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[Professor-Kittens]

✖✖✖Tћe Foяeign Exchánge Student✖✖

Give me a chance,

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I'm not as weird as you think

U P S T A I R S / D O W N

D O G

C A R

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Kaius gasped and sat up from his bed. His eyes were wide open and
they were a bit blurry too. His hands rubbed his eyes as he jumped
and ran across the room. He flew into his closet and made clicking
noises with his tounge as his hands brushed against his clothes. He smiled as he
found the perfect clothing for the day,
He ran across the living roon while putting on his pants then finally
reached his bathroom. He pulled out his toothbrush and put a big
blob of tooth paste on it. He laughed and shoved it back into the
cabinet while taking out a comb from the same place. He ran the
comb carefully through his hair and brushed his teeth at the same
time. He was a multitasker. He spit out the white paste in his mouth
and rinsed his mouth once more. He smiled in the mirror and turned
to run out of the small bathroom but ended up running into the
closed door. He groaned and rubbed his face then opened the door
and started running to his room again. He gripped a plain white t-shirt
and threw it over his head. He noticed the wrinkles and scroffed.
'This is so stupid.." He grabbed his white sweater and put that on
too. Hopping out of the room he put his nikes on and tripped over
his shoe lace. 'Really?' He sighed and layed on the floor tying his
shoe.


The boy stood and grabbed his Back pack. He ran through the kitchen
looking inside of the moving boxes. 'Where are my keys?' He
groaned and finally found them.. in his pocket.. Kaius just laughed
and ran out of his front door. 'Opps.' He ran back inside and
kissed his little puppy on the head. A soft bark was all he got in
return. Placing the puppy on his 4 paws Kaius started walking
backwards. He shut the door and locked it then sighed letting
his warm breath become a white puff in the cold winters air. Kaius
slid down the steps of his house. He opened the door of his little
car He sat inside and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Kaius really
missed his family. He knew that they only sent him here for good
studying and what not. But he just couldn't believe that they were
so far away from him. Kaius just pushed his head against the
steering wheel and opened his eyes. 'No reason in going to
school today.. Everyone hates me.' He played with the ring on
his middle finger and sighed. Being here got him so distracted.
There were so many other things he could've been doing other
then just studying. No one knew his musical talent. Well honestly,
Kaius can do just about anything you want him to. He's smart,
athletic, musically talented, and anything you can think of. That's
the only reason why he was ever popular at his school back in
Bristol. Now all of thats gone and he's the new foreign exchange
student in America.

Kaius sat up and turned his car on. The hum of the car conforted
him for a strange reason. He put the car in reverse and began
driving out of the small drive way. He sped down the empty street
and smiled as he passed the larger houses. They were beautiful
to him. He just passed each of the houses. Kai really didn't like his
neighbor. The queen bee.. His house was so small compared to hers.
Why was his small house even close to hers? I don't know, go ask
the builders. Kai just drowned out what ever that girls family was
doing. This kept him thinking, why the heck would his mom build
a house close to her. His mom knew she lived across the street
from him. 'Oh God..' He sighed and slouched in his car as he
figured out his mothers evil plan. She wants him to be 'friends' with
Hayley. 'Hell no.' He thought shaking his head violently. As his
car stopped at a red light he looked next to him. The car on the right
of him saw his violent head gestures. I guess they thought he was
crazy or something. He just drove away from the car and reached the
highschool.

Kaius stepped out of the car and winced as he looked at the huge school.
He walked down the concrete letting his feet make slight stomp noises.
His hand brushed against the flag pole. He tighted his hand into a fist as
the freezing metal gave him chills. He just continued his way up the steps
of the school and opened the door with a smile. 'Gotta make a stupid smile
to make that office lady think i'm okay..' He walked over to the office and
kept the same stupid smile. "Good morning miss." He said happily
with his thick accent. "Hello there Harry Potter"
He chuckled and just went along with the weird greeting he was given.
'Harry Potter, Really?" He stood straight infront of the desk and placed
his hands on the smooth counter. "So, where do I go today? I'm sorry for
being late.. I fell asleep late.. I had lots of homework." He muttered quietly.
"Well Mr.Morse stay right here because I have some
papers for you." He nodded and sat in the chair that was in the back.
He watched the aged office lady walk to the principal's office to get his
papers. 'What papers could I possiably need?' He didn't care, he just
closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall.
''Hey Kaius sweetie this may take a bit, the copy machine is jammed,"
He smiled and was a bit relieved. "Alright, i'll stay right here waiting." He
smirked knowing this will buy him some time from having to go to class.

Kaius closed his eyes and sighed slightly. 'Wait a second..' His eyes opened
and he looked up at the clock on the wall. "Uhm actually I have to go to lunch."
He said walking towards the copying room. "Alright sweetie
I'll get someone to pick you up so you can get these papers." Kaius
nodded with a slight smile and exited from the office. His sneakers patted against
the tiles on the school floor. The cafeteria was ahead of him. He sighed and entered
with a slight frown. He spotted the table at the back where he normally sat. He walked
quickly trying to avoid the eyes of others. Kaius felt eyes on him anyways. He looked
at one boy who just wouldn't stop staring. Kai looked straight back at him with a confused
face. "Go back to little England you weirdo." Kaius
clenched his hand into a fist. 'Shut up calm down.." He told himself.
"Exactly, you can't do anything" Kaius just turned away
from the annoying pest and walked to the back of the cafeteria. He pulled a chair out and
sat down letting his hood pop over his head. The foreign boy crossed his arms and glared
at the boy who attempted to get him mad. 'Just let it go..' He sighed and looked up
at the ceiling. The light annoyed his eyes so he looked back down. Kaius observed
the people who walked around and gossiped. Kaius chewed down on his lower lip and
moved some hair away from his face.


OOC:Oh hecks yeah first post(:



.Your only as tall as your heart will let you be
And your only as small as the world will make you seem
When the going gets rough and you feel like you may fall
Just look on the brightside your roughly six feet tall

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Waking up, it was something Emmi did often. She laughed slightly as she forced herself out of her warm pit. Her bare feet kissed the cold floor and a shiver ran up her spine. This was ridiculous, why hadn’t her mother turned the heating on? She stared at the current mess in her room, frowning at how it became to look this way. She smiled as her thoughts drifted to Cam, they had spent last night at hers. Doing lord knows what, after getting high. She smiled slightly and moved through the rubbish, well attempted too. She frowned slightly and walked out of her room, walking down the stairs she almost fell, sighing as she moved her bangs out of her face. She caught sight of herself in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs and laughed. She looked terrible, a complete and utter mess. Was it possible she switched bodies or something? She pulled on the baggy t-shirt that covered her upper body and shook her head. She couldn’t even remember getting changed into her PJ’s. What time had Wednesday and Cam left? She didn’t even know. She ran a hand through her hair and shook her head, was it possible to look beautiful in the morning? How did they do it on films? ‘Fake crap.’ She thought bitterly and was glad she wasn’t walking up with anyone, for if they looked like she did. She would be put right off. Bad breath and all. Gross.

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bin bag, waving slightly at her older father. He simply nodded his head, for it was currently stuck in a newspaper, attempting to do the word search. He was obviously failing and getting annoyed with it. Her mother was cooking, head over the stove as usual. ‘Typical morning.’ If any one ever made her change her mind about Love. She would never become your typical house wife, never. Emmi was too strong willed for that. She ran back upstairs, avoiding looking at herself this time. ‘Why is it you chose to look at yourself, when you look the worse?’ Ah, the question she asked herself every morning, when she saw herself in the mirror. She pushed open her door with force and looked around her room, moving her art supplies and her clothes designs. She put them on her unmade bed and then, picked all the rubbish up. She wished she had a life remote, to fast forward all the boring stuff.

Twenty minutes later and a whole lot of cursing, her room looked a lot better. Two bin bags were full, her art stuff away and all her clothes hung back up. She smiled and looked down at her black PJ’s and frowned. She needed to get dressed! She checked the time, she had ages. Who cared if she was late? Nothing new there, huh? Emmi walked into her en-suite bathroom and pulled off her PJ’s, throwing them in the hamper. She turned the shower off and stood there in her underwear and cleaned her teeth. Once the water was ready, she stripped off and got in. She did what she had too, washed her hair and got out. Simple as that.

She walked into her room, towel wrapped around her chest. She stared at her open wardrobe, willing an outfit to jump out at her. It didn’t, today she would have to actually try and looked her usual fashion self. She sighed and sat down at her dresser, crossing her legs she dried and styled her hair. Added a little make up and chose a bag for the day. She shoved all her stuff into the bag, not bothering to check her phone. She smiled and shook her head, allowing her hair to fall into place. She didn’t chose a hair band just yet. For she had yet to chose her outfit, her make up didn’t matter. For it was black, you following?

Emmi walked into her walk in wardrobe and looked for an outfit. She chose a white dress, a white hand band and black boots. She scratched the tattoo on her wrist and looked into the mirror. ‘Now’s the time you should check yourself out…’ How vein did that sound? She chuckled slightly, knowing what she meant. Why wouldn’t she? Emmi ran her tongue over her clean teeth and smiled slightly. Going back downstairs, an English Breakfast waiting for her. She sat down and enjoyed it. Saying nothing to either parents after thanking them. Her parent’s relationship was awkward, at least for her. Her dad was old enough to be her granddad, her mother was so young compared to him. It was sickening, if that was what love was. Count Emmi out.

She finished her breakfast rather quickly and said her goodbyes. Running back upstairs for the forgotten bag. She walked back down the stairs, smiled into the mirror and then frowned at herself. Why was she smiling at herself? In case she found herself rude? Emmi couldn’t help but laugh. She walked outside and opened the garage, she shivered…why hadn’t she checked the weather before she got dressed? She sighed and ran back inside, grabbing a jacket. Her legs would just have to deal with the cold. She got into her car and plugged her ipod in, smiling as her songs blasted through the brilliant speakers. She pulled out of the garage and reversed all the way down the drive. She was just that good. She smiled and sang along to her ipod, the heater on full and the music blasting. If someone wasn’t awake…they were now. Emmi stopped at a red light, because well it was the law to do so. She tapped her steering wheel and wondered if Cam had set off yet. They didn’t live that far away from each other, in fact soon Emmi would be passing his house.

She smirked as she pulled into the correct street, as usual Emmi pressed her horn as she passed his house. It was something she did every school morning, if he hadn’t left already she’d beat him. She wondered if he even managed to make Wednesday to go home after hers? Had the girl slept at his? She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about Wednesday and her obvious crush on Cam. She shook her head and continued to drive to school. She parked up and waited in her car for a moment, knowing all that was going to meet her out there was coldness. She took a deep breath, grabbed her bags and opened the door. ‘Why are you holding your breath? It isn’t going to help. It’s cold, it doesn’t smell. Fool!’ Wow, she was on top form today, huh? She laughed slightly as she slowly let her breath out. She had a quick look around for the others truck, not seeing it, she walked inside the school building.

She pushed open the doors and smiled at those who smiled at her. She wondered where her ‘creative’ friends where. She smiled and pulled out her phone from her bag, she opened a new message.

To: Keightlynne, Kyler and Mary.
From: Emmi

Hello there Creative Peeps.
Are you at school yet?
I am, because I’m a good girl. =D

She pressed SEND and slipped her phone in her pocket. She would of texted Cam, but it would be pointless. The male wasn’t one for texting, apparently. She smiled slightly and rolled her tongue over her top teeth. She walked into the cafeteria and got a hot chocolate and then sat down at a table. Pulling out her sketch pad, she started to draw. So, what was new there? She smiled and sipped her drink, she drew the male that was sat near her table. She did it without even trying, it looked real and lifelike. She smiled as he looked at her, he most of figured what she was doing because he walked over.

“Can I see?” He asked and Emmi showed him. He smiled and sat near her. They had a conversation based on her drawing and he asked her to sign it and if he could have it. She did so and gave it to him without a second thought. The conversation didn’t last much longer, they swapped numbers and then he left. His friends came in and called him over. She leaned back on her chair and smiled, as she drunk the rest of her hot chocolate. She packed up all her drawing stuff and smiled slightly.

Her first lesson went by quite quickly, she had art and as usual she was at the top of the class. It was something she did well, in fact Emmi was good at most of her lessons. She was an intelligent female but she knew what she wanted to do with her life. Well, she didn’t per-say but she knew it had something to do with Art and Fashion. Give the girl a break, she wasn’t even eighteen yet. She smiled as she gathered her stuff and went for her second lesson. Lessons were highly boring and she wondered slightly, had Cam arrived yet? Surely he couldn’t be this late, she tilted her head and looked at the clock. ‘Time is not on my side today…wait, is it ever?’ No, it never was. But that my dear, was be side the point.

Her next lesson was English and sitting way at the back, she pulled out her art sketching pad and began to draw. The subject English was a waste of time, she was English. How much more could she learn? She smiled at the ironic subject and shook her head. She finally pulled out her phone to text him. Finally. He’d most likely not reply, but what could you do? Force him? A smirk came on those lips of hers.

To: Cam
From: Em


Bored.
Where are you?

She pressed SEND and slipped it back into her pocket. She looked out of the window and drew the view she could see. So, she obviously didn’t have English with Cam either and no one had texted her back. What were they all allergic to texting now? She sighed in frustration as the dinner bell rung and grabbed her stuff. Flinging it over her shoulder and almost taken someone out, she flashed them a smile and walked into the dining hall. She looked around, not seeing anyone she knew or anyone she usually spoke too. She went and queued up, grabbing a pasta dish and some apple juice. Her favourite drink, she sat down and began to eat, obviously not bothered that she was sitting alone.

{{Edited.}}

[T h e L4M3 DUCKii]

'Aspiring Model'

xoxoxoxoxox six am xoxoxoxoxoxox
Keightlynne chewed her lower lip and then lightly stepped out onto the smooth polished wood floor, this was a daily routine of hers, her river song started to play in the back ground as she pulled back her ballet slipper and then glided across the floor her tightly woven fiery red hair thankfully stayed in place as she spun around the room on her tip toes, her eyes were now closed. It was almost as if she were in a trance as she glided across the room to the music. One would never expect someone like her to dance to something so conservative, this was definitely a new step in her 'usual' workout but then how else would she be able to move and flex her body around as she did without some sort of foundation to go off of?

In mean come on a Model has to do what she can to keep fit. In truth this was a secret passion of Keights that no one knew about unless of course they could hid in the shadows of her private dance room. But this was only part of the passion, really her main motive was Modeling. Runway walking took poise, and grace. Something one acquired through Ballet, yes she was not naive. She needed all the balance she could get. She felt a tear trickle down from her cheek as she moved around the smooth wooden floor it had taken her months and months to save up for the work in taking care of what she had.

In her own way she was back with her Father, even if the man died years ago it was the parting of her father that caused her to change dramatically, something about the passing caused her to jolt a little into a lifeless state. That was up until she and her mother had found dance, in her eyes she was very good of course she would never public-ally announce herself as such that would be sabotage on her part. She wanted the quaint little town to think she was a nobody, was that wrong to want people to think badly of one's self? She certainly didn't think so, which was why did it, people knew her as many things in Denver, but not 'dancer' and not 'model'. It was odd the feelings and emotions she got from merely 'dancing' but really all she wanted was to see the images she had been seeing, this certain 'him' had been revealing himself a lot more in her dreams. She had never met the guy in her entire life that was for sure, if she had she would have remembered.

As she danced her way around the room she paused and then dipped, once she did she gasped and then fell back there was a wispy image of a man he looked troubled as he stood there, his eyes were a swirl of blackness, actually his eyes are what made her gasp. They did not look natural, she shook her head and then took a deep breath, if only she could figure out who this person was. She would ask him first hand what it was he wanted with her and why it was he was stalking her not only in the daylight but in her dreams. In her dreams it was worse mostly on her part because this man seemed to know who she was but she, she did not know who he was and this little factor either upset him or enraged him, she could not tell which. She slowly stood up and then calmly shut off her IPOD and then bit her lip as she tried to reach out to him.

Of course it was foolish to think that he was real, as soon as she reached out to him he evaporated leaving her empty for some reason. She gave a heavy sigh and then slowly made her way across the floor to the door in the corner of the room, as it creaked open she looked back over her shoulder once more in hope she would see 'him' again. But to her avail the image was gone, she turned her attention back up towards the staircase and then slowly made her decent upwards to the main part of her small house.

xoxoxoxoxox eight-thirty am xoxoxoxoxoxox

Keightlynne was still transfixed on the image she saw down in her dance studio ever since she had moved out to Denver Colorado things had been odd for her. Most of the events took place in the very place she lived, she remembered her landlord stating to her mother that the place was notorious because a couple lived here a long time ago. Much like Romeo and Juliet the couple had fallen into some trouble and the women was murdered, of course no one knew what exactly happened to the fallen woman's boyfriend needless to say he was never seen again. Such a tragic love story, even with it's awful past Keightlynne's mom took it and remolded most of the rooms the dance studio however she had only touched to make it brighter. The wood needed re-waxing other than that the room was the exact same right down to the rose tinted lace curtains that covered the one single large oval shaped window.

Keightlynne wrapped a soft blue cotton towel around her body and then slowly moved into her room and then took a deep breath inhaling the rose petal scent that wafted around her. When she had moved in this room smelled a lot like rose petals and vanilla, she never appreciated the 'vanilla' cent the seemed to 'compliment' the room. So she got rid of everything completely and then re-carpeted and re-furnished everything, the only thing she kept were the bird cage shaped pictures, or were they mirrors she could never tell.

She moved across the room quickly and then got herself dressed and then sprayed on her perfume. She looked around the room one last time and then exited with her keys jangling in hand and her cellphone and wallet in her back pocket. Some found it odd that a women such as her would lack a purse but that was how she was she never liked them much besides it took far too much time digging around for something un-important. She pulled open the front door and was surprised by the sun was shinning, she was almost certain that it had been raining yesterday. Well last night it had severely so much so the power went out on her end. Sometimes she hated the storms that passed through, it always reminded her of her father. She looked down at her watch and chewed her lower lip, school should be starting right about now and it was best she got on her way less she be late.

Off she went crunching her way through the gravel to the wonderful town called Denver, it was a small distance to the town but that was the price she paid for living on the outskirts of town. Some said it was bad to live there because 'bad' things happened, but she was never scared besides what did she have to be so deathly afraid of that she had not already faced. At the tender age of eleven she lost her father whom was large part of her life. And her biological farther was out of her life, she wasn't saddened about that though, just disappointed. Finally after a short ten minutes she was straightening her jacket and entering the town called Denver, she shook out her fiery red curls and then looked around her eyebrow arched. Ugh, sometimes she hated living in this town people looked at you oddly if you chose to walk places, she had a vehicle she just chose not to drive it.

Besides she liked the fresh air anyways, and if anyone cared to notice it showed charisma by doing so, what reason would she have to show anything off. Cars, pfft they were over-rated, so here she was walking through town on her way to school, if she had to she could have her mother pick her up had she decided not to walk home. She stopped at a nearby coffee shop when she felt her stomach grumble, cafeteria food was not very easy on her stomach. Upon entering the bitter aroma of coffee beans being brewed made her lips curl into a smirk. She loved the smell of it, she moved towards the counter and then greeted the women at the counter and made her order. A tall black and a danish, god sometimes she missed Paris. Paris had the sweetest rolls, not to say America lacked in fine dinning she just missed certain things about her hometown.

She pulled out her wallet and then paid the women at the counter whom smiled and offered thanks. Keightlynne took the coffee in one gloved hand and then took the Danish in the other. The thing tissue like paper kept the Danish from meeting her gloves. She sat down at one of the outside tables and then nibbled at her Danish, school didn't start for another ten or so minutes so what was the rush. She gingerly crossed her legs as she observed her surroundings, she was thankful for the tranquility. Students, no correction, people could be a hassle sometimes which caused most to brink their insanity. She never quite understood all the trends, after all what was the problem with liking someone for their personality? Screw the clothing it shouldn't matter, she was disappointed to find that most humans were far more materialistic then they knew. With a heavy sigh she finished off her Danish and then took a few sips of her coffee and then stood. She tossed the tissue like paper into the garbage and the started down the sidewalk for school.

xoxoxoxoxox Eleven-thirty xoxoxoxoxoxox

Keightlynne entered the cafeteria with a set of folders pressed to her chest, she had just barely left her science class and was now heading out for lunch. God sometimes she despised the cafeteria, it held nothing appeasing. She frowned as she chewed her lip and then nearly jumped when she felt her phone vibrate. She blinked and then looked around the and smiled happily when she saw Emmi sitting at a table alone. She quickly moved over to the table and then sat down a crossed from the girl "Well hello sunshine..." Keightlynne said as she crossed her legs underneath the table. Her french accent was a little lighter than it was before she moved to Denver.

[jessuhcwah]

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars,
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars.
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap.
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat.

"WAHHHHHH!!!!!"

Kyler awoke with a start to the sound of Clara's shrieking. He sighed to himself, rubbing his eyes. He sat up in bed, unraveling from his covers and gave a small shiver. This was only his second winter in Colorado, and he still wasn't used to it. Though for December, it was pretty warm. Just not near as warm as Los Angeles. He slid his feet off the bed, his feet pressing against the cold wooden floor. He recoiled them slightly, peeking over the edge of his bed, not returning his feet to the floor until they found themselves inside a pair of slippers. He slipped out of bed, making his way down the hall to his baby sister's room, just in time to be greeted with her shrieks once more. He picked her up gently, holding her against him and patting her back softly as she rested her head on his shoulder, whining softly. "Shhh...I'm right here, Clara. I gotcha. I gotcha." He whispered softly. That's when the smell hit him. "Oh, I get it now. You need your diaper changed, don't ya baby girl?" He asked, planting a small kiss on the top of her head, her short hair tickling his lips like peach fuzz. He set her down on the changing table, changing her diaper and dressing her in a warm outfit and grabbed her pair of baby boots. She looked up at him and giggled, drool leaking out the side of her mouth. He laughed and picked her up carefully, tossing her into the air lightly before heading back to his room. He set her down gently on his bed, handing her a rattle to gnaw on while he got dressed, slipping on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt a hoodie, and a pair of Converses. Afterwards, he brushed his teeth, and combed his hair flat rather than spiking it up like usual; it just felt like a hat day.

He then plopped down on the bed next to Clara, picking her up and laying her down flat on the bed. He grinned, bringing his fingers down to tickle her, laughing as she giggled loudly. He stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, grabbed Clara's diaper bag and trotted down stairs, Clara on his hip. He slid her into her high chair and grabbed a bottle from the kitchen, filling it with baby formula and handing it to Clara. She gave a gurgle, popping it in her mouth and chugging it down. While she ate, he grabbed a Pop-tart, eating it quickly. Once he finished, he stuck Clara's bottle in the sink, washing it out, when he noticed the note on the fridge.

Good morning sweetie!
Dad and I are gone for the week.
Have a great week and we'll see you soon.
Love, Mom

Kyler groaned, ripping the paper in half and throwing it in the trash. Not only were his parents gone for the week, but they didn't even mention the fact that they were missing his birthday. Given, they were rarely home for his birthday, but they usually at least remembered. He slid Clara out of her high chair, slipping her cap on her head and putting on his own. He grabbed her diaper bag and his backpack once more, slipping them over his shoulders once more and grabbing his keys. He slipped out the front door and took a look at his watch. "Oh s**t..we're running late!" He exclaimed, realizing that it was nearly nine o'clock already. He hurried to his car, strapping Clara into her carseat in the back and hopping in, cranking up the car and taking off. He drove a few miles into town and pulled up to the day care center. "Alright, Clara Bear, let's get you to day care!" Kyler exclaimed, hopping out of the car, and unstrapping Clara from her car seat. Her propped her on one hip, grabbing the diaper with his free hand and heading into the day care. He was greeted by an exuberant voice, "good morning Kyler!!" The youngest teacher, Kate said, meeting him at the sign-in table. "Good morning Kate." He grinned, signing Clara in and handing her over to Kate. "Parents out of town again?" She asked, taking Clara with a grin. Kyler sighed. "Yup, for the next week." He said. "Well I guess we'll be seeing quite a bit of each other then, won't we?" She asked, grimacing as Clara tugged on her earring. Kyler reached out, grabbing Clara's hand. "Clara, no ma'am. We don't grab people's earrings." He said, giving her hand a small slap. She made a face as though she were going to cry, but changed her mind, reaching out to grab Kyler's nose. He laughed, lifting his face up and opening his mouth, curling his lips over his teeth and 'biting' on her hand, making 'nom-nom' sounds. She giggled, withdrawing her hand. He kissed her forehead and grinned at her. "I'll be back at four o'clock kiddo. Thanks Kate, I'll be back later!" He said, hurrying out the door. He hopped back in his car and cranked up, heading to the school.

He parked in his usual spot, yanking his backpack out of the backseat and heading into school. As he dead, he checked his phone, seeing he had a text message from Emmi. He hit reply and typed out a quick message on his iPhone.

Hey, sorry, I'm running a lil' late. Woke up late and had
to drop Clara off at daycare. Parents are outta town again.
Didn't even even bother to tell me happy birthday. Rawrr.
See ya at lunch!

He hit send, slipping his phone back in his pocket and rushing into class.


Skip ahead to lunchtime!

Kyler made his way into the cafeteria, shark backpack slung over his shoulder, and made his way into line, grabbing a burger, fries, and a water, and looked around, spotting Emmi and Keightl sitting by themselves, getting their grub on. He made his way through the cafeteria and plopped down next to Emmi, knocking shoulders with her and grinning. "Why hello there ladies! What're you doin' all the way over here by yourself?" He addressed the both of them, laughing. He pulled off his hoodie, his shirt lifting up enough to show off his newest tattoo, which wasn't completely colored in yet, but still amazing. He was excited. Sort of a birthday present to himself. He pulled his shirt back down before taking a bite of his burger and peeking over at Emmi once more, a wide grin set on his lips.


❝I wanna be a rockstar.❞

[Chronic Disco]

------------------ ✖ ✖ W e d n e s d a y F r i d a y W h i t e

When they're messin'
with the dreamer
I can laugh it in the face.
Twist and shout my way out.

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Already going on eight-thirty, Wednesday and Cameron knew for sure that they would be late. Only due to his sister being the main cause of this. Come to find out Cameron hadn’t even awoken yet. Wednesday heaved a sigh of frustration. Not only for her practically being late, but another reason entirely. A rather petty reason that made her mind seethe with spite. Already dressed and ready to head out, but not ready to leave. At least not without Cameron. She couldn’t stop staring at him while he slept on the couch. Despite his heavy snoring, she still found him semi-cute. Nonetheless that didn’t change the fact that Wednesday wasn’t still angry with him. So why is it that he can sleep in the same bed as Emmi, but not with me…. Out of sheer spite, Wednesday reached for the pillow beneath Cam‘s head and gave him a good whack to his noggin with it. “We‘re already late so try not to waste any time getting ready.” Her tone sounding rather bitter, which is quite strange for someone as easy going as herself.

It didn‘t take much time at all for Cam to get ready. Right when his sister emerged from the bathroom, he came out as quick as he went in. Plus with him not caring much for fashion picking out his attire was never time consuming. The complete opposite of Emmi. Wednesday could never understand how Cam and Emmi were friends. Yet again her jealousy began to shine through. Soon enough he‘ll come around. Just be patient. A wide eyed smile appeared upon her face as Cam stepped out of the room. She gave a smile brighter than that of a thousand suns, but of course he paid no mind to Wednesday and brushed right past her as if she wasn‘t standing right in front of his view at all. Trying not to show her agitation, she kept right on smiling. Out of all of the people in the world Cam, the person she went ga ga for, enraged her the most. She watched as he went through his phone glancing down at a text he received. Of course it was from Emmi, he wouldn‘t be snickering to himself like that if it wasn‘t from her. For some reason Wednesday wanted to claw that girl‘s eyes out, and yet they called each other “best friends.“

_______ஐ_______"Don't you know that I'm Toxic!?"_______ஐ_______

Finally the two arrived together in Cameron‘s car. Wednesday unfortunately didn‘t have one of her own so she often relied on him for rides. Due to her being uber pissed at Cameron, the ride felt like an eternity of silence. Thank the heavens that he didn‘t live that far from the damn building. Even though she felt angry with him, Wednesday still adored being in his presence. As they walked into the school she clutched onto his hand. Still feeling out of it, Cam didn‘t really have much of a reaction. No matter she was busy enjoying every moment of holding his hand to even think about being angry or how awkward this might be for Cam. After a few minutes of walking together into the cafeteria, she couldn‘t wash the stupid grin off of her face. Until she spotted Emmi and Keight. Well Wednesday didn‘t so much mind Keight, but it was Emmi who made her feel uncomfortable. Her insecurities were getting the best of her, causing for a tighter grip onto poor Cameron. ”Hey lets get something to eat, I‘m famished.” Without him even getting the chance to wave to Emmi and Keight, Wednesday yanked him away faster than a speeding bullet.

No matter how many times Cameron told Wednesday that there wasn‘t anything going on between himself and Emmi, she still couldn‘t let her guard down. Which seemed to be causing a rift within their friendship. Pretty soon Cam would grow tired of her clinginess and leave her for Emmi. Not like that isn‘t already happening in the first place. Then again if the girl wasn‘t so damn jealous she wouldn‘t have to be so clingy. The two of them, still attached and all, grabbed their meal and sat on the opposite end of the cafeteria as Emmi. She pretended to feel at ease, but in reality she felt anything but relaxed whenever that girl was around. ”I saw you at your swim meet. You did so well, I know you‘ll definitely succeed all of the other swimmers. Oh are we still hanging out today after school? Don’t forget that you promised to go shopping with me. We still have that New Year‘s party to go to. So who will you be taking Cam?” Wednesday glanced over at Cam then looked quickly away over to Emmi‘s table. ”I‘m taking Emmi. We made plans a while ago….” The very words that she fret to hear, came out loud and clear. Wednesday tried not to let the anger she felt boiling inside of her show. Instead she looked away from Emmi, not able to bring herself to look up at Cam. ”Oh….” The only thing that she could manage to say was “oh.“ There was a bit of an awkward silence. Luckily Cam decided to break the ice. ”Of course I‘ll still take you shopping though. Lord knows that you need something decent to wear.” A small chuckle managed to escape her lips. She looked up at Cam, her face turned as crimson as a traffic light. ”Hey Friday are you feeling alright? Your face is a little red.”

Figures a love Nazi like Cam would be oblivious to someone crushing on him. No matter how obvious the other person made it, he still wouldn‘t be able to figure it out. ”I‘m gonna go early to class. There‘s this thing…that needs to um….be done.” On that note she left.

Feel Inspi[red] to be different

[Professor-Kittens]

✖✖✖Tћe Foяeign Exchánge Student✖✖

Give me a chance,

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I'm not as weird as you think

U P S T A I R S / D O W N

D O G

C A R

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Kaius popped his knuckles and cleared his throat. 'I do have some
homework to finish..' He though standing up. Then glued to him as
he walked quickly down the little aisle that was open for him to walk.
Kaius placed his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet.
He breathed at a slow and careful pace. Voices echoed through his
mind. High girly voices and low male voices. The young boy lifted his
hand and ran it through his tangle free hair. A bulletin on the wall was
covered in flyers of different events coming up. The whole ski resort trip
which he was positive he was going to attend, different try-outs and clubs
one advertisement caught his eye. A ballet studio? He ripped off the flyer
and continued walking down the empty hall. Kai's feet pittered and pattered
against the floor as he made his way to the library, Not many people went
there. Not shocking, Gossip was the thing that occured at this time for
many people no matter what the school or where it's located. Small
shoves was what he felt as people passed him. Kai ignored them since his
eyes were still glued to the bright green paper.

His hand opened the door to the library. Kai finally lifted his eyes from the paper
to greet the librarian. "Good morning." He said smilling. A soft smile was
a good enough reply for him. At the back of the library was where he took his spot.
Setting his back pack on the table, he kept the paper in his hand. Kaius rubbed
his neck and sighed. Dancing was one thing he was rather well at. Ballet especially.
Extreme Sports were okay with him dance was just something he could beat just
about any male at. On the other hand, girls? Nope, they could do better than him
no matter what. Since Kai was young his mother put him in different types of teams.
You name it. Track? Yes sir. Baseball? Yeah. Basketball? If those other two were
yes, just take a guess. Yeah he was in basketball. For a boy, you'd think he'd be
made fun of for being that little ballet boy. No ma'am or sir. He was respected. Here?
In America? Good luck. You have to be manly, you have to be able to tackle another
man or knock the ball out of the other man's hands. 'Might as well give it go.. Not
like I can be made fun of any more than I am right now.' He smiled and folded the
paper into fourths placing it in his sweaters pocket. Kaius opened the first zipper of
his back pack and groaned taking out the huge text book for english. His fingers
glided quickly along the printed letters. His hand shuggled through the small pouch
of the Jansport back pack.

Pulling out a piece of paper and leaf pencil the boy continued reading the easy text.
He already knew the majority of this. Nothing to hard, but it wasn't as easy as one two
three. A slight sigh escaped Kai's mouth. His lead pencil squeeked annoyingly against
the college ruled paper. Once he finally finished writing he smiled placing the piece of
homework on the page where the questions were. He closed the text book carefully and
placed the text book gently in the back pack. 'Might as well start getting ready to go
to that studio later.' A slight smile curved across his pale skin. In his pocket he fished
out his iTouch. Slight scratches against the screen made him laugh a bit. His went
carefully through the list looking for the perfect song. 'Hm..' He bit down on his
bottom lip and groaned finding nothing at the right beat for him. Kai smiled as he
found the perfect song to make up his own choreography to. His feet lightly tapped
against the floor as he closed his eyes while listening to the amazing beat.



.Your only as tall as your heart will let you be
And your only as small as the world will make you seem
When the going gets rough and you feel like you may fall
Just look on the brightside your roughly six feet tall

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Now Emmi was very different than most, most of the time her head was in Fashion or Art and although she got on with Cam well. His dress sense wasn’t what she called Fashion, but he suited it and she had often bought him clothes, that he never ended up wearing. She’d attempt again soon, the swimming jock needed a better dress sense. Even if his clothes weren’t bad in the first place, that was be side the point. Emmi was still sat alone and although this would of bothered most. It didn’t in the slightest bother Emmi. Why? She wasn’t all that bad in her own company, sure she did stupid things to entertain herself. But usually, everything worked out great or at least good. Emmi picked up her fork and stabbed her pasta, she then brought it to her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. She looked deep in thought and she was, until someone sat with her.

She dragged herself out of her own mind, literally imagining herself pulling herself by the hair. She looked up and smiled, those white teeth playing against those kissable lips, as she looked upon her friend. “Hello hunni.” She said with that social smile of hers. “My first two lessons were so boring, I could almost hear my brain frying. Seriously.” She said and laughed slightly. She continued to eat, wanting to be finished soon so she didn’t have to spend the entire lunch eating. She looked around and just as she did so, she saw Cam and Wednesday. The look Wednesday gave her could of killed…if looks could killed. But this was nothing out of the ordinary lately. She couldn’t help but laugh. If this had been anyone else they would of felt hurt. Emmi didn’t, for she knew the reason. Wednesday was totally crushing on the Love Nazi and as usual Cam had no idea, didn’t care. She seemed to think there was something going on between Cam and herself, there wasn’t. But that didn’t seem to matter. Cam treated Emmi differently than he did Wednesday and she obviously saw this as a threat. Emmi didn’t believe she was one, a threat that was.

Emmi felt her phone vibrate and in the middle of chewing and thinking, she pulled it out of her dress pocket. Crossing her tanned legs, her long hair fallen over her shoulders. She read the text and smiled slightly, there was no point texting him back. He would be here soon, she smiled and slipped her phone into her bag. The text was like most of the others he sent her, his parents were irrespirable and he was like a father to his sister. Emmi liked children, but she wouldn’t be able to do what Kyler was doing. He was some sort of Saint, he must be. To look after your sister, like you were a parent was hard work.

She watched how Wednesday dragged him around and she frowned slightly, then shook her head. She was going to comment on it when someone else joined their table. She was sat next to and Emmi looked towards him and smirked as he pushed against her slightly. “Afternoon.” Ah, a women of many words. Didn’t you just love her greetings? She did speak, usually when she had something more to say. It wasn’t very often the female was speechless, but she didn’t over talk. She looked back at Kyler and smiled slightly. “I don’t know how you do it, you know? It would bug the hell out of me if my parents ditched and left nothing but a note. Didn’t they even tell you, you were going to have to look after Clara?” She asked, her brown orbs looking into his. “It’s not your birthday for three days, is it?” She said with a small frown, she was sure his birthday was on the Fourth. It was the first today, wasn’t it?

She tilted her head and frowned in confusion for a moment, she then shrugged and finished her pasta. Finally finishing, she pushed the tray to the side and smiled slightly. She drank her favourite juice, which was Apple juice. She drank it through a straw, but instead of leaning towards the drink, she brought it to her. She was just that clever. She looked around and looked where Wednesday sat, watching Cam follow her, she almost pictured him as a puppy, with his tail in-between his legs. She couldn’t help but smirk and shake her head. “So, anyone got anything planned for tonight?” She asked looking from one friend to the other.

She looked at Cam and smirked at him, would he get what she meant? Would he know she was calling him for allowing Wednesday to pull him around. Cam usually did this to her and most of the time, Emmi slapped his shoulder. Telling him she wasn’t his lapdog and then stuck her tongue out at him, like a five year old. She looked at Wednesday and at that moment in time, she caught the glare from Wednesday. This one was different than the others, she actually looked like she hated Emmi. She frowned and without thinking, Emmi gave her the middle finger. No one was looking at her like that, for no apparent reason. If Wednesday wanted to be childish about her pathetic crush, for a male who wouldn’t even notice. She could, but Emmi wasn’t going to put up with it. She looked at Cam and frowned and looked back at Kyler and Keight. She was frustrated with herself for flipping her off, already she was getting on Emmi’s last nerves. ‘Smooth move, Em. Now Cam’s going to think its something more than it is. Damn it!’ She drank her drink once more, now completely ignoring whatever was going on with Cam and Wednesday. She didn’t care, Wednesday could be as childish and as much of a tool as she liked. Soon, she’d have no friends. If she kept going on this way, soon she’d most likely think the whole school was after Cam… ‘Wait, that would be amusing, he’d have to notice then.’ She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.

This was something she did often, laugh at herself and why did she to that? It was simple. She found herself amusing, she liked her humour and she didn’t really care if people didn’t ‘get it’ or her. She sighed. “I seriously need to sit on my hands.” She said to her friends and looked at Keight’s outfit. “You look stunning Keight.” She said and smiled, she usually complimented people’s outfits when she liked them. “Wednesday is winding me up, she’s being so childish about this thing with Cam.” Who didn’t know that Wednesday liked Cam? Well, Cam didn’t. She was pretty sure everyone else did, though. She shook her head, not being able to stop herself from looking over. She couldn’t hear what he said, but she lip read her name. Wednesday seemed upset and left Cam sitting alone. She sighed and shook her head.

Kyler pulled off his hoodie and lifted his shirt, without thinking Emmi touched the tattoo lightly, her fingers barely adding pressure. “You’re mad.” She said with a laugh and placed her hand back with her other, in front of her. Emmi had a tattoo on her wrist but in size, hers was nothing compared to his and his wasn’t even finished yet. “It’s cool though. On a scale of one to ten, how much did it hurt?” For the moment, he had her full attention. This wasn’t something that ever last long, it was the same with Cam, with everyone in fact. She looked away, full attention gone. But she was never not listening, she looked at Keight and smiled. “Do you have any photo shoots coming up?” She asked and smiled. She was sure there was some loyal ones, had she tried out for them? If they were there, she was sure the other most off. She smiled and looked around once more, where was Mary Chris? She didn’t see her and so, brought her attention back to her table.

She didn’t want to know where Wednesday had gone, or if Cam had seen her swear at Wednesday. Usuaully Emmi giving you the finger was nothing, but her facial expression had been different. Where usually she was smiling or something, telling you to F*** off because of something you said to her, but in a joking fashion. Nothing was a joke about the way she had done it to Wednesday and when she saw her, she’d tell her why too. ‘b***h.’ She thought bitterly and frowned.

[Edited slightly]

[Chronic Disco]

[Cam]eronSWOOPScottSWOOPVegas

"I'll take the best of your bad moods...

Right when Wednesday frantically ran off to class, Cam got up threw out his stuff and went toward Emmi and Keight. ”Hello ladies, I have arrived.” He smiled at the two and gave Emmi a punch in the arm. Jokingly of course. “You better look fabulous when you attend that New Years party with me. After all an athlete such as my self cannot be seen with anything less.” Yet again he meant that all in jest. ”So am I taking you dress shopping as well? Wednesday and I had plans but you‘re welcome to come if you want. You too Keight. Of course such a fiery red head as yourself couldn‘t be seen in anything less. Am I right? Besides since I‘m already being Wednesday‘s b***h I mine as well go along and be yours for the evening. Cam jokingly winked at Keight before yet again abusing Emmi. The usual kicking her from underneath the table, and mocking her posh mannerisms. “Oh yeah Em, I‘m sleeping over at your place tonight. My folks have been getting on my case about Wednesday and it‘s kind of starting to get to me. She‘s a nice girl and all, but you know how I loathe relationships. So I‘m gonna need to pull a bit of a disappearing act over at your place for a bit.” Typical for Cam to just declare rather than ask permission of favors from Emmi. Half of the time he just made surprise visits to her house. Just dropping in and out as he pleased. Of course the same applies for her as well. Their parents are practically best friends, hell his mother used to have some sort of relationship with her father. Talk about awkward, but they‘d rather just keep that bit of history in the past where it belongs.

Cam continued to taunt his dear ol‘ gal pal a bit more. Ah yes again with their sexual jokes, but hey when weren‘t they making pervy little jokes. It was just so obvious that they wanted to fool around with each other. But because he knew as much as she did that relationships aren‘t their strong point. So best not to do anything more than stay friends or something might manifest into something serious….. Love blech! ”So it‘ll just be me and you at your house, on your bed, with the lights… and our clothes off.” Of course he found this to be funny, but at the same time it was something that he didn‘t mind doing. At this point he felt highly sexually frustrated. He couldn‘t help but to have the urge of wanting to screw his best friend, who happened to only be sitting across from him. Those raging teenage hormones of his were going out of control. Almost like a tiger in it‘s cage who was waiting to be let lose merely to misbehave. Emmi being his main target. It wasn‘t as though he wanted to date her, he just wanted something more like a one night stand kind of thing. Feeling this way made him feel terrible. But is it really that bad to lust for your best friend….um yes! Which is why for weeks now, Cam had been distancing himself from her. Wouldn‘t want to end up forcing himself upon her. Because boys and girls rape is never fun, plus jail wouldn‘t work out very well for Cam. Too much of a pretty boy, who is too critical. So critical that he would totally get his a** kicked day in and out.

”So about the New Year‘s party, I heard that James is hosting it. The event is supposedly semi-formal. Which means that I‘m not providing a ride for any hobo looking chicks. Plus my cousin from out of town is letting me borrow his car, and damn is it a fine piece of metal.” Another one of Cam‘s guilty pleasures. The guy could go on and on about cars. He knew them from the inside out, and just about every car ever made.

Remembering the small gesture Emmi gave to Wednesday not to long ago made him want to snatch her by the arm and drag her off somewhere. This little charade going on between those two needed to be spoken about. He certainly wasn‘t going to go to Wednesday, she is already an emotional wreck as it is, for whatever reason unbeknownst to Cam. He dug out his cell phone and began texting away. Oh mighty lord Cam was texting! Which means he desperately needed to address the situation. The two were supposedly friends, but in reality they were never all that close. Meaning Wednesday and Emmi of course. Cam was always the one to keep the peace going. Man girls can be so catty sometimes. Especially Emmi and her brutal way of speaking. Cam never took it to heart though, because most of the time it was a joke or he just took it as one.

To: Little Britain
From: Your owner

What the hell is up with you and Wednesday?
I may give off being oblivious,
but I could clearly see the glares going back and forth,
not to mention the whole finger ordeal.
I don‘t know what the heck is going on with the two of you,
but it‘s getting ridiculous.
I mean gosh if the two of you want me that bad,
I‘d say some good ol‘ fashioned mud wrestling would solve the problem.
;]

With that out of the way Cam went back to the conversation. “So Keight do you have a date to the party? It is required that everyone go with someone. Don‘t want to look like a tool. But I‘m sure with your looks you‘ll be reeling ‘em in. I could always take the both of you and look like a pimp with two ladies around each arm.” The thought of ever being a pimp or any sort of player brought a rather large smile upon his lips. He considered dating to be a laughable manner. He then turned to Kyler, just now taking notice to the young man‘s existence. Pretty much expected from Cam the oblivious. ”I already got a handful taking little miss British over there. But I‘m pretty sure you got girls lining up to ask you out eh?” Joshing it up with male friends was always fun, which is what he needed. Often times he would forget that Emmi is indeed a female and not one of his male buds to talk about certain male things about. Despite all of the joking Cam was doing, he felt rather uneasy. First off he wanted to push Emmi and Wednesday off of a cliff, and then there was that whole thing about wanting to F*** Emmi. His mind felt a bit scattered at the moment. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was sort everything out.

...and dress them up to make a better you."

[T h e L4M3 DUCKii]

'Aspiring Model'
Keightlynne would have been perfectly content sitting there enjoying Emmi's company, she and Emmi were perfectly harmless when together. Well unless they were in the store then it was chaos, she remembered clearly the last time she and her went shopping only it had been on Cameron's. In her opinion Cameron was fine just the way he was, loud and eccentric, of course Emmi being the Fashionista that she was saw potential. Keightlynne found the whole idea amusing. She would take the clothing to Cameron and then watch as pretended to appreciate it, really Keightlynne thought his false appreciation was only to get his hands on Emmi. Because soon after he was hugging the girl. And the clothes you ask? Well they went in his closet somewhere, yeah that was Cameron. Keightlynne was brought back from her mere flashback when Kyler sat down next to Emmi and leaned into her bumping her shoulder.

Keightlynne's lips parted slightly as she watched Kyler for a moment, she would not make it obvious, the fluttering against her chest. She could never make that sort of thing obvious, but the way he was looking at her made her heart sink. Rather than appearing how she felt she put on one of her smiles, she merely pretended she was in front of the camera. Yes, the camera was always an easy escape, she could pose and be someone else, someone adored. Oh you had no idea what it was like being a model, or at least an aspiring model. She had to keep her figure picture perfect, and flaws? Well they were a big 'no no' in the industry, if your nose was too big then you had to fix it, if your hair color was the wrong shade it had to be re-dyed. She could remember the many times her photographer had decided that she was better a red head, she was thankful she was naturally. As of late she had been doing many posses with her hair up which annoyed her, at this very moment her hair was curled at the ends and obediently laying atop her shoulders. her bangs were held meticulously with a headband.

With a career like her one could never be too sure when things would happen, so really she had to be at her best twenty-four seven. Really some debated over the position Hayle had, dare she say it? She could have sworn she heard some rattling on about how Keightlynne would fit the role better. Ha, that was the issue though, Keightlynne was not a b-tch nor was she conceited. Aside from that she was happy being where she was. She was brought back yet again when Emmi complimented her outfit. She smiled, giving away her genuine smile, some considered it sensual the way she smiled. The curvature of her lips gave people the impression she had done something naughty. Suggestive if you will, she was partially suggestive, then Emmi mentioned Wednesday and the corners of her lips drooped a little. She was frowning "Winding you up? Pfft I swear she acts like a little lap dog chasing about poor Cameron around.....obsessed much?" she murmured her french accent ever more present in her frustration to be understood.

Oh so you though just because she was in America a while her English was perfect? No no sometimes when she was really pissed off she spoke her foreign language which usually caught people off guard. Cameron was actually her foreign pal, she wondered if he learned all for her, he responded in perfect English but understood her completely. It was actually rather funny watching the outside parties trying to get her and Cameron. Her eyes averted towards Kylers half hidden tattoo, she chewed her lip and then smirked when Emmi asked how much it hurt. God she could never be brave like that. She despised needles, but there you have it Keightlynne got a pretty good view of Kyler without having to do any work. Ha, this was turning out to be easier than she thought, just when she was going to respond she followed Emmi's eyes. There Wednesday was, the lap dog in the flesh, her nose crinkled in disgust "Mon Deui.....disgusting...." she retorted nastily.

Ah, there Keightlynne was being complex with her mixed English, she was appalled that Emmi had actually flipped Wendesday off. Of course she smirked then too, Emmi, her darling Emmi. She shook her head and then sighed as she turned away and looked down at the table, her soft curls falling over her face as she traced her index finger over the table. She had ignored the lunch line not all appeased with the daily menu, didn't anyone ever thing there were actually veg heads out there. She ignored Kyler eating the Hamburger and continued to trace "Ummmm, actually I don't think so.....Emmi I need your opinion on my wardrobe though I have a client wanting me in swimwear...." she said finally looking up. That's when she heard Cameron, she smiled and averted her eyes to Cameron playfully "Cameron, Mi Amour...." she exclaimed flirtatiously. Of course this was hilarious because Keightlynne had no feelings what so ever for Cameron this was just harmless flirting. She crossed her legs underneath the table and blew Cameron a kiss. Ha! this was her daily routine with him mostly to piss off Wednesday, as if the girl already didn't have problems with Emmi, she ignored Cameron's comment about her attire for the party.

That was when Cameron whipped out his cell and started to text, wow that was a definite first in his book, didn't he hate texting? She shrugged and then returned her attention back to Emmi and Kyler and then chewed her lip nervously, damn that Kyler for being so adorable. "Focus Keighty..." she thought bitterly. Cameron brought her back yet again with his quip about her having a date, well no one had asked her as of yet. She smirked when Cameron offered to take her and Emmi and appear pimpish "Pfft Cam I am no show girl mister you will have to give me a good time too" she said laughing softly. The mention of James caught her off guard, well it would be just like him to wouldn't it? Ack, now she was hungry, she chewed her lip and then rose from her seat "I will be right back, I am starting to get hungry...." she said and blew her friends kisses before moving over to the lunch line.

She pre-decided that she would take the salad, this was a usual for Keightlynne, as she moved to the front of the line she. She spooned up her salad and then ladled some peaches , ah now she was ready to go. She exited with her bottle of water and tray and slowly made her move to her table when something distracted her, Gavyn Marshall Craven and his little posse. She gasped as she bumped rught into him her water bottle dropepd onto the floor and rolled behind Gavyn, she wasn't paying attention to whom was behind all she knew was she was looking at the Quarterback awkwardly. Gavyn smirked and then attempted to take a step back when someone blocked it, it was a football member and he was eying Keightlynne suspiciously.

"Come on gav tell the b-tch to move.....I mean unless you wanna try her on...." Gavyn looked over his shoulder and then shook his head but he was smirking. This was a bad sign perhaps Meeli had all but corrupted one small thing about Gavyn, he shrugged it off and then walked right past Keightlynne. His teammate did the same but not without a parting gift, he raised his hand and smacked the tray upward causing her lunch to fly up and clatter to the floor. Gavyn didn't even so much as flinch nor turn back, perhaps he should have, but he didn't. Keightlynne screamed and then glared at the now distant laughing football player "It;s like that Gavyn, when she isn't around you don't care?!" she shouted back at Gavyn at his designated table across from the Populars. he smiled at her and shrugged, and then slouched in his chair ignoring Keightlynne's outburst.

To him she was a nobody trying to get on top, disgusted Keightlynne huffed and then brushed off the lettuce leaves from her shirt and darted out of the cafeteria as soon as the cafeteria was jeering at her. The football team? Well they were thumping in approval, cheerleaders were swooning and Gavyn, well he was just sitting there soaking it in quietly. Keightlynne emerged from the Cafeteria and entered the now quiet hallway, she pressed her back against the cook red locker and then dropped to the floor and sighed. God did she hate the football team, she wondered why Cameron was even part of that clique.


[OhOhSea:
Mon Dieu= My god
Mi amour= my love

EDIT for Chronic!]

[jessuhcwah]

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars,
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars.
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap.
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat.

Just as Kyler was walking up to the table, he saw Emmi flip someone off, and turned around to see Wednesday and Cameron standing there. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The whole Wednesday - Cameron - Emmi triangle was just ridiculous. He knew Emmi and Cameron were just friends. Hell, he had feelings, pretty big feelings, for Emmi, but he would never treat Cameron the way Wednesday treated Emmi. That was just pure ignorance on Wednesday's part. She'll never have a chance with Cameron if she's going to treat Emmi like that, what with how long they'd been friends. He hadn't been here near as long as Wednesday, and it was still quite obvious to Kyler that Cam and Emmi were just friends. Sure, sometimes Cam sort of, well, almost degraded Emmi, what with the sexual references, but he knew that it was all in jest. But maybe that was just him. As much as he and Emmi talked, it was sort of obvious.

That was one thing that he adored about Emmi. He could talk to her about anything. She was one of the few people who really understood how involved in Clara's life he had to be. Everyone else saw him as this irresponsible older brother that drank too much and gave her to Mark on the weekends so he could go out partying. But truly, who could blame the guy? The weekends were the only time he had to himself. The rest of the time he had Clara on his hip. And he didn't force Mark to take her on the weekends, Mark practically had to drag her away from him. He loved that little girl with all his heart. Probably more than his parents did. He was just afraid what would happen to her when he graduated. He didn't want to leave her. He didn't want her to just go to some strange nanny all week every week. He wanted his parents to realize what a bright little girl she was. How beautiful, and special she could be, and the amazing things she could bring to their family. He wanted her to be his. He wished he was her daughter. But he knew that if he ever tried to take her away from his parents that they'd throw him out, on his a**, and completely cut him off. It'd never work. He sighed heavily to himself as he pulled off his hoodie.

Kyler laughed when Emmi mentioned his 'madness,' shrugging his shoulders at the mention of pain. "It wasn't bad, really. The outlining isn't the worst of it, it's when they start coloring it in that's going to suck. It's on a pretty tender piece of skin, but it looks pretty badass, if I don't say so myself." He said, flashing his pearly whites with a grin. It was rare that he and Emmi had one on one, what with her attention span being so small, so he enjoyed every chance he got with her. But he'd lost her again, to the rest of the crowd, and just shrugged. They texted a lot, so it at least felt like he had her all to himself most times, and that's what mattered to him. To took a swig of water, screwing the cap back on before yanking his hat and tugging his fingers through his hair. He sort of wished to himself that he'd actually fixed his hair, but he shrugged, waving it off. Nothing he could do now.

At the mention of a party, Kyler's head popped up. He listened to Cameron mention it, saying something about James hosting a New Year's Eve party, and grinned to himself. He always did love parties, but when Cam turned to him and mentioned that he was taking Emmi, Kyler couldn't help but be disappointed. Sure, he wasn't usually into the idea of a 'semi-formal' party, but the thought of maybe taking Emmi would've made it better. but that's apparently out of the question now, and he shrugged it off when Cam mentioned Kyler's supposed luck with girls. He chuckled, muttering a small "yeahh..." Who was he kidding? He'd never had luck with girls. Which, not to be egotistical or anything, kind of surprised Kyler. He thought he was good-looking, and he was a hell of a guitar player, but apparently that just didn't appeal to girls anymore. He looked to the fiery red-head, Keight, and gave a small smile. He could take her, but for some reason, he had a feeling that she had feelings for him, and he really didn't want to give her the wrong idea. She was gorgeous, no doubt, but his eyes were already set on Emmi.

His mind found it's way back to the word party, and he reentered the world around him once more. "I'm throwing a party out at my place this weekend, if you guys want to come. It's my birthday on the fourth, I'm going to be nineteen. Mom and Dad are out for the week and my brother's taking Clara for me for the weekend, sort of as a birthday present to me. Invite everyone you know, it's going to be pretty great." He said, sort of quietly. He wasn't usually so quiet, he was just a bit bummed by the semi-formal. But he wouldn't let it get him down. He looked forward to the party. It released his fears, his inhibitions. He hadn't told anyone here about having leukemia. Not yet. He wasn't ready for that. He didn't trust anyone that much yet. But that was the best thing about partying. He drank those fears away. He was quite surprised that he hadn't let it slip at a party yet, but if he did, he did. At least everyone would know then.



❝I wanna be a rockstar.❞

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Emmi said nothing more, for her talking was met with silence and she was pretty sure both of her friends were thinking. She could almost feel the ground shaking beneath them, she held her tongue. So she wouldn’t make a comment on the fact, she was sure their brains were melting. She could smell burning! She smiled and looked down, for a moment she allowed her hands to play with one another, just to keep herself busy. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw his clothes, of course she’d know his clothes anywhere. Emmi smiled at Keight as she answered her finally. Glad the others voice box was working. “He’s so oblivious, its almost funny.” She said and laughed. She smiled as the other asked about helping her with her wardrobe and couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, I have these cool designs that I can get someone to make.” Emmi was good at a lot of things, but making clothes wasn’t one of them.

She knew who it was, she didn’t look at him. Not until he sat down, not until he seemed to throw her a comment. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, no kidding.” Of course he had arrived, what a thing to say. ‘Stop being so bitter, it isn’t his fault!’ Yes it was! Him and his stupid friendship. Why couldn’t he just see it and turn her down already. She looked around, back to Kyler. She smiled slightly and leaned on his shoulder. “You wouldn’t hit me like he does, would you?” She said, then smiled. She was joking, sitting back upright she looked back at Cam and screwed up her nose slightly, as if smelled. He did, but he smelt nice. However…that was be side the point!

She rolled her eyes as his ego played up. “Please, just put a paper bag over you head. You won’t have to see me and you’ll look great.” Now, Cam never took what she said to heart. She was joking, this is the way she was. You either knew she was joking or you didn’t. Sometimes she didn’t even indicate she was in fact joking. No smile, no laugh. How were you suppose to know? You just should, Emmi was never nasty without good reason. Plus, she was still secretly annoyed with Cam for introducing Wednesday into their group. He should of just kept the two girls separate. Wednesday never would of know how he treated Emmi then. Now she had to put up with the bad looks and holding herself back from punching her face in. Stupid women. She actually frowned as he mentioned Wednesday in front of her. Was he really that dence? “Please, at the moment I’d rather stab myself in the eyes, with a fork than put up with her and her childish evils.” She said and shook her head. “Lord help her if I see her today, she’s going to get a mouthful.” She said and looked Cam straight in the eyes. “You my dear Cammie, can be Wednesday’s b***h all you like. I’m not going to be.” She said and stuck her tongue out at her best friend.

Emmi’s eyes found his once more, he was able to keep her attention, simply because he was always talking. But the moment he stopped and she had answered. He lost it. This wasn’t because she had a short attention span, she just didn’t like staring at people. For no apparent reason and liked to watch those she spoke to. It wasn’t wrong, it was natural. She just moved her eyes often. As he expressed that he was going to be staying at hers, she laughed. For the first time since he came over. “I’ve moved, haven’t I told you?” She said, finally in a real joking tone. No hiding that joke, she smiled and shrugged. “Okay hun.” Was all she said.

Okay, so she was pretty sure she should have been listening as Cam was going on and on about sex. In fact this was nothing new, she was use to it. People who weren’t were often disgusted and thought Emmi was some slag. She wasn’t, but she would sure give it a shot…aha. Had you going there, huh? Emmi rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but laugh, as she was hit on the shoulder and kicked. She screwed up her nose and stuck out her tongue. In a way only she did. She rolled her eyes and looked back at Cam. It was a good job she liked him…otherwise she would of beaten him up so bad by now. He was always joking with her, in fact she was pretty sure they hardly ever had a serious conversation, if it could be helped. “More like you, my bed and the lights and covers. I’ll be off out somewhere, getting drunk and partying. You can have fun with your own hand. I’m sure.” She stuck her tongue out at him and smiled slightly. It was a good job, she never took the other seriously.

Emmi was completely oblivious to Cam’s latest fix. The sex jokes had always been there, nothing new was there. So, how would she know? He had been spending more time with Wednesday but this wasn’t something she was entirely bothered about. She wasn’t clingy and Cam could do as he liked. She wasn’t going to even attempt to control him, it would be like getting a bull to like red. She smiled at the impossible task and couldn’t help but smile. She looked back at Cam and smiled slightly as he mentioned the car. “Boy’s and there toys, huh?” She said and kicked him slightly under the table. “Don’t listen to him Kyler. You don’t have to take anyone. Cam’s just scared he’ll look like a loser if he goes alone. Chances are Wednesday with drag him around. As he’s her lapdog.” She was totally winding Cam up. “Plus, we can all go as a group if you like. I’m sure Cam wouldn’t mind us all riding together?” She said and flashed him a smile. Like he did with her before, she didn’t ask. It was how they were. Plus more than likely they’d need a taxi back.

She smirked and chuckled as Cam mentioned her nickname, it was a cute nickname. She smiled as her phone went off, moments after seeing him text. She smirked and laughed slightly. She pulled it out of her bag and frowned slightly at the beginning of the text. She then smiled at the end.

To: Mr Ego
From: Ego Slasher

Please, I wouldn’t touch Wednesday if you paid me.
I’m sick of her stares. She’s getting on my last nerve.

She pressed SEND and looked at Cam. It took a lot of Emmi to lose her temper, she wasn’t that much of an air head, she was good at keeping herself in check. But Wednesday wound her up, so much. Emmi gave as good as she got when it came to Cam’s wise cracks. She was never told she was boring and she wouldn’t want to be. She looked at Kyler and smiled brightly. “I’ll come Kyler.” She said and smiled slightly. She looked at him and smiled. “I wouldn’t of been able to do it, the tattoo thing. Simply because I can’t sit still long enough.” She smiled and winked at him. She smiled and looked back at Cam for a moment and tilted her head. “I don’t know what I’m going to do tonight.” She said and shrugged. She looked Kyler. “What time are you picking Clara up?” She asked looking at the male. Her attention back on him as she looked at him.

She looked up and saw Keight and frowned as Gavyn posse knocked her tray out of her arms. Emmi sighed as Gavyn laughed and didn’t say anything to his friends. She didn’t believe he could control them, but he could of said something. Emmi stood up, but was stopped as someone grabbed her arm. She wanted to go over and give them all a mouthful, but a hand was stopping her. Who the hell was holding her back?

[Chronic Disco]

------------------ ✖ ✖ J a m e s V i n c e n t R i l e y

Another day another cheerleader. James was over in the guys locker room hooking up with some skank who had been dying to get his attention. But was he satisfied by this girl, not in the least. Well it was better than going to class that’s for sure. James finished up, making sure to fix himself up in front of a mirror. Didn’t want to look like a total goober now. After all with a rep as the player, James couldn’t afford to not make a damn good appearance to the public eye. With that out of the way, James strolled out, the cheerleader followed, but with her own route set in mind.

While heading into the cafeteria, he spotted a few others. One person in particular stood out the most to him. Keightlynne. That girl has the perfect lips for BJ’s. James looked her up and down with a satisfied grin full of lustful intentions. She was now officially his main target. Screwing a model would be fun, I wonder if she can pose as well for me as she can for that camera.

This would probably be one of his many times of trying to convince Keight to hook up with him. Yet she always turned him down. Which only made James want her even more. The man can resist any woman, except for those who resist him. And boy was she playing hard to get. Funny how she turned him on so much, and yet enraged him at the same time. But you know what they say if it isn‘t rough it isn‘t fun. It‘s just complicated and stupid. Her body is just begging to be f***ed Forget eating food, he had an appetite for Keight set in mind. With an a** and hooters like that, it would be bountiful.

The thing is with James, is that he would never dare say that he loved someone. Or to even be affectionate with that person. He‘ll use his charm to bait the girls in and then drop them once he‘s got them hooked. Just oh so seductive with his love-glue gunning.

He watched as Keight left the cafeteria in a bit of a huff. Which would be his cue to follow. ”Well, well, well miss Keight. Don’t you look like quite the doll today. So how‘s the modeling thing working out for you?” He already knew that he was the last person she wanted to see at this moment in time. Funny seeing you here all by yourself like this. Shouldn’t you be with you friends?” Asked James as he slowly approached her. With little effort whatsoever, he grabbed Keight by the arm and slammed her against one of the walls. Now standing inches away from her face, James smiled lustfully. ”Riddle me this, what does it take for me to get into those tight little pants of your‘s?”

James continued to have Keight boxed in, but decided not to use much force to keep her contained. If she wanted to get away from his grip it would‘ve been fairly easy. But that was the whole point. James loved it when they ran. That was all the fun of chasing his prey down. ”I know you‘ll come around eventually, ‘cause I‘ve got a better touch or ******** than any of these little boys that you call men. Just let me know when and where, I‘ll be waiting with open arms my dear.” He couldn‘t help but stare straight at her bosom; wondering what she looked like underneath all of the clothing she decided to wear. James bit his lip, trying to hold himself back on forcing himself upon the girl in a public area.

James snickered. Soon he would have his way with her. Soon. Eventually they all gave in. And eventually Keight would too. One day, maybe not now, but someday. He only hoped that his patience didn‘t grow too thin. ”I‘m having this New Year‘s party at my place. Hope you can make it. You look like one of those party girls to me.”

[T h e L4M3 DUCKii]

'Aspiring Model'

Curly fiery red hair dance around a slightly pale face, Keightlynne was slightly twiddling her thumbs sitting there a tad annoyed. Boy would she love to get her hands on Gavyn Marshall right now, but she figured that Meeli could do it for her, sometimes that girl just ha da fire in her. Quite amusing actually, well unless of course Emmi was already taking Gavyn out. That was Emmi's nature, punch now ask questions later. Keightlynne wasn't much of a combatant unless she had to be, yes if she had to be then she would be in someone's face. Catty if you will. She was all but ready to stand and return back to the cafeteria where her friends were when she heard someone, an annoying someone. Her heart slammed against her chest, almost simultaneously with the slam her back made against the wall. Now she was looking into Jame's eyes, those lust filled eyes bore into hers. She smirked a little relaxing a bit, why struggle this only turned him on more, his aggressiveness was much more then she could handle though.

When he voiced that contemptuous riddle of his she rested her head against the locker, the smell of vanilla wafted around the two of them as she laughed softly "Well James if your so adamant about this....." she whispered softly as she leaned forward. Was he looking hopeful? No he was going to talk again thats what he was going to do. What a conceited jerk-off, oh he could get his, yes she would make him pay. if he actually thought he was going to make her squirm then he could come again. She slowly lifted her hands after his very nasty comment about being better then the boys, oh sure James. Sure you were so much more better, so much so that you f-cked around with ever other girl. Disease that's what this was coming down to, but if he wanted to play his little game she could play right back.

With a smirk she lifted her hands and gripped his shirt jerking him so close to her that their lips were almost touching ".....why not find one of those sluts....I am sure they can satisfy your ragging teenage hormones...." she whispered in a husky tone. While she had his attention she turned away before he could even think of kissing her lips ans then she brought her knee up smashing it against his groin. That, my friend would even bring a grown man down to his knees. James was no exception, down he went onto the tiled floor, Keightlynne stepped over him and then moved a few feet away. "Baby I am way out of your league.....sorry to disappoint you try a softer approach next time..." she said laughing at her own joke.

Any sane guy would deck her and stop pursuing, but she was already full away that this would potentially set James off even more, she looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss "As for that party.... " she waltzed over slowly to his crumpled heap on the tile, she squatted down and then cupped his cheeks in her hands and forced him to look at her face and not her chest "....take initiative and look at my face and not my chest and we might not be so brutal....." she whispered as she leaned forward and kissed him dead on the mouth and then pulled back and let him drop back on the tile "Now be a good by and stop harassing me...." she quipped in amusement and then made her way down the hallway.