past their teacher, Mr. Rex as everyone called him "Later teach." Jake said in passing feeling some weird vibes radiating from their teacher as he passed. Probably weirded out. . .he thought remembering how he and Emma used to be. . .always disagreeing and making everyone suffer with their pointless arguing, that was until the teacher thought it would be a good idea to make them sit together. . .that lasted real long. . .one of those 'chicken or the egg' arguments came up and immediately Emma and Jakob started in shouting at one another, getting closer with every snarl and insult until they had a total movie moment. . .forehead to forehead, nose to nose, 'are you as turned on as i am right now' sort of thing, they leaned in and had their first 'angry' kiss. . .although in that case what was considered an 'angry' kiss was more of a heated passion sort of thing. . .then of course the teacher sent them to the office with a PDA referral. Good times, Jake thought as he and his girlfriend walked out of the classroom and into the buslting hallway. They had only managed to walk a few feet before Emma shoved Jakob into the wall and began kissing him much like they had that time back in whatever class it was. This girl sure does like PDA, Jake thought for a split second but then losing himself in the moment, entangling his body with Emma's. . .but somewhere along the way he was pretty sure someone had scolded them, after all they were the illeged public display of affection rule breakers. . .after all that was their soul reason for going to detention at least once a week.

Jake smiled at his Emma who promised seeing him later at the party and then gave him a 'love tap'. He winked back "Can't wait." He responded before watching her walk out the doors and to her parked car. Remember. . .no white. . .I think. . .Jakob thought obviously unsure about the whole dress code, walking out the door and over to his own car where he unlocked the door and slid into the drivers seat and jammed the key into the ignition, pressed the clutch, turned the key and brought the Scion to life. The music was blaring loudly as he backed out of the parking spot rapidly, then sped off towards the exit of the school parking lot and off towards his house. It wasn't too long of a drive although Jakob wasn't exactly a 'speed limit' driver but who really was anyway. After a few minutes of speedy driving Jakob pulled into his driveway, parked the blue car and killed the engine before climbing out and slamming the door shut behind him. Soundlessly he walked into the house and listened to his mother calling from the kitchen asking how his day went and all that good stuff. Jake didn't really respond just walked up the stairs to his bedroom and began to get ready for the party making sure to dress appropriately so he didn't emberass himself or Emma by showing up in the completely wrong clothing. . .after all it was she who said it was horribly emberassing. . .something Jake didn't want to have to deal with this evening.

Taking his time to get ready he could hear bustling downstairs and then his mother shouting something at him, "What are you doing honey?" He heard her calling from downstairs, Jake rolled his eyes and responded "Getting ready for a party ma." There was a brief silence before he heard her voice again. "You're going to a party?" She interrogated. "Yes, Manda's party. . .remember." He said tying his tie and spraying on some cologne before emerging from his room, primped and ready. "Who's all is going to be there and who are you going with?" She asked obviously feeling parental at the moment. With a sigh Jake told her "I don't know who's going to be there but I'm going with Emma." He trailed off tucking his phone in his pocket as he trudged down the stairs where his mother was standing "You know I don't like the way she treats you.. .used to treat you." She said obviously referring to the way they used to fight and argue before they actually got together. "Mom, she's my girlfriend. . .we're over that phase." Jake insisted walking for the door, his mother right on his heels as he did so. . .something he found horribly annoying, after all he was going to Italy soon and seventeen years old. . .it was time for her to let him grow up. "But still." She trailed off, Jakob had to end this fast or he was never going to get to that party, pulling the keys to his Scion out of his pocket he looked at his mother "Mom, Emma is my girlfriend and that's that. Now I'm going to this party and I promise to be back by curfew so don't worry." He reassured her obviously annoyed while wrapping his hand around the doorhandle and pulling it open, his mother pursing her lips "I'm always worrying Jakey-poo." Jake felt like vomiting at that point, not only because of the horrid nickname he couldn't seem to escape but the fact that she insisted on worrying about EVERYTHING! Jake didn't respond but instead slipped out the door and briskly walked to his car.

Jakob was bobbing his head to the blaring music as he came to a stop at a changing stop light and began to think about what exactly this party had in store. . .well it was for their advanced photography class wasn't it? So it couldn't be too odd or wild, after all some of the kids in that class had a ten foot pole shoved up their but and it was going to take more than a party to yank the pole of 'no fun' from where it was shoved. While en route Jake had half a mind to text Emma and see if she was there yet but he didn't want to run the risk of killing himself or someone else while texting and driving so he'd wait and see what was going on once he got there, which seemed like a fair decision. Jake could see her house coming into view and slowed his car as he came closer and closer spotting Emma's but few others as he came to a stop. "Aw damn." He complained turning the key, everything falling silent around him as he did so "I'm early." Jakob continued to complain as he climbed out of the vehicle and walked up to where he saw Parker, Manda and Emma standing sort of huddled together. With Emma's back facing him Jakob walked up behind his girlfriend quietly and snaked his arms around her lower waist and rested his chin on her shoulder for a second before shifting his eyes so he could sort of see her "What's a sexy thing like you doing here so early?" He asked playfully before looking at her older brother and Manda. . .Emma's older brother already seemingly pissed off about something "Sup Parker?" Jake asked casually moving his eyes from his girlfriend to her older brother.

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A power struggle. It was a freakin' power struggle! Emmett was 21 years old, owned not one but two of New York Cities hottest night clubs, was frequently pictured or written about in some of the most respected magazines known to Hollywood and the tabloids, but his parents still told him what to do! It was sickening, utterly sickening! Here Emmett was in his prime, a thriving business, money to spare, and all around sex appeal, but he still felt like that creepy 40 year old man who still lived in his mother's basement playing dunces and dragons or World of Warcraft. Freakin' mom and dad. . .He, and his brothers, should have known that his parents would have pulled such a dirty trick. . .Giving them one of the best skylofts money could buy, only to hold it over their heads. . .Emmett and his brother's seemed to be at the mercy of mom and dad just because they paid the rent. Pathetic. Emmett didn't know why he'd refused and just found his own place so he could do what he wanted, when he wanted. . .After all it wasn't like he couldn't afford his own tribeca skyloft that was equally as nice. Due to recent events, Emmett had been seriously considering moving out and getting his own place, but something was keeping him here and he wasn't quite sure what it was. It wasn't like Emmett hated sharing a large apartment with his brother's, in fact he loved the company most of the time, but surely he wouldn't have stuck around for the sibling rivalry or anything, and it sure as hell wasn't because there were four new females moving in with them.

After mom and dad made that announcement, Emmett wasn't really sure what to think. . .What kind of self respecting parent would throw four girls and four guys together in the same loft? What the hell did they think would happen? Sitting around the fireplace, holding hands and singing kumbaya? Certainly his parents weren't that daft, but to this day Emmett still wondered what ran through his parents minds when they thought that would actually be a good idea. Initially though, Emmett was mad about the whole thing, furious! And he wasn't upset about the four girls coming to live with them, no, he was irate that it was their parents doing, so to speak. . .It had been a fair proposition at first, but they pulled the 'it will look charitable' card and when that didn't smooth over, it quickly changed to the money aspect. . .Soo mature of two grown people. Even if taking in four wannabe girls would look charitable and certainly work wonders for the press, the fact still remained: They were sharing the apartment against their will all because mommy and daddy paid the God damned rent. Not only that, but having Piper around was plenty of female for this place. Piper! What a bitch! Never once in his life had Emmett met someone so self-absorbed or idiotic for that matter. She was hot, so so hot, but even to shallow Emmett Caine, someone who couldn't make it through a single sentence without spacing out didn't amuse him for long. . .The only good thing about Piper were the kinky things she'd do when she got drunk, and the fact that she was an heiress to an oil company. Other than that, she was severly lacking in redeeming qualities.

Last night had been one helluva night. . .Owning two clubs was stressful that was no doubt. . .Nobody ever seems to realize how hard it is to find racy bar tenders who don't end up stealing your booze supply, bands or DJs who don't quit on you ten minutes before they're supposed to be there, or people who think the red velvet ropes are no more than required decorations. . .It's called V.I.P for a reason!! However, Emmett handled the stress very well, for the most part, and about once a week he'd let his hair down and enjoy the club empire he'd worked so hard to create. While there had been problems at the start, Emmett had worked hard to make both of his clubs, Social and Gold, worthy of celebrities and only those who could handle the filthy streats of New York City. . .And that's exactly what he had managed to do. Celebrity figures were regulars at both clubs and now they were used for famous after parties which were always very stressful but incredibly rewarding for Emmett. As for last night, neither Gold nor Social were used for an after party or some brat's 21st birthday, it was a regular night. . .Which meant that it was long for Emmett. While nothing out of the ordinary had happened there was the usual drama: Someone trying to snort Cocain behind curtains in the VIP section, some indecent exposure thanks to a couple of strangers getting a little to sexual with one another, bouncers escourting a group of obscenely drunken people out of the club and a Pre-Madonna breaking her nail and filing a complaint. All in a nights work for Emmett, but despite some of the depraved activities that occured at his famous clubs, he loved it! Truly loved it! Even if he was always the last one to get home, and last person to wake up in the morning. . .Or early afternoon.

There was talk coming from somewhere in the loft and more than anything, Emmett wanted it to stop. . .Did neither of them have respect for the one brother who didn't work regular daytime hours! They couldn't all be intimidating stock brokers or movie directors! Sure, Emmett knew that his brother's worked incredibly hard at what they did, and he knew it wasn't easy, but you rarely saw them out making phone calls or furiously poking at their Blackberries at four o' clock in the morning. Was there no respect? Fuming for a moment, Emmett rolled around in his bed attempting to find another comfortable position to fall asleep in, but even he knew that wasn't going to happen at this point, especially now that those damned girls were starting to file in. Hah!! Those small town girls had no idea what they'd be in for here in the concrete jungle. . .While Emmett honestly had no problem with the girl's themselves, he was anxiously awaiting to see how they handled the vermon and brutal beasts of New York City because something was telling Emmett that it was definitely going to be quite the show. Most importantly though was the fact that Emmett and his brother's were oh so keen on getting the girls out of their happy home, whatever their motivation was, Emmett's was to prove a point to mom and dad. . .For some time now he thought he'd done that, but apparently not. As he laid there in his bed, rolling about desperately, Emmett finally gave up and smirked to himself, face half-burried in his pillow. "Show time." He mumbled deviously to himself, more than ready to show these girls what they'd have to look forward to as long as they stayed here.

After rolling out of bed, Emmett stretched and yawned before shuffling into the bathroom where he took a whazz and resurfaced. Knowing that he wasn't looking to impress anyone with his wardrobe, Emmett tossed his gym shorts carelessly on the floor I wonder how they'd react if I walked out there naked? Emmett thought with a sly snigger as he pulled out a black tank-top and pair of old jeans that held some very interesting substances either secreted or spilled on them. After feeding a belt through the jeans, Emmett looked at himself in the mirror before he loosened the belt and allowed the back part of his jeans to sag down around his a**, superman boxer briefs adding the final touch to his appearance. Perfect." He said satisfied with himself, more than ready to show those ladies how charming and irresistable he was. With bare feet, Emmett left the safety of his room and began sloppily walking through the sky loft until he was in the kitchen with his three brothers and the prissy newbies. Emmett hadn't showered so he was sporting a rather alluring odor, he hadn't brushed his teeth, so he had morning breath and he hadn't shaved either so there were traces of stubble lining his jaw, chin and upper lip. Sexy! The ladies would jump his bones for sure now! "Bros." Emmett greeted his brothers casually, ignoring the girls as he shamelssly pulled the fridge open and began pawing around inside for the milk carton. Once found, Emmett grabbed the carton, closed the fridge door and immediately took a robust drink from the carton. When he was finished with that, Emmett slammed the plastic carton down on the carton and sighed before running his forearm across his mouth to get rid of the milk moustache, but he wasn't quite finished. Seconds after ridding himself of the moustache, Emmett let out a loud and hearty belch.

Normally, Emmett was much more charming, groomed and all around attractive, but he had an impression to make, and he wasn't going to spare these girls the dirty details. Leaning against the island, Emmett looked over at the girls and then his face lit up dramatically. "Oh my God!!" He shouted, sounding rather excited. "The girls are here! Why did nobody tell me!!" Emmett carried on dramatically, looking much like a five year old who had just met Mickey Mouse for the first time. "Welcome to Tribeca ladies!!" Emmett continued on, holding his arms out as if presenting the humble abode, but in the process of doing so, the 21 year old acted as if he'd caught a whiff of his own, charming aroma. "Whooo!" He exlcaimed, wrinkling his nose in a disgusted manner. "Probably should have showered first." Emmett commented loudly, but not nearly as loud or obnoxiously as he had before. Now it was time for the finale. Making sure he remembered the manners his parents had taught him, Emmett began approaching the small cluster of girls, but en route he shamelessly groped and scratched his 'package' before shaking their hands individiually, but instead of shaking their hands with care and daintiness, Emmett shook them much like he'd shake a fellow guy's hand; Sporatically! I'm Emmett and these are my brothers. . ." He said, shaking the last one's hand Ya! let that one sink in sweetheart.


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A n d y the sarcastic ♣

If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you.

This could not have turned out any worse! A fun party out at sea on a 'five star yatch' if that's how they were related. Good music, booze, and just the over all feeling of being rebelious and stealing a boat, sure it was nothing like Ian stealing a car at 13 and it wasn't Andy who actually stole the boat but just being a part of the 'grand scheme' was fun enough. Then it all came to a crash and burn. . .literally, who would have honestly thought eight rich teenagers from the hills would end up shipwrecked? Andy certainly didn't forsee such an event but now he'd become the next castaway along with his best friends, well there's a plus. Andy thought sarcastically, to be stuck on this wonderful island with no cell phone service, contact with the outside world, food, water that wasn't filled with salt, and most importantly no hot night clubs as far as the eye could see, only palm trees, and there are plenty of those in California. Andy thought walked aimlessly along the beachline. Andy really did enjoy his friends and loved hanging out with them, his thoughts were nothing personal he was just pissed off about the current situation at hand, after all finding yourself crash landed on an island in the middle of God knows where with almost no hope of surviving. Peachy. "If it hadn't of been for that stupid a** storm, and forgetting to drop anchor of all things, we'd be back in our beds sleeping this all over." Andy said still shuffling his feet in the sand as he made his way around the shoreline.

"I can only imagine who's going to kill each other first." Andy mused kicking a small rock as he walked, head downcast as he continued swaying lazily from side to side as he walked. Of course there were other more serious thoughts running around inside Andrew's head as he mulled all of this over in his mind, only to stop and look over his shoulder to see the boat somewhat mangled from the rough waves and rocky shore, it was actually amazing that they had emerged in one piece. . .in fact it was amazing that they were fortunate enough to get caught in a storm, but who really cared anyway? They were lucky to be alive, but having the mentality of 'I get what I want when I want it' being 'alive' and 'well' was the last thing on Andy's mind and probably his friends too, he was too preoccupied with being upset about the whole thing. I guess we'll have beach front property until we rot to death, Any thought an ironic sort of smirk spreading across his downcast face. Hey just because you were stuck on a deserted didn't mean your sense of humor had to slam against a rock too. With a sigh Andy shoved his hands in his pockets and looked back out over the horizon, it stretched on and on forever and there was nothing but water. . .water. . .and more water, he could feel anxiety building in the pit of his stomach at this. Reality hadn't quite set in and it probably would soon, and when it did. . .there would probably be extreme melt downs and fits of crying.

Trying to supress the anxieties that were brewing deep in his stomach Andy started walking again, only after bending over and picking up the rock off the sandy surface of the beach. I mean really? How hard is it to remember to drop anchor? Andy began on that subject again not really wanting to blame his friends for that, after all it was a simple mistake anyone could have made it, or remembered to drop it whether they were the captain or not. . .a mistake that landed us here! He reminded himself still trying to wrap his mind around actually being stranded, how his parents and sisters would react once they didn't find their little Andy in his bed the next morning. . .when the public would actually hear about eight teenagers going missing randomly. That's a scary thought, Andy thought deciding to go back and join his friends again or find them. . .whichever came first, we'll end up the latest story on Fox news and not in a good way, Andrew thought tossing the little rock into the ocean where it skipped a few times and then plopped down into the ocean. Andy sighed once again and continued walking back towards the boat that was probably slowly beginning to sink or whatever, it was weird to think that in a short amount of time they could be sleeping in a cave but even more daunting was the idea of survival and how they were going to pull that off, sure eating mainly fruit would work for a little while but you could only take so much fruit before you needed another form of sustinance. Pushing those thoughts aside Andy continued making his way back to wherever his friends should be unless they had decided they needed a little walk of their own.

While walking along the mushy beach as the waves washed over his bear feet Andy let out a long yawn and sort of stretched, as if waking up even though he had never really drifted off in the first place. This was actually their first time off the boat since they had crashed the night before. . .probably too afraid to go out and explore, after all they didn't know if this island was uninhabited. . .for all they knew some sort of native tribe could be living here, "That would sure make things fun." Andy mumbled to himself sarcastically as the cool water once again lapped at his bare, tan feet. "They find a bunch of LA brats and decide to fry them up for dinner." He chuckled to himself, still in denial about this whole thing yet at the same time convinced that they would die. . .but that was just nervousness and pesimistic views that Andy tended to express. As he approached the boat he could see someone standing by the railing, from the looks of it they were obviously a girl and most likely Jo. . .one of the two who had stolen the boat. Andrew and Josephina shared a deadly desire for motor vehicles, ever since day one Andy had been in love with cars, by the ripe old age of 18 months he could name every car in any given parking lot. . .not model but make, both came later in life. However, Andrew didn't race as much as Jo did, after all what if something happened to his bright yellow GTO. . .it would be a tragic day to see that thing wrapped around a pole, or pink slipped away to some other bone headed driver. However, Andy's Pontiac was the last thing on his mind, sure he'd probably think about the stupid thing and miss it, but he was stranded! As were his other friends, but still. . .survival and obviously getting off the island were the major things on his mind.

Taking his time Andy came closer and closer to the boat and could now tell that his premonition had been correct, it was Josephina standing there by the railing. He had a compelling urge to shout something at her but the mood was much to somber to yell something playful like 'HEY GOOD LOOKIN! WHAT'S COOKIN!!' or something lame and cheesy like that. . .those types of things were more for a beach party or a casual yet unexpected meeting. Andy was also a little upset with Jo. . .after all she and her rebelious brother Ian had forgotten to drop anchor, although Andrew kept trying to remind himself that it was ALL their faults, after all how hard was it for any one of them to drop a self sinking piece of metal into the ocean. . .pushing those thoughts aside Andrew had finally reached the boat, noticing that Jo seemed horribly distracted and deep in thought at the moment. Skillfully and at the same time stealthily he scaled the side of the boat and managed to climb aboard without using the ladder or anything. . .just the leverage provided between the rock and the landrun yatch. Andy flung himself up over the rail and landed with a soft thud against the 'floor' or whatever it was called of the boat. While standing there motionless for a moment Andy wondered whether anyone else had surfaced or if it were just he and Jo up here. . .no doubt if Coop was up, he'd be undressing Jo with his eyes and making further movements on her. Shaking those thoughts out of his mind Andy decided that he'd go and shoot the bees with Josephina, after all there wasn't really anything else to do at the moment. You could always find food or water, he told himself but ignored those thoughts.

"Hey Jojo." Andy said trying to sound cheerful but it came out as more of a depressed sigh. Andrew stood beside her and leaned on the rail, elbows propping his body up as his hands dangled lazily over the edge of the railing taking a moment to look out over the sparkling sea water that would probably be their scenery for the next several. . .however long they lasted. "Anyone left the cabin yet. . .or recently?" He asked calmly still looking out over the Pacific Ocean and letting a long sigh escape his lips "I doubt any of them actually slept anyway." He scoffed slightly at that rolling his eyes in addition to the spite in his voice "Even though it feels kind of pointless and horribly obvious. . .we need to figure out a way to survive, or call for help. . .other than our phones and the radio thing." He trailed off feeling the reality sinking in more and more as he talked.

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The metropolis of Tampa, Florida had disappeared long ago in exchange for a nice ocean drive that seemed to go on forever and ever until they had reached the pan handle of florida and continued traveling north all the way through Georgia, South and North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland and finally the tiny and seemingly isolated state of New Orleans. DJ couldn't remember when exactly he and his mom had headed out but it was far too early in the morning for his liking but he and his mom had a 16 hour drive ahead of them and stopping midway wasn't an option, even in a sleezy Motel 6, the bills and other expenses wouldn't allow for it, DJ was even doubtful that their pitiful Chevrolet would even be able to handle the log treck. The frame rattled loudly and the engine whined once you got it up to 70 mph and it had well over 200,000 miles on it, but once again money was tight and a new car wasn't in the budget either. . .in fact DJ's family could barely afford to send him here but he'd watched his mom scrape and save every penny just to see her son come home sober, so how could he disappoint her after that? DJ was a firm alcoholic and had no intentions of changing that, even the thought of becoming a violent, jail bird like his alcoholic father didn't seem to phase him at all, he needed his booze and that's all he really cared about. His extreme addiction had gotten to the point of where he could barely even function at his peak but it was also the defining decision in sending the boy to rehab, the alcohol had poisened him and well. . .DJ was just glad he was here today because of that stupid mishap. He knew that he was on the fast track to a life in miserable hell but DJ didn't know what to do in order to save himself and he supposed this was the only way out. . .but even he knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he had to keep in mind that it was all for his benefit and he also had to remember all his mother had sacrificed, so coming home sober was not merely an option but a must.

DJ had no idea how long he had been asleep but somewhere along the Maryland/Deleware border he was rudely awakened when his mother drove right over a pot hole, causing the pitiful Lumina to rattle and jerk violently "Sorry." His mother said passivly unable to tear her eyes away from the road. Stirring slightly DJ lifted his head off the cool glass of the passenger door window and looked sleepily out the windsheild as the road stretched onward and the trees on either side of the road stretching just as far. The rain pattered against the windshield as DJ continued to stare blankly out in front of him, not really daring to go back to sleep since he was already up and knew better than to try and go back to sleep again. Taking a moment he looked down at the digital clock on the dashboard and read that it was somewhere around 3:30 "Where are we?" He asked with little emotion in his voice, looking over at his mother DJ saw a thoughtful expression wash over her face, nearly seeing that she had no idea where exactly they were other than what state they were in. "I'd say about an hour and 15 away from the center." She guessed, DJ figuring that she had taken a complete shot in the dark on that one. With an unamused sigh he dug through the deep pockets of his baggy pants and pulled out his mp3 player that he had. . .gotten his hands on and plugged the second hand earbuds in his ear and let the music fill his ears and hopefully take his mind off the looming hell that was sure to be rehabilitation for teenage addicts.

As the journey continued on the rain only seemed to carry on, pattering against the windshield as the wipers did their best to wipe away the water, but only managed to smear it around. Then off in the distance DJ could see a settlement coming into view and looked at the clock and soon realized that this was probably his stop. . .he'd be spending the next 9 months here, away from Tampa, home, mom, his aunt, his friends, the gang life (Although as far as DJ was concerned, taht was a good thing), and most of all. . .alcohol, the thought sent uncomfortable shivers up his spine. In fact, right now he was craving a good strong drink just to settle his nerves but because he was beginning to feel the, so far, mild onset of withrawal. Normally he would have stashed all the booze he could get his hands on but before they left his mother had decided to conduct a very thorough search of his things and came across the two bottles filled with straight Crown and a few beers for what DJ considered, a quick pick me up. Safe to say he had no alcohol on board now. DJ tried to force the need to the back of his mind which wasn't that hard once he could see the modern looking building coming into view, his new home for the next nine months. He could feel his throat constricting and his nerves begin to tingle uncomfortably as his mother manuvered the Chevy over the curb and drove around to where some other kids were being dropped off but instead of throwing him out on the side walk she pulled into one of the parking places semi-close to where he saw a few teenagers standing by a door. Why haven't they gone inside yet, DJ thought as the engine rattled to a complete stall and then went silent. With a sigh DJ tucked his mp3 back in his pocket and pushed the passenger door open with an irritating squeak.

Jerking his jeans up as he made his way towards the back of the faded blue vehicle, DJ hoisted the trunk open and pulled out the two whole suitcases he had packed the day before and set them on the wet ground and slammed the trunk door shut as the rain continued to beat down. DJ made a motion to pick his bags up and head for the area where the others were standing, waiting, but saw his mother climbing out of the Lumina and closing the door behind her "Ma, what are you doing?" He asked bemused but looked down at his short mother not sure whether they were tears in her eyes or if it was somehow the rain but DJ knew what they actually wore. "I'm gonna miss you baby." She said scooping her son into a hug, which DJ returned "I'll miss you too." He said trying to sound as sincere as he had meant but couldn't find it in himself and with one final pat on the back his mother uncoiled her arms and looked over her 16 year old son for a moment and then turned on her heal and climbed back in the Chevy. Making a quick motion, DJ quickly picked up his bags and got ouf of the way of the backing car and made his way to the front door where the others were standing. As he walked he could hear the beat up car squealing off down the street, either headed for the cheapest motel in town or back to Tampa.

Standing with the others, under the awning, watching the rain beat down, DJ sat his bags down and leaned against the wall not even attempting to make some sort of conversation with the others. Shoving his hands in the deep pockets of his saggy pants DJ took only a few seconds to study the others standing with him, so far he was the only guy to arrive at rehab, lucky me, he thought not sure whether that was exactly a good thing at the moment considering that it was pretty obvious what one girl was here for if her outfit was anything to go off of, while malibu barbie sat over there on a bench, nose stuck up in the air like the Beverly Hills show dog DJ figured her to be. Although he couldn't deny that both girls were attractive to say the least, his eyes lingering to another entity in the vicinity, listening to her mp3 player and sporting the 'get the f*ck away' from me look, DJ noticed that she had a guitar with her but that was no contributing factor in telling that she was a total dope head. Just as DJ was looking everyone over he figured that the others were doing much the same, or had already don it. . .well not to him anyway and he knew that eventually he'd feel the piercing eyes linger to him in the next few seconds. However, something interupted the droning and annoying silence. The glass door swung open almost silently but managed to slam shut as a chubby woman wearing polyesther (sp) obviously since it pulled and stretched in all the wron places. She had dark brown hair styled as if she'd walked right out of the 90s and if DJ had anything to say, she was wearing too much make up.

"Only four of you so far, hmm. . .I thought there'd be more." She mumbled mainly to herself and the minute DJ heard her speak he knew that she was the peppy bubbly type, probably the hot cheerleader back in the day but time had definetly changed that. "No matter." She mumbled once again, her voice sounding a little more sincere now, but there was an essence of firmness and if DJ could think anything else of the first impression was that she could probably be a total b*tch if she needed to be "Um welcome to Greenlake Rehab, I'm Caroline Bates and am one of the secretarys here at the rehabilitation centers." She paused if only for a moment "Now if you'll just follow me we'll get you squared away and up in your rooms before the orientation ceremony starts, but with the lack of. . .others, we might have to hold off on the whole orientation business." Mumbling the last part to herself but quickly Ms. Caroline or whatever she wanted to be called, regained her composure and ushered all the screwed up kids forwad with one hand. Not really sure what else to do, DJ shrugged, pushed himself up off the wall and stepped inside the cool and ultra modern and sleek structure that was Green Lake Rehabilitation. Carrying his bags with him DJ was obviously the first to actually get this whole 'squared away' business taken care of since Ms. Bates was smiling sweetly at him and motioning him to her desk. Quietly DJ walked over to her desk and leaned against it for a moment as she got herself situated at the computer.

"Alright, name?" She began the obvious questioning, taking a moment DJ responded "Darnell Coleson." He said almost cautiously as she immediately went to work pounding the keys out of the keyboard, obviously pulling up some information on him. "Tampa? 16?" She asked probably double checking or something, DJ only nodded. With yet another smile, Caroline typed some more and clicked a few times and then the printer made a few grinding digital noises and spate a few papers out. Feeling sort of awkward Caroline gathered the papers and passed them over to the desk, DJ taking them and looking over them, his scheduel, a map of the center, and a room key. . .the printer obviously hadn't spat that out. "You're in room 390, with Miss Parker." She said sweetly, MISS, DJ thought, I'm sharing a room with a girl!?!? he thought feeling self conscious, what kind of place is this? It's like they're setting us up to. . ."Orientation is in Auditorium A, you can find it on your map. . .be sure to be there no later than 5:00 or they won't let you in." DJ only nodded and moved aside so the next person in line could get their information.

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It was actually warmer here in Jersey than Ian had previously thought, despite being up north the sun still beat down relentlessly and the humidity, while not as extreme as Miami, still clung heavily in the air. Even still the atmosphere was refreshing. . .A change of scenery was exactly what Ian pretty boy had been needing. . .Unfortunately he wasn’t here solely for vacation though, this was a trip that not only came with the perk of being free but the downside of actually having to exert manual labor and not in the form of dumbbells or bench press, but in blood sweat and tears. Perhaps that was a bit exaggerated, but Ian was here with his best buds on what seemed like some kind of intercontinental ‘mission trip’. . .Their mission task specializing in the construction of little beach cottages for visitors willing enough to pay the price for renting such upper crust cottages that probably cost less to build than they did to lease. Either way things here in Jersey seemed much more uplifting and ‘new’. . .Of course, that could have something to do with all the parties, under aged drinking, and sex; Which Miami did have, but there was only so much fun you could have back home before experiencing it all. New Jersey was well new to Ian and even though there was a striking similarity to the life he lead back in Florida it was always nice to get away, even if it did mean having to put forth a little effort; Besides, the trip was free. . .Who would be dumb enough to pass that opportunity up, certainly not Ian Bradshaw.

Sighing contently to himself, Ian lay flat against the firm sand of the beach, the waves lapping peacefully at the shore as he gazed up into the clear blue sky. “Not a cloud in site.” Ian mumbled happily to himself as he wiggled his toes momentarily before looking back up into the sky, over priced sunglasses being the only thing protecting his eyes from the brightness of the midday sun. Currently, Ian was at peace with the world, it was nice to lay down and relax after a couple days of beach volleyball, surfing a few swells and late night beach parties full of people with a fist pump that would put even Mike ‘the situation’ to shame. Naturally, Ian liked to party and everything but he had no idea how these people went hardcore like that night after night for most of the summer, at least that’s what Ian had guessed. They make us Floridians look like wimps. Ian mentally chuckled to himself, closing his eyes momentarily before the sound of approaching voices caught his attention. Opening his eyes, all he came to find were a few young beach goers walking the shore, stopping occasionally to look at a shell or splash water at one another, typical beach behavior. Personally, Ian loved the beach but he didn’t know if the ‘beach hobo’ lifestyle was for him. . .That always seemed like more of Jason’s thing, that kid could live on a surf board and he’d never need anything else to make him happy, life was simpler that way Ian supposed.

Yawning as he kept his hands behind his head, Ian closed his eyes once more and decided that he deserved a few more minutes of R&R before he actually started doing anything, and hopefully the supervisor of this house construction wouldn’t mind that. . .Not like anyone was really working on finishing this particular cottage anyway. As he laid there in all his pretty boy glory, Ian took in other sounds than just the birds chirping and little kids running around splashing in the water. From where he was positioned, Ian could easily hear the noise from the nearby pier. Like any other place on the beach that supported activities other than tanning and sand castles, the pier was full of recreational things like carnival games, vendors willing to sell anything and everything for the right price, arcade games, snack stands with large clumps of cotton candy and heavily buttered popcorn. By now though, Ian had already taken a stroll on over there and came to find that, like everywhere else he seemed to go at night time, there was loud music, partying, alcohol and people having sloppy sex wherever they saw fit. Ian himself had hooked up once. . .maybe twice since arriving. . .One of those times being the night he and his friends had visited the pier, which was actually last night now that he thought about it. There had been a few drinks, just enough to get tipsy because Ian didn’t want to build a house on a massive hangover. . .Past that Ian didn’t really remember a whole lot about what happened next except that her name might have started with a V. . .maybe a T, she had dark hair and dark skin. . .Then a dark and seemingly secluded corner somewhere. . .

Shaking himself mentally, Ian opened his eyes and looked around the beach scene; his eyes landing on a firm concrete foundation and a few half-built walls constructed of two by fours being situated where he assumed the walls were supposed to go. Looking at this for a moment, Ian groaned “I know it’s a free trip and all but I think I’d rather pay and relax than have to compensate through building shit.” He said to himself, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow, eyes still trained on the moving construction sight. “Besides. . .Could you imagine me in a hard hat and these boardshorts?” He continued on, mostly talking to himself “I don’t think so.” The boy said, picking his black Yankees cap up off the sand and plopping it on his head, the flat bill turned backwards, authentic sticker thing glinting slightly in the sunlight. Even though Ian really had no desire to exert himself today, he knew that he’d probably feel guilty if he didn’t help out with the effort at some point. . .Then again it looked like the rest of his friends were goofing off as well, but maybe that was just his own imagination. Either way Ian knew that if he didn’t at least pick up a hammer and look like he was doing something he was bound to get yelled at or something else. Pursing his lips at that thought, Ian still made no effort to move but he was still looking over at the miniscule construction site with a tiny bit of interest.

If you look at it this way. Ian began thinking to himself, trying to pull anything that might motivate him to actually move from his spot. Lifting all that wood and other crap would be a good workout. . . He trailed off, obviously giving this a little more thought than he really wanted. Sure it wouldn’t be like going to the gym but anything that’ll help this bod look even better. . . Even though it sounded like someone else was trying to persuade him, Ian knew how very well he could talk him into doing things as awkward as that sounded. . .Not to mention he knew that he’d have to help at some point, but if it involved bettering the way he looked then that made the task look much easier and more desirable, even if it was something as monumental as building a cottage. Besides, what girl wouldn’t stop and stare if they saw him work up a sweat while performing some real manly work?

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So mom and dad actually wanted him to date someone whom he wasn't already engaged to marry! That was a miracle in and of itself but for the first time ever, Sav actually felt like his whole school life didn't have to be a complete secret. Which was the best news he could have ever received, even though his time at Degrassi was dwindling considerably. However, Holly freaking J had to just ruin it all even though she was the one who actually got the ball rolling. Going into that 'no strigs' relationship, Sav should have known there was no such thing as a 'no strings attatched' relationship, it was impossible. And somehow discussing an expiration date with Holly J prior to getting together didn't make this little break-up any easier. However, he and Anya had broken up and gotten back together a million times before they called it quits for real, so maybe there was some hope left. At the moment, though, Sav was feeling a little too shell shocked and maybe a bit too depressed to really try and mend the whole thing. Perhaps getting away for a couple weeks would be a good thing, even if he was bored at home most of the time. . .Then again there was that party tonight up in Toronto and Bianca had said something about another party on FaceRange. . .But Sav didn't really wanna dabble too much in the mess that is Bianca DeSousa because that would be yet another slap in the face for his little sister, Alli. After all, asking Drew to be the drummer for his live demo was a good idea in theory, but in practice it had sort of blown up in his face. . .So anything attatched to Drew Torres was a big fat no no.

Sav aimlessly strummed on his guitar as he lay flat on one of the tables in the empty music room. Class was almost over and Sav had given up on doing anything more after the minute hand reached the 9 on the clock. Even though he enjoyed his free period in the music room, today he just wanted to leave school early, partially because Degrassi was letting out for a two week break and he sorta wanted to go to this party everyone had been talking about. Perhaps it would get his mind off things for a couple hours, but of course he figured that Holly J was going to be there, so going might have been counter productive, but Sav was feeling a little indifferent about that at the moment. It was times like these where he wished that Spinner, Peter and the other members of Studs hadn't graduated on him, but that's how life worked. . .Besides, he'd be going off to University next year to pursue his own career in music, hopefully. "Ugh!" He groaned theatrically while sitting up and looking over at the clock on the nearby wall. 2:55. Five more minutes. Somebody kill me. Sav thought to himself while pursing his lips defiantly at the menacing clock. Although, he had to admit that strumming his guitar lazily had passed a good amount of time, he just hoped that Simpson or his other goons hadn't spotted him 'goofing off' because any amount of fun or unacademic related activities were strictly prohibited within the sacred halls of Degrassi Community School.

Trying to pass his time as best as he could, Sav began strumming a few of the chords to the Studs song, House Arrest. Come to think of it, he and Anya had just broken up when they had made the music video for that. At the memory, Sav couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself in a 'good times, good times.' manner. "Maybe I can keep myself busy with pres work. . ." Sav mused to himself, still plucking at the guitar strings but quickly realized that president work meant involvement with Holly J. . .Of course, he'd just have to man up and deal with it, besides he only had one more semester left at Degrassi before graduation. While the thought of graduation was a bit of a relief, it was kind of a sad one too. . .Sav had spent the past few years going to school here; Enduring all sorts of drama and so many memories. To think he'd be leaving was kind of depressing, but at the same time it was time to move on with life. Slowly beginning to lose himself in his own thoughts and notes of the music he was playing, Savtaj quietly began singing the lyrics to House Arrest to himself, at least until the final bell sounded loudly. Jumping slightly at the sound of the loud bell, he couldn't help but feel extremely relieved that school was finally over! "Finally, geez." He groaned, sliding off the table "I thought that was gonna last forever." Sav continued as he gathered his things and began to put his guitar back in it's case. Although, as he closed the lid and snapped it shut, he heard someone entering the music room, followed by an extremely familiar voice.

Turning to see his younger sister Alli, Sav watched as she approached him, obviously wanting something. When she asked how it was going, Sav chuckled "Oh you know." He started very casually, hoisting himself back up onto the table. "You know, same old same old." He shrugged while sitting atop the table, watching his sister as she too sat down beside him. So she wanted money for the Dot? Surprise, surprise! "You need money? I'm shocked!" Sav feigned as Alli pulled on his arm charasmatically, almost like a small child begging for candy. "Well, let me see what I've got." Sav said before pulling out his wallet and thumbing through the few bills folded neatly inside the pouch. "You sure five bucks is gonna be enough?" He double checked while pulling a few crumpled bills and handing them over to his sister. "Here." Sav said while handing over the money. "And remember, stay out of trouble, Alli." Sav warned, but with a friendly sort of smile. After having a brief intervention with Alli while in Johnny's dorm room, Sav had promised to 'have Alli's back' when it came to their parents, and so far he'd kept his promise, but at the same time there were some things he knew that he couldn't protect her from when it came to mom and dad. "And if you see Peter there, tell him I said hi!" Sav called after his sister as she made her way out of the music and out into the relatively crowded hallways. When Alli was out of site, Sav sighed before sliding off the table again and began gathering the last of his things.

With his guitar strapped securely to his back, Sav left the music room and began making his way to his locker where he deposited several of the things he knew he didn't need for the break.

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Connor was glad that Drake had given him a ride to the party, but so far Connor was kind of disappointed with this party. And he wasn't sure whether he was more disappointed because the other school showed up or because he had set his expectations a little too high for what was supposed to be a crazy high school party. After all weren't people supposed to be bouncing off the walls and doing crazy, stupid stuff? So far the craziest thing Connor had seen was someone falling into the waves because they had either lost their balance or tripped over their own feet. However, things were beginning to pick up, but that didn't keep Connor from being a complete wall flower. . .The freshie had expected as much considering none of the upperclassman talked to him, and the majority of the party was juniors and seniors. . .As for the East High kids, they weren't about to give a Knight freshman a passing glance unless they thought a good prank was a marvelous idea; Which kind of worried Connor considering he didn't wanna be tossed into a filthy dumpster or de-pants in front of everyone. I should have worn cooler underwear. Connor thought to himself just in case someone decided they'd try and yank his shorts down. It seemed like the only time other students cared to pay attention to freshman was when they were being humiliated. Such was life, but it was only one year and it would fly by. . .Unlike this party. Connor had been here for around half an hour and surely the crowd had grown but people were still just talking and drinking lightly apparently because not a single person was drunk yet. . .But there were a few wobbly people, which were amusing.

Sighing to himself, Connor dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone to make sure he hadn't missed a text message, but he hadn't much to his dismay. "Where are they?" Connor mumbled under his breath, obviously talking about the twins who were nowhere to be found. Feeling awkward and as if he should just call his mom to come and pick him up, Connor slid his phone back in his pocket and looked out at the crowd again; Arms folded over his chest as he pursed his lips. If Gracie and Gemma aren't here within the next half hour and I'm still standing here like an idiot, I'm leaving. . . He thought to himself, wondering if this was going to be his last high school party ever, but figured he'd give partying another try if this one didn't work out so well. Pushing air through his lips, Connor looked to his side and noticed that the drink table wasn't too far away. Aside from a couple of strangers who were obviously flirting, Connor looked at a few of the pretty bottles adorning the tables: Some of them looked fancy and expensive while others looked like cheap gasoline beer. There were a couple of kegs as well among some other, more frilly looking drinks and other things. As he observed the beer table, Connor couldn't help but wonder if maybe he'd have a better time if he got a little more involved. . .Like have a drink or two just to see what would happen? After all he was in high school now! It was time to expirament and discover what the world was really like past the playground and wooden desks. However, the advice about drug abuse and alcohol awareness courtesy of the DARE program and it's instructor, Sheriff Patty Minkler, began playing over in Connor's head. However, as he watched his fellow classmates and those who weren't so fellow, he couldn't help but wonder where the harm was in some underaged drinking.

Deciding against it for now, Connor was momentarily distracted by the sound of a relatively beefy engine pulling up. Looking over at the direction in which the sound had come from, Connor had spotted someone backing ther pimped up Ford Expedition up to the party scene. Connor was confused by this, but he could hear the low base pumping through it's speakers and further buzzing through his bones. "It's about time we got some tunes." Connor said happily to himself as the guy turned up the music and opened the hatch so the speakers and sub woofer (sp?) could beat and hum freely. Even though Connor played football, he loved music as well! Sure he didn't write his own songs or play the guitar, but he did sing in the shower. . .a lot, and he could be quite the break dancer if given the opportunity. At this point, though, Connor was much too shy to start randomly body rocking in front of everyone; Besides, he was fairly certain that one of the older kids would show him up no sweat, so he stayed in his respective location. However, Connor soon found himself bobbing subtly to the beat of the music, whatever the actual song was. Half-way through the second chorus, Connor suddenly felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and he couldn't help but sigh and smile with relief. "Finally!" He exhaled with relief as he pulled his phone out and read the message from Gemma; chuckling slightly as he did so before typing out a response and hitting the send button.

To: Gemma
From: Connor Freaking Davis
Yes! Thank God!! I was so bored and lonely standing
Here by myself lol! I will most definitely meet you guys
Out front! The party isn't that great by the way, I'm
Still hoping that it'll get better once you guys get here!
Psh! You know I still love you girrrllllll! jk lol ;D

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Connor immediately looked over at the parking lot for any sign of Jessica's car even though he had no idea what she drove. However, as he waited impatiently, Connor glanced back over at the booze table and more specifically the keg. There was a part of Connor that wanted to try some but the other part of him told him that it was just a bad idea. Maybe he and Gemma and Gracie could all take a drink just out of curiosity! It wasn't like Connor had never tasted alcohol before. . .He'd had half a shot of whiskey once because Alyson thought it would be funny to watch her younger brother cough and gasp for air as the beverage stung and slowly ate away at his throat. Then of course dad used to let him have a sip of his own beer when Connor was like three years old, but that was a long time ago. Sighing to himself, curiosity was getting the better of him and before he knew it, Connor's feet were taking him over to the table full of bottles and cheap beer cans. Just one beer. he told himself knowing good and well he didn't wanna get wasted or remotely drunk this evening. Feeling defeated, Connor grabbed one of the red plastic cups and held it under the spout of the keg as he pulled on the little nozel and watched the amber colored liquid trickle into the cup. Even though he'd already set limitations, Connor was already feeling extremely guilty for this but at the same time he was telling himself it was bound to happen sooner or later, so why not now? That still didn't snuff out the guilt though.

When the cup was about half-way full, Connor released the tap and pulled the cup away from the nozel. Standing there for a moment, Connor glanced over at the two strangers from before, but they were leaving the table and heading off somewhere else. . .Raising his eyebrows at this, Connor had a pretty good idea where or what those two were about to do. "If this car's a-rockin' don't come-a knockin!" He giggled to himself before recalling that he was supposed to meet the twins out front, which was probably where the parking lot met the beach. Holding the cup in his right hand, Connor began walking towards the parking lot and could hear the sound of the guys music and chit-chat fading behind him lightly. Once at the line where sand met black top, Connor looked down at the contents inside his cup. At first he scrunched his eyebrows together curiously before sniffing it. "GLAGH! Yuck!" He gagged, unable to believe people actually drank this stuff for leisure or to forget their own thoughts.

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Crumpled bumper, shattered headlight, dented grille and hood all on the right side of Vinnie's Honda Civic. Coming to a stop at the dimly lit stop sign at the corner of Parker Avenue and Stone Gate Boulevard, Vinnie glanced over at the light pole that had crumpled his bumper and dented his hood. "Stupid serpentine belt!" He mumbled to himself as he proceeded to turn left onto his own street recalling that afternoon when he went to take that very same corner. Although instead of turning a normal corner the serpentine belt slid off all the little gears and caused Vinnie's steering function on his Civic to fail. And at the time he was a little too preoccupied with the fact that he couldn't steer much more than a few inches to notice that he was still accelerating forward towards a hefty pole. And he didn't realize such a thing until he scaled the curb and crashed right into it. Safe to say it was an emberassing afternoon and it definetly shook him up quite well. But this little accident had happened about a month ago, Vinnie just didn't have the money nor the means to repair his beloved car. Staring out of the windshield as large rain drops smacked against it, Vinnie sped along the wet road in the direction of his house not really paying much attention to anything except the road and even that was a difficult task at this point.

However, over the past four months more than just the condition of Vinnie's car had changed. Shortly after Emilio had attacked and Vinnie was released from the hospital, he went and got a significant hair cut in hopes that it might make him look a little older, and getting rid of his finicy curls was a bonus too. And while Vinnie's hair was now easier to tame it still had it's curly habits and unfortunately getting his hair cut only made him look younger. . .so instead of looking like a senior in high school he now looked more like a sophomore, but Vinnie still liked his hair dew none the less, as did Carmen. Speaking of which, Vinnie was still the boyfriend of Carmen Romano, the two have been together happily for the past four and a half months and Vinnie couldn't be happier with the relationship. Taking things slow and just enjoying eachother's company as well as the physical benefits have satisfied Vinnie so far and he wouldn't have it any other way at this point. And surprisingly enough being closely related to immediate danger and the mafia haven't seemed to deter Carmen at all, unlike a few other relationships Vinnie had in the past, then again it turns out Carmen wasn't actually Italian. . .her grandfather had been adopted by an Italian family so the last name stuck, but the heritage wasn't the same, but Vinnie didn't care. . .sure his father wouldn't have been thrilled but the man was dead and most likely wouldn't bother Vinnie again. . .spoke too soon huh?

While speeding along the steady incline up to the chateau de Marino Vinnie glanced down at the digital clock which read 10:40. "Well." Vinnie said pleasantly surprised with himself at how much time had passed since he left his house to take Carmen back home. Originally he'd left at 9:50 and it only took about fifteen minutes to get to her house and back home if Vinnie drove the speed limit. . .which he never did. A dastardly sort of smirk spread across Vinnie's face as he recalled the time between when he left and when he dropped Carmen off. With that in mind though, he glanced up to the rear view mirror to see what he actually looked like now and about all that he found different was that his hair was unruly. While glancing between the road and the mirror, Vinnie used his free hand to at least try and fix his hair. Running his fingers through various spots repeatedly, Vinnie followed the twists and turns of the suburbian road almost to perfection until he saw his home of so many years coming into view which was close to the end of their street, or at least until it took a sharp turn and wrapped around the back of the Marino house and only continued to travel onward from there. "Well that's as good as it's going to get." Vinnie said satisfied with how his hair looked now as he sat back down in the cloth seat and wheeled the Honda back into it's typical spot in the driveway.

Turning the car off, Vinnie turned in his seat and grabbed his hoody that he had been wearing before he left and threw it over his arm before climbing out into the pouring rain. "Aw!" He complained loudly at the rain while re-adjusting his shirt and throwing his brown hoody on as quickly as possible. Vinnie pulled the cloth hood over his head before stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his hoody and then began running to the front door of his house, only finding refuge from the pouring rain when he was under the awning and pushing the front door open and stepping inside. "Brrrrrr!" He exclaimed as he shivvered from the cold but quickly proceeded to walk towards the stairs and ran up to his room. Once inside his cozy, second story room Vinnie threw off his damp hoody, and kicked off his shoes without a care before further gathering his bearings. But as soon as he did that, Vinnie realized something. . .he had figured out daddy's little piece of the puzzle, Mikie, Lindsey, Beth, Landon and Ari had figured out theirs. . .that was enough to put all the pieces together, or at least most of them. But now that the mental part was over, it would soon be time to retrieve the all powerful microchip, and it had to be done soon or Emilio would get it first, and certainly man kind wasn't ready for that to happen. The night before, Vinnie and the others had figured out that this sacred microchip was stored in their father's wedding ring, and after turning the house upside down trying to find it, they were able to come up with the only other option as to where the ring was located. Buried in the ground with their father.

Vinnie sat down on the edge of his bed for a moment while thinking about all of this. How was anyone going to sneak down to the cemetary and rob a grave all in one night without getting caught. Dr. Frankenstein did it! Vinnie thought stupidly to himself as he rested his elbows on his knees. But not only was it a difficult task, but it was a positively discusting one. . .after all what kind of a person dug up their own father's grave to pry a wedding band from his dead corpse? It was just sick. I guess dad had the right mindset though. Vinnie thought unable to believe that he had sort of given his father credit for having at least some smarts. But Vinnie had always known that Jack Marino was a very intelligent man, after all that's probably where Beth got her genius from. But that wasn't important right now, what was important to Vinnie was this whole resurection thing. Who was going to do it and when were they going to do it. "Hopefully not tonight, that's just asking for a zombie attack and a good mud slick." He said with bitter sarcasm "Besides digging up a grave when it's pouring rain outside? What a cliche!" He continued on with himself deciding to go back downstairs and watch some TV or something, but if anything he certainly wasn't going to bring up this upcoming 'mission'. But the sooner they exchanged the microchip the sooner Johnny, Jude and Bella were released. And all three of them were definetly worth manhandling a dead body.

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While waiting and listening to the overly zealous radio conversation of Rev 89’s DJ, ‘Sidekick-Nick’, Evan leaned his seat back as far as it would go and just stared up at the grey ceiling of his car. He was half tempted to sit on the hood of his Mazda while he waited but decided against it because Evan didn’t really wanna deal with any shady beach bums while he waited for his fellow East High brethren. When it came to waiting though, Evan was not the most patient person and often began to fidget around or complain to himself about having to wait. However, he managed to pass the time by keeping a relatively unsuspecting eye at the West High kids who were slowly beginning to dwindle into the party scene. Of course, Evan couldn’t really make out any faces because he’d parked several feet away from their congregation, but even still a few people who passed by seemed to recognize his car and scoff. I live here in Myrtle Beach too. . .Therefore I have just as much right to be here as you a*****e! Evan scolded a couple of stray Knights as walked on by, eyeing him suspiciously. Although, Evan knew just as well as those kids that he wasn’t here to enjoy the beach and mind his own business, he was here to create a little excitement once everyone arrived of course. At the peak of his boredom though, Evan’s phone began vibrating compulsively in his pocket. Smiling sinisterly, Evan sat his seat back up and pulled out his phone to see that there were five text messages in his inbox. Excellent!

To: Raine rain go away!
From: Franky 28
I am lonely! Shame on you for allowing me to be so lonely!
Jk lol! Great!! I wouldn’t dream of crashing a party without
Raine Wells! And what kind of friend would I be if I let you
Consume the enemies alcohol!

To: Jase
From: Franky 28
Right on! Right on! I’ll be here waiting.

To: D-Man (Damien)
From: Franky 28
Beats me! Guess they got lucky this time! And you better come
Or I’ll beat your a** down ;P jk lol

To: Drage
From: Franky 28
Fer sure!! We need at least one responsible person
There to keep us from overdoing it lol! See you soon.

To: Lil’ Red (Mary)
From: Franky 28
Awww little Red! My heart is broken! Jk lol ;P suit yourself them.
And we’ll be sure to kick some Knight a**!

So far it looked like it was going to be a good turnout which pleased Evan Franklin immensely. Sighing to himself, Evan finally tucked his phone back into his pocket, just before he heard someone pulling the passenger side open. Caught off guard, Evan immediately turned to see that it was Raine climbing into his car. Laughing lightly at what Raine said, Evan returned her hug before continuing “Ah, but the night is young. I’m sure things will heat up. . .Especially after we arrive on the scene.” He reassured Raine. Raine was hands down one of Evan’s best friends and he loved that girl to pieces, but she was much more like a sister to him than anything else. Of course, he wasn’t overly protective of her when it came to boys or anything like that, mostly Evan just let it ride but if someone ever hurt Raine. . .Then there was hell to pay. Still sitting in the seat of his car with the windows rolled down, Evan listened as Raine apologized for being late and then asked if she missed any of the action. “Well aside from me, you’re the first one here, so you’re not late.” He said in a very matter of fact tone. “And so far there isn’t any action at all. . .About the most exciting thing that happened was Evelyn’s arrival, and that did NOT disappoint. But other than that. . .It’s boring as hell right now.” Just then, Evan heard a rapping on his side of the car and turned to see that it was Damien. Damien was a pretty chill guy and was a good buddy of Evan's. More than anything, Evan was surprised to see that Damien was not only the second person to show up, but not completely late. "What the hell do you want?" Evan asked with a sly smirk. "My mom told me not to speak with beach retards." Evan teased before watching Damien crawl into the backseat of his car.

Turning around in his seat to see Damien writhing in pain as he lay in the back seat, Evan only pursed his lips and glanced over at Raine before Damien began speaking again, asking where everyone was. "Well. . ." Evan started, trying to recall who was coming and who wasn't. "Jase is coming and so are Koal and Winnie. And so far that's it." Evan said, placing his forearm on the headrest of his seat casually. Now that he was actually sharing the news, having six people crashing a party with far more people didn't seem quite as intimidating as he'd previously thought. "But I haven't heard anything from Brook, Tori or Palmer so I dunno about them." Most likely out of the three he had mentioned, Palmer would be the one to show because you couldn't have a party without your scandalous Right Base. In the past Palmer and Evan had a fling but by now it had already flung. . .But of course they still had the occasional 'I'm bored out of my mind. . .Wanna fornicate?' meetings, which made Evan wonder if the little fling was really over. Speaking of Palmer though, Evan looked at Damien and then back to Raine before speaking to the both of them. "So did you guys hear about those pictures of Palmer on the internet and stuff?" He asked casually. Word in the lockerroom and in the hallways said that Palmer Casaverdes had posted some racy pictures on the internet and somehow her cheercoach got ahold of them. Talk about awkward! Of course, Evan hadn't necessarily seen the pictures even though he did try to find them, but after no success he figured that Palmer had removed them or something what with all the drama they caused. Not to mention, it wouldn't have been anything he hadn't seen already, but still. . .

Sighing at the boredom of it all, Evan turned around in his seat and looked around the parking lot to see if he could spot any vehicle that remotely resembled either Jason, Koal or Winnie's vehicle, but there was no such luck. "UGH!' He groaned impatiently, pounding his fist on the top arch of the steering wheel. "What the hell is taking them so long!?" He complained, watching as a few more West High Schoolers made their way to the party scene. By now there was a small but decent sized crowd of party goers, but Evan knew that not even half of the party people were there. Tempted to text one of the three people who weren't there yet, Evan pulled out his phone to find that he had not text messages, so he instead opened a new one and began typing rapidly but before he could hit the send button, Evan heard a car pulling up the other side of his own. Well whadaya know! Packed inside the car was Winter, Jason and Koal. "Finally." Evan sighed impatiently while canceling the message and tucking his phone back in his pocket. Deciding that he wasn't gonna wait and see if the others were coming, Evan climbed out of his car in time with the others and closed the door behind him. Hearing Koal's excitement about 'party time' Evan laughed and walked around his car so that he was now mixed among the group of party crashers. "Hell yeah!!" Evan called heartily before exchanging he and Koal's choreographed handshake that they always used in parting or greetings. Glancing over slightly, Evan saw Winnie and Jason standing together and even though Evan wasn't one for gossip, he'd been hearing some pretty raunchy things about Jason and. . .others. . .

"Hey guys." Evan said shooting both Winter and Jase a friendly smile. "You ready to make those West High douche bag's cry?" He asked while raising a cocky sort of eyebrow. Of course, Evan didn't really have a plan of attack when it came to actually crashing this party but he figured that a group of East High students merely showing up would be enough to russel things up and surely taking advantage of their booze and other party favors would be more than enough to piss those jolly Knights off. "Well, I don't know what we're standing around here for, let's go!" Evan piped up once again feeling more than ready to get his party on and upset a few of the party throwers. Leading the way like a good captain would, Evan strode onto the beach but didn't make it five minutes before being confronted someone from the west side. Evelyn. She was the cheer captain and West High School and damn was she fine! But hottness didn't make up for the fact that she was, well, the enemy. When she asked if they were here to check out what a real party was like, Evan cocked his eyebrows in a doubtful manner. "You call this a party?" He snorted looking around the dismal scene before returning his gaze to Evelyn "Step aside blondie, and let us Cougars show you how it's done." Shamelessly, Evan walked past Evelyn and made his way over to the drink table. He had to admit, they did have good taste in booze and were probably able to stomach some of the stronger alcohols considering there was vodka, crown royal, patrone, etc, mixed among other, less toxic beverages. Picking up the foggy looking bottle of imported vodka, Evan unscrewed the silver cap before taking a swig straight from the bottle.

The liquid did burn and sting his throat and warmed his insides as it slid down his throat. "AH!" He sighed exageratedly after pulling the bottle away from his mouth. "That's the good stuff." Evan commented after sliding his arm across his mouth before turning to the crowd. "BODY SHOTS ANYONE!?" Evan called obnoxiously loud, hoping that his East High brethren didn't leave him hanging on this one!


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There he was. A small boy with nerdy glasses, a sweater vest, and a stack of books clutched tightly in his arms as he tried to walk home without any of the bigger, cooler kids noticing. Checking his peripherals, the boy caught something out of the corner of his eyes and began to pick up the pace. With his scrawny little legs carrying him as fast as he could, the sound of their voices soon called out to him and beckoned him to 'wait up'. Well he knew better and kept going; walking as fast as he could without trying to look like he was running. Although, when the leader of the pack called mockingly to him again, demanding him to stop or pay the price, the little pasty faced boy didn't stop, in fact he now started running knowing that it would only start the chase he'd been trying to avoid from the start. With his feet pounding against the pavement and his lungs screaming for air as the small group of other kids came closer and closer, all it took was one large crack in the sidewalk to trip the little dweeb up. With the toe of his shoe catching on the edge of the crack, the nine year old boy came crashing down onto the concrete; His books skidding a ways down the pavement, the skin of his hands and knees burning and stinging from being peeled off by the concrete, followed by his glasses sliding off his face and landing only a few mere inches out of site. Fumbling around as quiclky as he could, it was too late. "Looking for these?" One of them laughed maliciously before the sound of breaking plastic seemed to deafen the befallen Tristan. As the group of them laughed in unison they continued to taunt and torture by ripping pages out of Tristan's beloved books and singing nasty songs about 'Four Eyes' and 'Coke Bottle Bitch' until someone else arrived on the scene.


Present Day


Calm. . .Surprisingly calming. Just knowing that she was gonna get hers tonight seemed to soothe Tristan's inner beast. Previously, Tristan was fearful that he'd be incredibly apprehensive and jittery the night of prom, but he wasn't. . .Not even close. In a way it kind of worried him, but at the same time he was relieved because this meant he might actually be able to go through with this plot. Would she pay? Oh, yes she would and it was finally pay day, time for Tristan to collect the rent and her knight in shining armor would be nowhere in site. It would be perfect! The sweet revenge he'd been seeking for so many months would finally be fulfilled. And the best part was that he wasn't the one getting his hands dirty, not completely anyway. Lindsey. Lindsey had been one of Tristan's best friends throughout the years and she seemed to be about the only person who truly understood how he operated, after all who wanted to pal around with a dweeb? Of course, Tristan had a great group of friends but somehow they seemed to irk him. . .He always felt mildly paranoid around them, as if they were constantly talking about him or mocking him behind his back. Well that was all going to change tonight. Just the thought made Trist smirk devilishly at his own reflection in the mirror while he teased his quirky hair. For the majority of his life, classmates and other students alike used to walk all over Tristan partially because he was that nerdy teachers pet, but something after his freshman year in high school changed that, or so he would have thought. After that first year of high school, Tristan came back his sophomore year with a broader build, a few extra inches of height, a pair of contacts, a clearer and much more attractive, adult-like face. Amazing what puberty and a few hormones could do for you. After that transformation, people no longer picked on him, at least not until she came around.

Oh well, that would all be water under the bridge in no time because tonight, she was gonna get hers all thanks to Lindsey. Of course, Trist had no idea how he was gonna repay his dear friend for this favor. However, the fact that Lindsey was the one who was going to do the killing made Trist feel a little wimpish because he was having someone do the work for him, but Lindsey pretty much jumped on the opportunity and what kind of friend would Trist be if he were to deny his prom date something she craved so deeply? Although, there were times that Lindsey did sort of scare Trist. . .There were days where she seemed just fine and peachy, but other days she was. . .Not really herself, almost like something inside of her was just waiting to snap. If anything, Trist just hoped that she wouldn't randomly turn on him during their heist tonight. Just as long as he lying, backstabbing, cheating ex girlfriend was dead before the last song played, Tristan would be appeased. Standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waiste and shaving cream foaming up in the sink below, Tristan continued toying and primping his hair until it looked exactly like the large picture on the left and the three icons at the bottom. Satisfied with his wavy, black locks Tristan proceeded to shave, brush his teeth etc. etc. until he looked prim and perfect for prom. Even though this was his second prom, Trist was still kind of excited and not only because that slut would meet her maker but because he was dim enough to fall victim to all the hype and hysteria surrounding a night that was full of fast paced music, bumping and grinding, spiked cherry punch and raw teen spirit; not romance like Disney and Nickelodeon lead people to believe. Shaking his head lightly at the thought, Tristan only chuckled to himself before leaving the bathroom and making his way back to his bedroom.

Laying on the surface of his bed was his tux wrapped up in all that plastic BS that Mr. Penguine Tuxedo Rental believed was necessary, but was more of a pain than anything. For Trist, renting the zoot suit was in perfect character for him because he always liked that 20s mobster look and it was quirky in a way. Not to mention it would make a statement when mixed among all the other, cookie cutter tuxedos that would be there. Of course, Tristan wouldn't be making much of statement if Zac Furrow decided to wear lederhosen to prom. . .again! After allowing the towel to fall, Trist quickly pulled on the appropriate garments before he went to work fumbling with the rental plastic and other articles of rental equipment before finally making his way to the actual tuxedo. "This tux is so boss!" Tristan exclaimed with a bit of excitement as he pulled the pants off the hanger and began to pull them on. For some reason, Tristan loved using out of date slang terms that only seemed to attract weird stares or good natured laughter. While zipping up the fly and buttoning his pants, Tristan suddenly heard his phone buzzing on his nightstand. Figuring that was his prom date, Lindsey, Trist abandoned his apparel for a moment and read through Lindsey's text before typing out a quick response and tossing his cell phone on his bed along with the remnants of his prom attire. Knowing that he needed to be at her house earlier so they could put the finishing touches on their plan, Tristan quickly pulled on the rest of his tuxedo before attatching the long chains and placing the hat on his head. Checking himself in the mirror, Trist smiled at his reflection before adding the final touch, his masquerade mask. It wasn't anything special, but it would suffice.

To: Lindsey
From: Trist
For sure. I'll be there shortly.

After bidding his mother a goodbye, Tristan was out the door and making his way over to his truck where he climbed inside and promptly started the vehicle. Before pulling out of the gravel driveway, Tristan checked the time and nodded to himself knowing that he could make it to Lindsey's house just in time for them to finalize everything. Come to think of it, this would probably be the easiest murder ever! Just as long as Tristan remained calm cool and collected, Lindsey would probably take care of the rest of it, but if anything, Trist wanted to make sure he saw that little bitche's face when she saw Lindsey coming at her with some kind of weapon. Even though a very small part of him knew that this was wrong, Tristan easily ignored that and only chuckled softly to himself as he drove down the road, making his way to Lindsey's house. While he loved his prom tux, Tristan still felt kind of foolish driving around town dressed like this, but he figured nobody really cared considering the majority of the town was probably gussied up for the big prom tonight. Rolling his eyes as a couple people from school waved at him, Trist kept blazing on through intersection after intersection until he came to Lindsey's street where he turned left and continued driving at a slower pace until her house came into view. Seeing the sleek limousine parked just outside the house, Trist couldn't help but smile a little at that. Perhaps getting a limo for prom was a bit cliche, but you could never go wrong with a classic. Besides, there was nothing wrong with arriving in style and with a bit more class than your pappy's pick up truck.

Parking by the curb across the street, Tristan climbed out of his little red truck and closed the door behind him before pocketing his keys. Looking around for a moment, Trist then made his way across the street and up to Lindsey's front porch where he rapped on the door a few times and waited patiently for her to answer.

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CHURCH BOUND, FOOL!
COME ON PASTOR! FILL MY COMMUNION CUP TO THE BRIM!

"Wake up, fool! We're gonna be late!" Emmett called loudly while flinging his pillow across the room and at his sleeping brother. It was a well known fact that Dalton was not only a heavy sleeper but a late one as well and that bothered Emmett to a certain degree, mostly because he couldn't comprehend how someone could sleep until 11:00 in the morning on the weekends or during the summer. "Piss off, Emmett!" Dalton grumbled groggily as he shifted around under the covers only after the pillow had struck him with an annoying sort of thud. Emmett was so freaking annoying sometimes especially on weekends when he woke up at 7:30 and happened to disrupt Dalton's early morning beauty sleep with his morning routine and such. "Oh good, you're awake! Let's go. You've got about 20 minutes to shower and make yourself presentable." Emmett said oh so casually as he pulled on a pair of jet black slacks followed by a belt to match. Sitting up and allowing the covers and sheets to fall around him in a crumpled heap, Dalton immediately clasped his arms around his bare torso tightly. "Holy crap, it's freezing tits!" He complained while pursing his lips in a disatisfied fashion. "All the more reason to stay in bed and not go to church!" It was no mystery that Grady Hall wasn't the nicest place to live on campus which meant that heating the entire dormitory was a seldom occurence. . .The only way to stay warm throughout the winter was to snuggle up with a buddy and just hope you didn't touch poles no matter how awkward it was regardless. "If you think it's cold in here just wait until you hop in the shower." Emmett said sarcastically while primping his hair in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. Yeah, hot water for a shower was a rare comodity as well. "Thanks for the heads up." Dalton said morosely as he shimmeyed out of bed and began making his lazy way to the bathroom that he and Emmett shared.

"And remember! 20 minutes, so no masterbating or anything like that!" Emmett called after Dalton jokingly as he slipped behind the bathroom door. Shortly thereafter, Emmett heard his brother retort but he couldn't quite make out what he had said. Making sure his hair was spiked to its usual perfection, Emmett continued his search for a nice under-shirt and a nice, button-up dress shirt and tie to match. While Christmas Mass was important and all that stuff, Emmett knew of something much more important going on this evening: The annual soiree of the dunderheads. Yeah, those prim and proper bimbos of Kennedy and the faggots of Dutton would be getting together in that stupid barn of theirs to get drunk, high and feel eachother off. . .It disgusted Emmett, truly, but he always enjoyed crashing even if last year was the first time he'd ever done it, thanks to their fearless Grady leader who had been a junior at the time. And in case miss flossy Kennedy Middleton was wondering, Emmett had gotten laid while there and it was awesome! He still recalled the incident to this day but the details weren't important other than it was a 40 second affair where Emmett was left to spread his seed on the inside wall of one of the stables considering there were no condoms anywhere within the near vicinity of the school. Chuckling fondly yet maliciously at the thought, Emmett began buttoning up his favorite, light blue shirt until he came to the collar button, his least favorite. With the party still on his mind as he fastened the button, Emmett hoped that his good buddies would be down for crashing the little party, no doubt Lalani would want a piece of the action but as for the others, well? It was hard to say. . .Emmett sort of hoped that Dalton would be down, but considering the prank they pulled on him last year, Emmett wouldn't be surprised if his little bro backed out. . .The memory of finding his brother wrapped to a flag pole butt naked still infuriated Emmett to no end! Those prissy Dutton pussies could mess with Emmett all they wanted but the moment they laid a hand on Dalton, that's where Emmett drew the line.

"C-c-c-c-c-c-can't-t-t m-m-m-m-m-mo-o-o-ov-v-v-v-e" Dalton exclaimed while his teeth chattered loudly and he just stood there in the shower with his arms wrapped tighlty around his body as the freezing cold water continued to pour from the shower-head. It wasn't fair that people with a certain last name got five star accomodations! Weren't schools supposed to treat all of their students fairly? At least that's how it was back in the states, but things were different over here in Britain. Your past relatives determined where you stood in the social class and unfortunately the Caldwell family didn't have a single prayer. Shuttering at it all because he was shivvering all on his own, Dalton decided that letting the ice water rain down on him was shower enough and that he'd worry about soap and stuff some other time when the water was actualy above freezing. Manging to shut off the water, Dalton moved as quickly as his muscles would allow him and quickly wrapped himself in as many towels as possible. . .At least they weren't low quality. While drying off and going about his business as usual: Brushing teeth, hair, the works, Dalton couldn't help but wonder what his older brother had planned for this year. . .That crazy party was tonight and no doubt Emmett would be going to crash and would want little baby brother to come along. . .Despite the fact that Dalton was intimidated by the higher class, he was curious. . .Curious enough to maybe tag along just to see what it was like on the dark side. However, he was still hesitant partially because he wasn't nearly as intimidating as Emmett so he'd be an easy target for pretty boy hi jinx, and Dalton swore that he'd never willingly subject himself to such games ever again. Maybe I can get Michelle to come along? Dalton entertained unsure of whether she'd wanna go or not. . .

To: Partner in Crime ( Lalani )
From: Emmett
You going to church this morning? Eh, nvm
You down with crashing the barn yard party
Tonight? Lemme know!!

To: Goldy Locks ( Michelle )
From: Dalton
What's the skinny, girl? Jk lol! You going to
Mass? Or is it just gonna be me, my brother
and your second biggest fan, sir Lancelot?
P.S. Don't leave me alone with the two most
Annoying people on the face of the Earth! I'll
owe you big time (:

If anything were colder than the shower this morning, it had to be the temperature outside. As they walked in sync, both Emmett and Dalton were nice and bundled up in their leather jackets with ther hands crammed deep into the front pockets. "I told you we should have just stayed in bed and skipped!" Dalton insisted; plumes of his own steamy breath flowing from his mouth as he spoke. "Shut up, Dalton. We're almost there." So Emmett could tease and harass his brother as much as he wanted, but nobody else could. . .It was strict brotherly code. Although it was true that they had a love hate relationship. One day they could be best friends and the next they wouldn't even look at one another. . .It had always been that way so it came as second nature. "At least the church is warm so you can stop your complaining." Emmett said quietly to himself, while glancing over at his brother and shooting him a subtle yet sly smirk. The church was just out of reach, but first the two had to pass Heathrow Hall and they'd be home free. The Heathrow girls were cute but way too sweet and nice for their own good, but if they were still selling frosted cookies, neither Emmett nor Dalton would complain about their overly cheeky demeanor. Standing just outside the building in their matching pea-coats, tights and mary janes a cluster of a few Heathrow girls were gossping with one another no doubt, and as they passed neither brother paid them any attention until one of them piped up in their all too peppy voice. "Hey Dalton!" She called much like Ron obsessed Lilah out of the Half Blood Prince. "Hey!" The boy returned the gesture with significantly less enthusiasm and more uncertainty. Raising an eyebrow, Emmett looked over at his brother with snide curiosity. "A friend of yours?" He asked. "Uh, yeah. . .well sort of. . .It's a long story."

"Oh, really?" Emmetts curiosity was sparked now as both he and Dalton made their way up the front steps of the church. "Well I'd be more than happy to hear this little story!" Emmett whispered like a giddy school girl as he pulled one of the two front doors open and held it for his brother. "Not now, we're in God's house." Dalton whispered back pertly, "And I don't think he'd appreicate me sharing this story in his presence." He contined on while clasping his hands together like he was going to prey. Taking note of the emphasis put on one of the words, this lead Emmett to believe that this wasn't just any other girl. . ."Hehey! A chip off the old block, huh?" The boy said while following Dalton inside the chapel and allowing the door to close behind him. It was evident that church had already started because the old organ player had just played the last note of the first hymn and the pastor was making his way to the pulpit. Keeping quiet as they went, both Dalton and Emmett filed into their pew and stood among the other students. "I believe in God the father, almighty, creator of heaven and Earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only son our Lord who was conceived by. . ." In time with everyone else, the two began spitting out the apostles creed until the little speech came to an end and they were all prompted to take their seats for whatever else was thrown their way during the duration of the all important, Christmas Mass service. In all honesty, Emmett didn't really mind church even though it was too long for his liking but he always hated how Dalton managed to doze off somewhere between the gospel reading and the lords prayer. After all, who wanted to be known as the older brother to that kid who started snoring during the pastors sermon on the book of Revelation?

For thine is the kingdon, and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen. The lords prayer came to an end and the service was just about to wrap up and they could all get on with the rest of their day. "Look alive." Emmett hissed under his breath while elbowing Dalton on the ribs, which caused the younger Caldwell to jerk from his light snooze and sit at attention before sneering over at his older brother. Somewhere along the way, little poindexter, Lance Middleton had joined the group and Emmett wasn't sure why this kid always followed him around. . .Sure it was okay at first but now it was just creepy as hell. if I wanted a puppy, I would have asked for one for Christmas. He thought to himself. Even worse was the fact that Dalton seemed unphased by his presence and actually engaged Lance in conversation that lasted more than a few sentences. There were countless occasions where Emmett had wanted to tell the little prodigy to buzz off and find someone else to pester, but he wasn't that harsh. However, of late Dalton seemed to be mildly annoyed by the boys presence as well but hadn't really said anything of it yet, but there was a silver lining. Kennedy. Kennedy was Lance's older sister and even though she had her head shoved so far up her a** she hadn't seen daylight in years, the girl was smokin' hot and left both boys wondering if they'd ever, accidentally, sneak a peak up that very short skirt of hers. While the outlook was still bleak, as long as Lance hung around like the little show dog that he was, the chances of seeing at least one of Kennady's boobs or lacy, pink, victoria secret thong would increase. "In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit. Amen." Making the sign of the cross along with the entirity, church was finally dismissed. Thank God!

As everyone else began filing out of the large sanctuary, it was hard to miss the dramatic exit of the three prized Kennedy girls. Walking with a purpose, as per usual, both Emmett and Dalton watched them out of the corner of their eyes; their nicely developed breasts bouncing ever so slightly with every click of their over priced heels. "Hmmm." Emmett started, sounding satisfied. "Don't you think it's a bit nipply out there for them to be wearing those kinds of clothing?" Emmett cocked a naughty eyebrow and instantly Dalton began chuckling. "Oh yes! But I wish it would get hooter. . .That would be the breast!" Yeah, the lord would not appreciate that kind of talking in his own house. Remembering that Lance was there and that his sister was one of the three girls in question, Dalton began to apologize. "Sorry, dude." Dalton said ernestly. "But your sister is insanely hot!" Emmett had no intentions of apologizing for his juvenile, home-boy behavior and comments, after all if the barbie dolls were willing to show off what their mama's gave them, then they had to expect that even the lowest of the low would be looking too because even they had needs, and tonight those pesky little needs would be more than satisfied at that little shin dig of theirs.

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YOU MIGHT BE CRAZY BUT HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOU YOU'RE THE ONLY REASON THAT I'M NOT AFRAID TO FLY.

Well last night had been. . .Not the best night of Dani's life, in fact she'd hate to say that it was the worst night of her life, but it certainly wasn't the best. It wasn't anything against Sasha but Daniella came to find that her parties were a little overrated especially since all she did was sit there and sip on a blue wine cooler, which actually didn't taste too bad. . .It was like drinking a bottle of cool-aid which was significantly better than Lizzie's beer she'd sipped on earlier. Yuck! The taste still hung heavy in her mouth even though it had been several hours since then. However, it wasn't the actual party that put a damper on things, there were actually a couple incidents that still continued playing over and over in her mind and no matter how hard she tried to forget, they were still buzzing around inside her head like an angry bee. If it wasn't the party, it had been the fact that she caught Mr. Rex and Sasha 'doing it' and to really stick a pin in it, while leaving she'd overheard what Santi had said to Cleo. It was that right there that pretty much killed the evening right there. . .The amount of stupidity she felt for even finding him attractive was too much to bear, much less the fact that she was crushing hard on the boy. Hearing him say that in a drunken slur was like a huge slap to the face, and her cheek was still stinging from it this morning. If anything, she wished that she could just forget the whole thing and move on, but that would be much easier said than done.

"Maybe I should just give up on boys." Dani mumbled to herself as she absentmindedly stroked her hair in front of the little vanity mirror in she and Lizzie's motel room. After all boys were stupid 99 percent of the time and from what she had seen they were all after one thing. However, Daniella supposed that not all guys were bad. . .There was Reece, while dumb at times he was still a nice and genuine guy. . .But at the same time he was more like a brother than a romantic interest, besides Lizzie had a thing for him and vice versa. Then there was TJ. . .He was an a*****e, Dani couldn't deny that, but she could see that somewhere deep down he was a sweet guy. . .After all he was the one who had turned her onto the wine-cooler in the first place and kept her company while everyone else went about their business. Smiling softly at the thought, Dani was beginning to feel a little better but she still couldn't shake the nausea she felt from everything that had gone down last night. Although, there was one silver lining. . .At least Reece and Lizzie had finally taken the plunge. However, when Daniella had told Reece that he needed to talk to Lizzie, making out after the lap dance dare wasn't exactly what she had in mind. Whatever works, I guess. Although, after they disappeared last night, Dani didn't even wanna think about what they did. . .Then again it was just Reece and Lizzie. . .They wouldn't get that hot and bothered would they?

Still stroking her hair in front of the mirror, Dani simply shook the thought off as a mildly disgusted expression washed across her face. "Okay, no more thinking about that." She said quietly to herself, stopping her compulsive brushing for a moment before resuming. While Daniella was happy for her two friends she couldn't help but fear for the future as well. . .Not only what would happen if and when they broke up but who in the world was she going to spend this vacation with? Being the third wheel was such a drag. Oh well, as long as Lizzie and Reece was happy, Daniella would be happy too. . .Even if it did mean spending some quality time with herself. Of course there was always TJ. . .Mentioned before, he was an a*****e but it was nothing Dani couldn't handle. Besides, he'd made the first move last night. Pushing those thoughts aside Daniella huffed and looked over at the bed that didn't belong to her. . .Lizzie hadn't returned last night and it worried her a bit but at the same time she knew that the girl was in good hands. Lizzie was Daniella's best friend in the whole wide world. . .They were like sisters and she never wanted anything bad to happen to her, but at the same time she could have really used the company of a girl last night with the whole Santi and Sasha thing. . .Somehow Theodore wasn't quite as understanding. Yeah, he had stayed the night but he'd slept in the floor because he refused to sleep with Dani in her bed and he really didn't wanna touch Lizzie's bed. Whatever puffed his peter, Dani supposed, but she would have taken the bed if it had been her.

Speaking of TJ, he was still fast asleep on the floor and as Dani looked over at him curled up in the space between the two beds, she just shrugged. Moving her eyes from his body, she looked up at the digital clock on the night stand and sighed to herself. "I guess I should start getting ready. . ." She mused. For fear of waking up TJ, Dani had neglected to do nothing more than take a shower, brush her teeth and blow dry her hair. . .Although, if the blow dryer didn't wake his sleeping butt up, Dani figured she was pretty much safe to do anything she pleased. Since they were going to the beach today, Daniella figured she'd probably put her hair up in one of those messy buns but decided she'd actually do that after getting dressed and the whole nine yards. Still in her warm and fuzzy pajamas, Dani stood up from the little chair in front of the mirror and made her way over to one of the two drawers that held some of her clothing, well most of it actually. Pulling the drawer open, Dani examined the contents before she began gingerly shuffling through folded shirts, shorts and things until she came across a couple bikini's she'd brought along just for these kinds of occasions. Looking at them in the drawer for a moment, Dani pursed her lips before pulling them both out and examining them individually. Why did I even buy the white one? She thought to herself knowing how well a white bathing suit went over when wet. However, it was cute and Dani liked it just the same so she decided that would be the bikini of the day. Not like she was actually gonna get soaking wet anyway. . .

After pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank-top to complete the whole ensamble, Dani quietly pushed the drawer closed and looked over her shoulder to make sure that TJ was still sleeping before slipping into the bathroom. Having changed into her new clothes, Daniella walked out of the bathroom and back over to the little mirror thing where she began to put on some make up and play with her hair a bit. Crossing her legs, Dani began twisting her hair and just working with it, but making no real progress and at this point she wasn't sure whether she was just playing with it to pass the time or because she was bored and trying to keep her mind off of several things. More than anything she just wanted someone to talk to. . .Someone who wouldn't offer smart aleck commentary or opinions. . .Dani actually wanted someone who would agree with her when she said that guys were jerks or that sleeping with a teacher sort of made someone a floosy, even if Dani did think Sasha was a nice girl. "First order of business. Girl talk with Lizzie." Dani made a mental note to herself as she finally removed her hands from her hair and let it fall as it wished; In loose, flowy waves. Speaking of which. . .Where is that girl? Dani mused to herself while looked around the room as if searching for her dear friend who was still off galovanting with Reece. . .Hopefully Reece anyways. The whole Alfonso thing was a little arbitrary from yesterday but Dani was pretty sure Lizzie had gotten that boy out of her system the minute she and Reece locked lips.

Reaching for her phone, which was sitting on the table with her, Dani was half tempted to text Lizzie but decided against it. . .After all she didn't really wanna seem like that over-bearing friend or something of the sort. Then again, what would a little 'hey girlie!? Where you at?' text hurt? After all, it wasn't like they wouldn't run into eachother at some point today or so Dani hoped.



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It was great to be back at school wasn't it? For Kyler, it was like a home away from home really. . .Although, the last thing he would have expected was for a small dorm room with little more than a bed, desk and decent bathroom to become his second home. However, he'd lived here in the dorms now for a year and a half and he could honestly say that he loved it! Despite the fact that he was clearly a type A nerd that wasn't caught dead at a toga party or beer-pong bro-fest, he did have a few friends around campus, but wonder of all wonders they were nerdy little pencil pushers like him. In a way, it was almost like watching a re-run of Freaks and Geeks or whatever that ridiculous show was called; Minus the brainless pranks pulled by the typical jocks which college really didn't have. . .In fact, college didn't really have cliques of any kind unless you really wanted to classify the frats and sororities as the 'popular kids'. No matter, Kyler truly had no interest in whatever went on in those make-shift whore houses; His domain was the lecture hall and the library, which was consequently the location of the tutoring center. Here for all your academic needs! Kyler had been working at the tutoring center since the beginning of his second year and while he had been nervous about the whole thing at first, it really didn't turn out to be so bad. Thus far, he'd had no horror stories, unlike the older, more experienced students, the pay for his troubles wasn't bad and whenever the school was on holiday, he was to. Oh the joys of a college work study! Speaking of which, that was exactly what brought Kyler to the library today.

Sitting at a relatively small table on the first floor of the large structure, Kyler tapped his fingers against the styrafoam cup of coffee that he'd ordered from the cafe libro this morning. Today he was tutoring some Katerina girl who happened to be struggling with calculus, the session was to only last for an hour and that didn't really bother Kyler too bad. However, he always got nervous jitters when he was meeting a new student for the first time, but honestly any of the kids at university who joined self help programs weren't the type who smoked decorative hookah's in the communal bathrooms or covered the dormitory halls in silly string. No, those kids bought off nerdier kids like Kyler to actually do their homework as opposed to making an attempt and understanding the material themselves. No matter, as long as someone was willing, Kyler would be here to help or at least try. Sighing, Kyler took a sip from his coffee cup before setting it back down at the table and looking over at the nearby clock. It had barely moved since the last time he'd checked and the boy was beginning to wonder if she'd even bother to show up. "I'll give it ten more minutes." He muttered to himself before looking around the immediate area: There were a collection of students typing furiously at their computers, some were reading, others appeared to be studying and to top it all off, the elevator doors had just whooshed open with a melodic ding followed by a sensual 'First Floor'. If I find the electronic voice of the elevator alluring, there's something wrong with me. Kyler chuckled lightly just before hearing the sounds of a domestic dispute not too far away.

Raising an eyebrow at this, Kyler directed his attention towards the main desk. Even though he couldn't quite make out what was being said, something was going on between the wrinkly old braud who should've given up the college scene along time ago, and a bombshell who didn't appear to be any too amused. Typical. It was always the knock outs who insisted upon acting like high maintenance bitches when things didn't work out the way they had planned. And even though her snarky behavior was a turn off, Kyler couldn't help but oggle at her from behind for a few moments. Even though he was your stereotypical nerd, minus the pocket protector and coke bottle glasses, he was still prone to 20 year old behavior and desires. Pulling his eyes away, Kyler once again glanced at the clock and even though this was probably the 28th time he'd looked ( yes, he'd kept counted ) it felt like the hand had barely moved. Grumbling in frustration, he drank the last of his coffee before setting his cup down firmly on the table with obvious impatience. "I've been waiting here for 34 minutes, I'm over it. Although, just as he was about to gather his things and leave the library behind, the tanned beauty from earlier was walking in his direction. She was muttering something under her breath and was obviously in much duress over somethin; probably just a broken nail. Figuring that she was headed elsewhere, Kyler began to gather up the few things he'd brought with him, but at the sound of voice saying his name, Kyler stopped dead in his tracks.

First of all, it was shocking that she even knew his name, second, it was even more surprising that she was talking to him. Pausing for a moment, Kyler looked up at her skeptically. The odds of someone like her ever socializing with someone like him were a million to one, and suddenly Kyler felt like he was being set up for some kind of practical joke pulled by the Kappa Sigma fraternity or that Ashton Kutcher would jump out from behind a book shelf screaming 'You've been punked, bitch!' "Yeah?. . ." Kyler asked cautiously, keeping his wits about him as the girl took a seat and proceeded to introduce herself as Katerina Valentine. Unable to keep the utter shock off his face, Kyler's eyes widened and if he'd had coffee in his mouth, he would have spit it out. So this was the Katerina he was supposed to tutor? The girl who had just thrown a diva tantrum but looked oh so good in pretty clothes. "You're Katerina?" He asked in disbelief as she popped a stick of gum in her mouth and began chewing on it. Kyler just couldn't figure it out. . .Why would this girl seek out a tutor? She was obviously a sorority girl and looked like one of those lingire models you'd see in commercials or on Victoria Secret billboards in the mall. Either way, Kyler knew that this was both a blessing and a curse because this girl was fine! In the past, Kyler had, had like, two girlfriends so it was obvious that the female species tended to make him feel uneasy, especially if they were as attractive as this.

Feeling his stomach beginning to tie itself in slow knots, Kyler attempted to shake all of his anxieties away but to no avail. "Right, uh, okay." He could already feel his palms starting to go sweaty and right about now, Kyler was beginning to hate the fact that he was such a sheltered nerdy boy as opposed to a chisseled God who knew exactly what to do with a set of boobs and long, long legs. I can already see her walking all over me in those 6-inch heels. . . Kyler thought self-consciously to himself while blinking a couple times as he did so. However, he was not here to get all sweaty or pre-climax just by looking at her, he was here to tutor Katerina and tutoring was what he was going to do, even if it did make him feel uncomfortable. "So what parts of calculus are giving you the most trouble?"

OOC: Sorry it took so freakin' long for me to post!

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ooooooooooodaniel christopher rexford
mr. rex, the 30 year old advanced photography teacher

Oh how Danny loved to see Amy so happy. It did his heart a whole lot of good to see her smile, especially when she looked as if she'd been to hell and back. There were several times Danny wondered why Amy put up with Tiffany and her bullshit, but the last time Danny had said something about it he and Amy had broken up for a few hours. . .So he dually noted never to make that mistake again. However, it was nice to see Amy so happy, especially when the coffee didn't cost him a dime. . .Although, Daniel had no intention of telling Amy where he'd gotten the Starbucks card from unless she asked. I'll just tell her I got it for Christmas last year. . .From my Canadian cousin, Mel. He thought to himself as Amy took the coffee from him and began sipping it gingerly. "Well a blind dog finds a bone every now and then." He teased lightly after she praised him for picking up a coffee for her. Even though it was a very simple gesture courtesy of one of his students, picking up Amy's favorite Starbucks was Danny's way of saying 'Hey, I was thinking about you today!' even though he thought about Amy everyday. Although, she sort of took a backseat while he was working and teaching, but that's just the way things worked. "Besides, I figured you could use a little something considering the wicked bitch seems a little extra uptight these days. . ." Danny trailed off figuring that Tiffany was probably on her period which was why work for Amy had been so hellish lately; And watching Amy's smile turn upside down was all the answer Danny ever needed to know that his premonition was correct.

Somehow, Daniel didn't like the sound of things when Amy said there was good news and bad news. . .Whenever stepping foot into this place there was rarely any good news and when there was 'good news' it usually just meant bad news for his Amy. "Uh-huh. . ." He said while raising a curious eyebrows as Amy opened her latest e-mail from Tiffany. Leaning towards the computer and squinting his eyes slightly, Danny's eyes scanned over the email and when he'd finally finished, a dissatisfied scoff escaped his lips. "I'm sorry, babe." He said sympathetically, unsure of what more he could say other than that Tiffany was a cankerous whore, but he figured that wouldn't be a good idea since the woman probably had eyes and ears all over this building. Wrapping his arms around Amy lovingly, Daniel just nodded as she went on and on about how much of a cunt Mrs. Tiffany old bawls was. . .And Danny couldn't agree more quite honeslty, but he still knew better than to suggest quitting or making demands from the woman in charge herself. . .Not like it would make much difference anyway. "If you want, I could go and pick up the damned collar if you want." He offered knowing how badly Amy probably wanted to get home and how bad he himself wanted her to get home too. After all, with school having started, getting back from New York City and Tiffany cracking down like she was, there hadn't been a lot of alone time for he and Amy. . .And it was safe to say that Danny certainly missed his alone time with Amy. They hadn't had sex in a whole month. . .Not even a quick five minute spell and Danny knew that wasn't healthy for either of them.

"Not even dinner?" He sighed a little disappointed. How was he going to giver her the real engagement ring now? Another time then, I guess. . . He thought to himself, knowing that if things continued at this rate, Amy wouldn't see the real engagement ring until the day of the wedding. . .Speaking of which, they hadn't really set a date yet even though they'd been engaged for a little over two and a half months now. It went without saying that Danny was a bit of a procrastinator, especially since they'd been dating for 10 years before he finally popped the question. "Dumbass woman. . ." Danny muttered under his breath while Amy took his hand "I guess if she's not having sex, then nobody else can either." There might have been a little hinting there, but Danny had already decided that tonight he was going to relieve his own sexual tension and make Amy feel like the queen of the world because she was beautiful, amazing and definitely deserved it after today. . .Even if it did mean staying up until at least midnight and then waking up early in the morning. Accomplishing a full school day on four hours of sleep was not nearly as easy as it used to be, that was for sure but Danny figured that both he and Amy could use a little bit of sex to relieve some stress. "Speak of the devil. . ." Danny said as Tiffany came tromping into Amy's office; not forgetting to shoot Danny an ugly glare which he returned with a bitter smile. "Hello Tiffany." Daniel said casually while wishing he'd said 'Hello tight twatted gold digger'.

"Thanks for noticing." Danny said as kindly as he could manage when Tiffany had once again dissed his wardrobe but had to bite his tongue when little miss fashionista decided that his tie needed fixing. . .As if he didn't know how to tie a tie properly, which he did! Rolling his eyes as Tiffany left Amy's office, Mr. Rex couldn't help but wonder if she'd only come in here to make sure he and Amy weren't doing it doggy style over her desk or some other hot yet raunchy position like that. . .Even if they had, Danny figured that Tiff probably would have liked to have seen it anyway since it was the closest thing she'd be getting to sex. "My tie DOES match my suit, right?" But before she could answer, Amy had pulled Daniel into a long kiss which he reciprocated happily and when they finally broke apart, he knew that he nor Amy would be going another night without knocking boots. "Are you sure we can't just pull the shades and have a little alone time here on the couch like we did a couple years ago?" Sex needed to be risky! It was so much more of a turn on that way, at least Danny thought so, and the time he and Amy had gotten it on in her office with the shades drawn was extremely H.O.T. Then again, it was a wonder they hadn't gotten caught considering there were probalby security camera's everywhere. "Besides, I know there are a few places down there that I've been DYING to play with." Danny said sexily before burrying his face in Amy's neck and giving it a couple steamy kisses before she said that it was probably time for him to leave. Damn! Just when things were getting good too.

"Do I have to?" He asked "Because you're absolutely irresistable right now, Amy." Danny said in a very sultry smooth manner before deciding that it was best for him to go even though he didn't really want to and he was pretty sure Amy didn't want him to go either. Standing up off the couch and dusting himself off as if he'd somehow gotten dirty, Daniel smiled at Amy when she asked if he liked the Pad Thai and then told him that she'd try not to wake him when she got home. "Loved the Pad Thai. . .But I think I left the little container at school. . ." He mused for a moment as Amy began escourting him out of the building. "But there's no need to worry about waking me, because I'll be up with a bottle of champagne waiting." He winked before exchanging a goodbye kiss and moving along his way. Damn!" Mr. Rex thought to himself while walking over to his red Nissan. How did I get so lucky? He thought once more before sliding into the drivers seat and pulling the door closed behind him. Even though Danny knew tonight would be filled with school work of his own, he also knew that things would heat up once Amy got home and there was no doubt that she'd be screaming his name later.

OOC: Sasha's lingerie his hawt!! Mr. Rex is going to have a hard time not sneaking a peak when he turns up at this car wash (;


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