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Emma walked farther and closed her eyes. Finally, she plopped onto a chair in photography. The artistic teacher looked at Emma strangely. She looked down and texted Travis back.

To: Travis
From: Em'
Just you know-Sh*t. I really need to talk to someone about this Olivia crap & I went no where near where I needed to at Lunch, sorry. I mean you've been there ever since like Elementary and I've told you everything.. So sorry, your really my gossiping girlfriend. Haha(:

"Did you talk to a boy you like?" Emma's eyes focused up on him and she didn't know what to say. "I've noticed an expression on kids once they come from lunch. It's quite interesting and I might be able to draw it in order to show the class the expression\" Emma was wordless, her jaw was dropped. She looked at him with 'freaked out' eyes. "Um... If it helps with your 'Drawing', then yah. I was talking to a guy I have a tiny crush on" Then she heard a sigh. Christy turned and was shocked. A girl that was usually alone stood in the back, chatting up with a guy. She was showing an unique expression and blinking her eyes constantly. Emma looked back at the teacher as he began his commentary. "See, the way her eye brows raise and how her dimples begin to show every time she acknowledges that he's flirting? It was on your face when you read the thing on your phone." Emma refused to answer on subject, "You mean A Text?". She laughed and the teacher rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's not make fun of the teacher that isn't that computerized. There's a reason I'm an Art teacher" Emma laughed with him and looked at the two in the back as the teacher pointed out more good points on both faces.

Emma slumped back down in the desk as she waited for the bell to shatter her ear drums. She tapped her favorite black pen on the side of the desk as she closed her eyes and thought of things. After School-Get a Dress, maybe with Travis. Then go to party-sing your little heart out. Give Attitude to the Birthday Girl. Steal a piece of cake before they sing. Then hit it out of there. Emma smiled looked at her phone, her mom texted her. They keep touch, but never see each other. Emma explains to her mom how Vienna's doing-how life is every Saturday. She closed her eyes and read the message.

To:Emma-Lynn
From: Mom<3
We're going back

Emma closed her eyes and mumbled a curse word. She sighed and put her hand to her head. "Now that looks like sadness" She swallowed and ignored the teacher. She got up, leaving her backpack, and hurried towards the bathroom down the hall. She closed her eyes entering the empty bathroom. She sighed and put the phone to her ear. She called her sister but it was Voicemail. "Hey-I don't know if mom texted you... but, um.. I don't know how to say this, but... Their moving back. Their officially moving back" Emma hung up the phone and looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't sad that they were leaving, they weren't even there before. She was scared because if they go in debt, they had someone to save them... and now. An official adult hood crowded her mind. She had to take care of her sister, bills, homework. "I'm a f*cking pregnant teenager!" She sighed and shook her head. Emma was worried now, she was scared about how this would effect her life. It might make her too mature for her friends.. too mature for any teenager and too mature for herself, especially. She swallowed loudly and looked through her phonebook. She saw his section but refused to click it. She refused to be the ex girlfriend running back. Emma sighed and went past his name to Travis. "Travis, my mom. She's leaving me and I don't know what this is going to do to me!" She breathed deep and turned from the mirror and sat on the sink.

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Exciting Daily Plan
Gym
World History
Chemistry
Algebra II
-Lunch-
Photography
English Literature
After School
Music Class
Dance
Choir

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M a r y • Lee • B r i g h t

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❝ The Queen's Assistant ❞

Mary nodded her head with understanding in her eyes along with a twinkle. Yes she knew that Cam couldn't been seen eating McDonalds. She was suppose to be the perfect image of a girl. Yeah, okay, suuurrree. She smirked as she called after her retreating 'friend', "Tell Mr. Gross that i said Hiiii" she joked as she flung her hair over her shoulder. It was always getting in the way and sometimes she just wanted to chop it off but knew that she could never do that so she just died it all the time.

She grabbed her drink and took a sip as the others huddled around their lover. She was starting to wonder where hers was. Was he sick? Oh gosh she hoped not. She would feel like a horrible girlfriend if he was. She grabbed her phone but frowned as she saw she had no messages. She grabbed her drink and took another drink. Maybe she was wrong in telling him that she was ready to have sex with him yet. So maybe that was on her mind, as the reason he was gone. Maybe Bonnie got to him. Man she hoped it wasn't like that. She would kill Bonnie if that ever happened. Her boyfriend was the world to her and that, she hopes, will never change.



With a sigh she waved to the others in her group. "Bye you guys. See you at the party." she said with a small smile but besides that she stood up and decided to go to the next class she had. Language Arts III. Oh how she really didn't want to got to LA now. It was that time in the year that the teacher put you in reading groups and it just so happened that not to many populars where in her group. So that meant she didn't talk that much. She swore that the teacher was out to get her. She grabbed her notebook out of her locker and made sure that she had her vocabulary. Once she was sure that she had everything she immediately turn to her right to go towards the class. She would have grabbed a book but her group had yet to pick a book to read. With many different types of people in a group, it was understandable as to why they hadn't found a book. Most of the girls wanted a romance all teen and bubbly but the boys mostly want something adventurous. She knew a couple that had both of the elements in one but she decided to let them fight it out.

As she entered the room she was sure that today would be uneventful and she was usually right. As the teacher looked at her she gave small grin which added to Mary's thought. She was in a group that was hard to handle and today was one of the last days that they could decide on a book on. She hoped that maybe she could sneak off to the library and hide herself in the corner with a good book. Gasp, yes that is right, a popular enjoys to read. Most find that hard to believe that is why she hasn't had anyone ask her opinion on the type of book that they read. She liked it that way.

Schedule:
History
Biology II
Gym
Advance Mathematics
Lunch
Language Arts III
French IV
Extra Stuff:
Cheerleading
Choir
Dance
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[laceandlouboutins]

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❝She's the queen bee - the star. She's fabulous, but she's evil.❞

Camilla tugged on her shorts as she looked around the Gym, letting out a small smirk. Dropping her purple Lululemon bag she’d picked up forever ago, she unzipped it, looking for her water bottle filled with red Gatorade and her t-shirt. Camilla hated how she couldn’t express her true self when she was in Gym Class. She still wore her exceptionally short shorts everyday, but she couldn’t wear the training bra she did when she worked out in her Dorm Room, and she couldn’t wear the crop top that showed off her figure and curves that she wore when she went out to jog every morning. Of course, Camilla was stuck with an ugly, pathetic T-Shirt, like something horrendous she’d worn in the 1990’s.

Groaning and quickly pulling the white shirt over her head, she smirked, knowing she was still rebelling. She had a red bra on underneath, and the shirt was pretty much as thin as paper. Knowing Mr. Gross and his perverted ways, she knew he would have nothing to say about her attire, and she looked good, so what was the point. Seeing everyone give her the look of envy, Camilla quickly pulled her long hair up into a high ponytail, spotting Bonnie running laps. Smirking ever so slightly, she watched as Mr. Gross was analyzing her friend and couldn’t help but laugh a little as she headed into the change room.

Hearing a bunch of girls gabbing about immature High School drama, Cammie rolled her eyes. Usually, she wasn’t one to gossip or anything, she felt she was way above that. She left all the gossiping to that junior, Rachel. She did a good job at it and it didn’t seem to get her in trouble. Of course, there was that little jab here and there of random facts about others that weren’t meant to be slipped out, but you couldn’t expect a teenage girl in High School to never gossip. Even if she was on the lowest cycle of the HS food chain. Placing her bag down in her Locker and locking it tight, Cammie patted it with both her hands and then headed out, smirking at all the hot boys and the gorgeous smell of the expensive cologne that wafted in the air. She loved to stare at boys, and she was loving that this Gym class was co-ed.

Heading over to Bonnie, she smirked, checking out a few of the Football players who were, crazily enough, tossing around a Football. Leaning in closer towards her friend, she let out a small chuckle. “Man, I’m so glad we finally have Co-Ed Gym” she murmured, twirling a lock of brunette hair around her fingers. “Finally, after four years we have something to look at asides from the balding Mr. Gross”. Cammie had come to realization that the elderly teacher looked like Dr. Phil and it had been bugging her since 9th Grade. At least she had the boys to look at now, and she was looking forward to every second of this Gym Class at this point. Giggling, the girl put on some lip gloss and smirked at Bonnie, pushing up her boobs. “What do you say we go flirt with these Football boys?” she winked, tying up the laces on her older brothers ugly red Converse shoes she’d borrowed. Flirting came natural to Cammie however, no matter what shoes were on her feet. After all, it was her thing. Camilla Hampton: Hermosa Beach Prep’s Sexiest Flirt. Of course, she would never tell that to Bonnie.

x Cammie's Outfit

Schedule:
Drama
Biology II
Advanced Mathematics
History
Lunch
Gym
Language Arts III
French IV

Extra-Curriculars:

Cheerleading
Dance
Student Council

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[OMG_itz_STRAIGHTupPIMPIN]

Late night gonna hit the town
Gonna take you out
Gonna make you go
Whoa whoa
Midnight Romeo

Show me yours and I'll show you mine
Gonna make you sweat
Gonna feel it head to toe
You know I'm your midnight Romeo

׺°”˜Markus Anthony Taylor`”°º×

Winner of this years, Mr. L i k e a b l e

It was obvious that Angie had ignored Mark's question which momentarily confused him as she began talking to herself and paid him no attention. He immediately began to feel guilty and wonder what the hell it was he suddenly did to make her act so strange. Mentally he ran over the things he had said in the past few seconds and none of them seemed to be significant enough for Lina to totally give him the cold shoulder. Then he felt her scooting away and it was more evident now that he had obviously done something horribly out of line. . .but he knew that Angie wouldn't talk about it with him, at least not now but he was kind of curious as to why he deserved this sudden form of treatment. Then it hit him. . .but before all the pieces of the puzzle came together he watched as his girlfriend completely looked away from him, mentioned getting and apple and stood up. Keeping a sigh from escaping his lips at the moment he felt Ang kiss him on the cheek and then scamper off to go get something to eat. "Okay." He responded not wanting to sound too eager and oblivious to the problems lying underneath the surface. By the time Angie was out of sight Mark was half expecting a lecture to burst forth from Ariana about what he did to upset her, but she wouldn't start in. . .especially with Rachel around, Ariana hardly looked at the girl. However, before Angie had totally left Mark had caught what she said about loving him and would miss him the entire time then she was gone and he could tell that it was only half hearted no matter what she said, what the hell have I done? Mark thought helplessly looking down at the plain pattern of the lunch table just as Carter came up and pulled Rachel away from the table. After that it was as if all the awkward had dissolved from the table.

The lecture could now officially begin and Mark was waiting for Ariana to throw her two sense in 'are you mad!' he could hear her saying all exhasperated and what not 'what were you thinking, how could you NOT know she'd be upset by that' he had the strong urge to roll his eyes at the potential lecture starters Ariana would start with, but surprisingly she remained quiet as Mark finally looked up and sighed. What's going on? he thought, this isn't a bump in the road is it? He thought a little on the worried side, a horribly thoughtful expression washing over his face as he thought. Finally Mark looked over at Ariana "Well?" He started kind of freaked out seeing that she hadn't sunk her teeth in yet "Are you going to tell me what I did wrong or am I going to have to figure it out for myself?" He asked nearly knowing that Ariana knew something was up with Lina. . .and knowing that they were practically sisters, Ariana knew EXACTLY what he had done to upset her so. However, before she could start in Angie's arm came into Mark's view and then her melodic voice entered his ear saying that she was going to eat outside "That sounds like a good idea." He said sounding more sincere than he had this time, as he turned to see his girlfriend after she kissed his cheek-ish area yet again, but she was already gone. Mark sighed and watched as she walked away. He planned to follow her after a second, still thinking about what he could have possibly done. . .completely oblivious about the rumors flying around the school about he and Rachel. . .and by the way she acted around him, things weren't looking so good for Mark, but hopefully Angie would believe him once he told her the truth about what was going on. . .which was actually nothing and stupid high schoolers craving some stupid drama and an ugly break up. . .something Mark didn't want to have to endure, especially with Angie.

Mark didn't exactly want to leave Ariana by herself at the table but he needed to talk to Lina about her strange behavior and get to the bottom of this sudden distance she'd put between them, the distance Mark didn't like and was worried about, little did he know that his simple 'hey Rachel' had sparked all of this behavior. "I'm going to talk to her." He said finishing Ariana's sentence "Enjoy your lunch and sorry for kind of ditching but. . .it's. . .you know." Mark said shrugging helplessly standing up from the table and walking off in the direction of where Angie had headed, having no idea where she had headed off to. . .Was it something I said? Mark thought rounding a corner and into an empty hallway not knowing that what he had said earlier was exactly what it had been, was it something I did. . .or didn't do? He asked himself roaming the halls aimlessly looking for any sign of Lina. . .even a granola wrapper would give him the slightest hint at where she might be, but he found no such thing. Before he found Lina, Markus was already dreading this talk. . .he hated serious relationship talks of this kind, they weren't awkward but they had the dangerous potential to end in a fight. . .the more fighting that went down, the more likely a break up would be in the mix. . .something that would likely devistate them both, after all it had been almost a year since Mark had bucked up the courage to ask her to homecoming, kiss her and then ask her out. . .but he was glad that he had done it none the less, but in all honesty. . .after dating someone for a steady year with little to no problems, breaking up wasn't going to be easy. . .not that it happened, but that fear was sometimes in the back of ones mind when things like this came up.

At the point of desperation Mark pushed one of the many back doors to the school open and walked out into the sunny afternoon and further onto the patio where he saw a girl curled up by a wall eating a granola bar. . .brown hair, had to be Angie. Feeling a momentary heart palpatation Mark took a deep breath and began approaching his girlfriend who looked much more distraut and upset than he would have ever imagined. Mark gave her a weak smile before sitting beside her "Mind if I sit here?" He asked timidly not sure what sort of reaction that would spark. Taking a moment to compose his thoughts Mark stared straight out in front of him before looking over at Lina who was looking horribly depressed and sad, which made Mark sad and depressed in return. He sighed before he began speaking "Ang." he paused for a brief second "What's wrong?" Mark asked sincerely "And don't pass it off as nothing because I can tell that it isn't. . ." he trailed off waiting for a response.

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The Scheduel
[indent]Algebra II
[indent]English III
[indent]Chemistry
[indent]Drafting
[indent]Lunch
[indent]Library Aid
[indent]ACT Prep

The Other Goings On
Soccer Practice[indent]
Track Practice[indent]
Hip-Hop Dance Lessons[indent]
Work[indent]

[MissBipolarPanda]

I wanna know your plans
And how involved in them I am
When i go to sleep for good
Will I be forgiven?
And if you want roses you can go buy a bouquet
If that just wont cut it, well what can I say?
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

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======Angelina sat there and stared into her lap, trying not to cry. What if the rumors were true? Shaking her head slightly, Lina looked up and stared off into space. Lina didn't want to lose Markus. It would hurt her far to much. Then she heard his wonderful voice asking if he could sit down. As her bottom lip quivered, she looked up at him and nodded. Taking his hand, she gently pulled him down to sit by her and she instanly leaned her head on his shoulder. Nagging thoughts swam in the back of her head. What if this was it? What if he was breaking up with her right now. Then a tear slid down her cheek. She didn't realize it till it hit her arm. "Oh no. . what now?" she thought as she looped her arm through his but kept her head on his shoulder. She didn't want to let go. Suddenly she heard a question that interupted her mind babble. What was wrong? Wasn't it obvious. His other girlfriend had been sitting at the same table as them.
======Slowly she moved her head towhere she could see him out of the corner of her eye. "I'm just scared. I've heard some things is all." Lina said slowly as she looked back toward her lap. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind of all the possiblities. "Rachel's been flirting with you. . and people are saying that your going to break up with me. . For her." she practically whispered as she looked away from him. Her arms was still looped through his but her head was raised and she would look at him as her tears began to spill. The granola bar was now in her lap and her hands were shaking. Lina was truely scared and she would be terribly depressed if he ended it right now. Then she would know everyone was right and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Right then, she broke down. Tears began to spill from her eyes and her hands trembled uncontrolably. Lina hated when she felt like this and it wasn't often that she did. When she did, it was bad. Not only for her, but for people having to watch her. Lina rarely became upset, so when she did, she shook and cried quite a bit. Right then, she couldn't even look toward Markus because she didn't want him to see her like this.

No more fighting this is only a waste of our time
Cuz soon we�ll be leavin will this strength still be mine
I�ll look out for YOU till i die, till i rot,
oh ill remember you
till i die, till i rot.
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
When They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

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||What am I wearing you ask? Well it just a little I found laying around. Literally. ||
||What does my phone look like? Well, it's just a thing Daddy got me.||
||My purse comes with me everywhere.||
||Don't you just love the car Daddy bought me? ||
||My room is perfect. . no?||
|| Wonderful little Tonks. ||
|| Tonk's room is adorable too!! ||
|| Girly bathroom isn't it? ||

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Need a translation? Here you go!:

|| Miss. Moore. La colazione è pronta ed è giunto il momento di svegliarsi. ||
Means: Miss. Moore. Your breakfast is ready and it is time to wake up.

|| Mille Grazie. ||
Means: Thank you very much.

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The Hectic Schedule:
Algebra II
English III
Chemistry
Choir Teacher's Aid
Lunch
Drama
ACT Prep

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After School Activities and Clubs:
Drama
Dance
Choir

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||OhOoCee: Sorry it's short. Not much to say ||

[OMG_itz_STRAIGHTupPIMPIN]

Late night gonna hit the town
Gonna take you out
Gonna make you go
Whoa whoa
Midnight Romeo

Show me yours and I'll show you mine
Gonna make you sweat
Gonna feel it head to toe
You know I'm your midnight Romeo

׺°”˜Markus Anthony Taylor`”°º×

Winner of this years, Mr. L i k e a b l e

It was all about to come out now and Markus wasn't quite sure he wanted to hear it but he knew that he needed to hear it and that Lina would probably feel better if she got it off her chest so he'd be here to inquire and then listen even if she did end up in a hysterical state. . .something he hated to see but Mark was there to hold her when she cried if she needed someone, yet he figured that if there was ever a time Lina didn't want his warm embrace Ariana was always there but that didn't really matter at this point in time. Mark could feel Lina's fingers lacing with his own and he was beginning to think that maybe things weren't as bad as he had feared, just my mind. He told himself lacing his fingers with hers in return, remembering the way every nerve ending in his body tingled sporatically when they held hands for the first time, and to think it could all be over was just. . .there wasn't a word Mark could come up with at the moment as Lina moved her hands and arm up to where she looped it through his and rested her head on his shoulder and there was a long silence between them. Maybe she's just a little hormonal, or the maids are getting to her. Mark entertained just before he heard her subtle voice speaking, beginning this whole conversation that would ultimately knock Mark off his feet, the lies and assumptions people could come up with! Mark furrowed his eye brows for a second "Heard things." He repeated sounding bemused and a little skeptical at the moment, what kind of things? He wondered feeling anxiety brewing in the pit of his stomach as he awaited to hear these rumors that Lina had heard. Then it hit him again. Rachel!

Before she said the second part Mark could tell that Lina was on the verge of tears and whatever it was that she heard must be pretty insane and it had him curious as to what was being said about him behind his back. Then his premonition about miss gossip had been correct and all that flirting wasn't just flirting for the heck of it. . .there was actually a meniacle plot behind it all, go figure. He thought feeling horrible for all of this, getting caught up in all of this mess even though it was Rachel who made most of the moves. However, when Lina uttered the part that would knock Mark off his feet his eyes widened and he immediatly turned his head to look at her, a horribly confused, slightly angered expression on his face, although the anger wasn't directed at his girlfriend "What!?!" It flew out of his mouth before Mark had really thought about it, the way he said it was also more harsh than he had intended, but his expression softened after a minute seeing that his girlfriend was in tears and on the verge of a mental break down, and he knew that it was time for a major explanation and most importantly consoling Lina since she was hysterical at this point. Mark knew that she didn't want him to see her but he didn't care. . .well he didn't want to see her so upset either but how could he blame her for being so upset about this, after all he was rather upset himself. While he still knew Lina didn't want him to see her like this that didn't stop Mark from wrapping his arms around his girlfriend in reassurance as she continued to sob and tremble.

"Lina." He started sounding a little more consoling than he had before "Yes you're right, Rachel has been flirting with me." Mark confirmed although it's not like she tried to hide it or anything "But whenever she'd start in I got this sick feeling in my stomach. . .I felt like I was being backed into a corner and I just felt so. . .so uncomfortable." He paused for a second wondering if this would send her into more fervent sobbing but Mark was working to the root of what he was intending to say "But I have NO intent on breaking up with you for Rachel, I didn't even know people were saying that about me. . ." he trailed off holding Angie close to him now as he thought of ways to wrap this all up, a little more before the typical 'I love you' but that would be the most reassuring thing at the same time. however, there was the possibility that Lina would believe him but there would be that voice in the back of her head saying that he'd been lying the whole time, after all Mark had one of those nagging voices that could be ignored for only a certain amount of time before it got the better of him. "I'm not cheating on you with Rachel, if that's what people have been saying, I have no interest in her, I promise." He paused for a second "I love YOU. . .not Rachel."

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The Scheduel
[indent]Algebra II
[indent]English III
[indent]Chemistry
[indent]Drafting
[indent]Lunch
[indent]Library Aid
[indent]ACT Prep

The Other Goings On
Soccer Practice[indent]
Track Practice[indent]
Hip-Hop Dance Lessons[indent]
Work, yes I am that guy who washed your golf cart[indent]
and schedueled your 10:15 Tee time.[indent]
(Only on Weekends)[indent]

[Maintain_Consciousness]

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The Shy Bookworm
Skylar Rosalina Montresier

❝I may not say too much, but when you look at the past, present, and future; you just know I’ll always be there. ❞

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Skylar let out a large sigh, out of all of her academic classes, physics was the worst because it was so easy and so boring. Sure, Skylar thought almost every class was easy, but science just came easy to her and physics was no exception. Skylar figured most would think she’s insane since physics was pretty hard for most people, but keep in mind..she had one of the highest GPA’s in their entire class, so..go figure it would be easy. Skylar thought back to lunch, uneventful as it normally was..but something was odd about Emma saying she was going to talk to Travis, when there was nothing to really talk to him about. It seemed Emma was getting weirder and weirder every day and Skylar kind of wanted to know what was up. Skylar was an unusually curious and observant girl, and she has noticed how Emma seemed to be up to something, especially today. Skylar sort of shrugged it off though, she’d have a talk with Olivia soon and they’d try and figure out what was going on.

Yeah, if Skylar had to pick a girl she was closest to in their group, it would totally be Olivia..they just got each other, Olivia knew a lot about Skylar..maybe not as much Travis and Mr. Attractive Nerd knew, but she was close. Olivia was part of the popular’s at one point and Skylar had no idea how she pulled that off, but now she hates Camilla just like Skylar..and that was one large thing they had in common, I hate for most of the popular’s. Yes, Skylar was extremely sweet and caring..for the people in her group of friends, not really anyone outside of it. Skylar and Olivia had been good friends for quite some time, they had a lot in common and seemed to just mesh well..even though Skylar was a lot calmer then Olivia, they balanced out well.

Skylar looked up at the clock at the sound of the bell ringing for everyone to get to sixth period in about six minutes, if they didn’t then they would be considered tardy and would get some sort of detention. Skylar sighed as she aimlessly made swirls upon her paper, waiting for the class to get started and then end just as quickly. Skylar missed her boyfriend not being there though, which is odd..seeing as she loved seeing Travis too. This was the problem, she almost liked two people at the same time..but Travis was almost the guy she would pick over her boyfriend, though she would never admit it outloud. Skylar felt the vibration of her phone and she flipped it open, it was from Travis; she read it and giggled a little, he would say something about her boyfriend being out and convincing her to go.

Skylar shook her head as she flipped it closed, if the boy tried hard enough..it wouldn’t take much to convince her to come with him. Yes, Skylar knew this whole thing was wrong but the stupid boy just wooed her over and it was too hard to deny her feelings for him, so ever since they’ve been doing this. The boyfriend probably didn’t figure anything, and if he started to..Skylar would have to confess. Yeah, bet you didn’t expect miss shy nerdy girl to have two guys after her, huh? Skylar flipped her cell phone back open and pressed Olivia’s name to send her a text message.

To: Liv
From: Skye
Hey wuld u be interested in meeting me at my
house after we’re done with our afterschool stuff?
I wanted 2 tlk to u about stuff. (:

Skylar pressed the send button and smiled as she packed the purple phone into her pocket and looked up at the teacher, she could not wait for this class to be over. She would get to have a decent conversation with Travis and not have Emma jerking him away as soon as she sat down to talk to him, like she did at lunch. Skylar shoved a piece of gum in her mouth and waited for the bell to ring to signal the beginning of sixth period.

So, I happen to be wearing a little something special.

My intense Schedule
Calculus
AP English
Study Hall
AP History
Lunch
Physics Honors
Photography

Extra Curriculars
Tutoring(normally only on Tuesdays and Fridays)
Music Class(right after school)
Choir(directly after music)
Gymnastics(whenever I feel like going)

[iCanday]

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x1-2; AP Calculus
3; Basic Design II
4;U.S. Government
5;Lunch!
6;Long Distance Running Training
7; AP Bio-Med

On about her fourth lap around the dark paved track, Olivia decided that running was what she'd needed. Her had was fogged with the latest dramas that she had probably brought onto herself, but only made worse by overreacting about them. Things would eventually straighten out, she just needed to relax more often. Somehow, everyday she dreaded running before she went, and had been rejuvenated by the end. The pain was unavoidable, but the suffering was optional. She could proudly say that she could run a few miles and hardly break a sweat. Of course, most four year cross country runners could do that. With more and more thoughts flooding her head, her breath started to get short and choppy. This was her initial reaction to a stressed mind, and it usually only got worse. One mile in and she was already huffing and puffing. Coach Wensist just shook his head as she passed, starting her fifth lap. "This better not happen this weekend!" he called out as she put distance between them. Olivia's mood was pulled down further. She had a meet this weekend, that meant late nights finishing homework and barely any time for friends. Her pace slowed and her legs burned.

Wensist let her stop after she'd completed eight laps, but by then, the damage had been done. Her left lung was probably somewhere back on the track, and her legs could possibly a dinner dessert. She laid down on the bench in front of her gym locker, trying not to die just then. Today was a crappy day, it was settled. Only a bad running experience could prove that point.

Eventually, Olivia managed to push herself off the bench and forced her brain, and fingers, to focus on the locker combination. She slipped out of her running gear and did as much as she could to dry herself out. She over sprayed the perfume that was in her locker, then put her clothes back on, then did it again. She found her phone in her pencil case and saw the expected text message from Skylar. A big grin was plastered on her face as she hit the 'reply' button. Someone still loved her!


TO; Skylar Montrsier
FROM; Olivia Berg
MESSAGE; yesyesyes. I'll be there around six-ish?
what d'you got on your mindd?


Olivia hit the green 'send' button and slid her phone shut, shoving it back into her pencil case. She pulled her school things from her locker and set them down on the bench. Most of the other girls were coming in now, all of them super excited about their awesome run. Olivia's race reddened as they saw her. Most of them tried to console her with a pat on the back, others tried to offer her a tampon. These actions put a small smile on her face- sometimes girls could just be clueless. The bell had fourteen minutes til it's ringing time, and Olivia was fully dressed. Her hair probably looked like a rats nest that fell from a dumpster onto her head. She made her way to the mirrors that most of the other girls were already crowded around. Besides the little bit of static and slightly wet appearance, she looked fine. It only took her a moment to pull her hair down, borrow a brush, brush her hair, and then get it back up into a sleek pony tail. Her bangs were a lost cause, so she wrangled them together and pulled them back for a slight poof- do.

OOC; I'm dead tired, so if half of this doesn't make sense, I'll fix it during the weekend and I'll try to post for Carter tomorrow!

Cross Country

Video Game Club

Math Team (Specialized in Geometry and Advanced Calculus.)

[MissBipolarPanda]

I wanna know your plans
And how involved in them I am
When i go to sleep for good
Will I be forgiven?
And if you want roses you can go buy a bouquet
If that just wont cut it, well what can I say?
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

╔══════════════╗

Αηgεℓιηα

╚══════════════╝

======Angelina felt Mark's arms around her and she jumped a bit. Then she settled back against his chest and let out a small sigh. Sitting there listening to him, she trusted him. She would believe him even if he were lying. Turning a bit, she rested her head on his shoulder again and bit her bottom lip. Lina was trying to stop crying but it was hard for her. After all, what else would a girl do if they thought their boyfriend was cheating on them with one of their "friends". Lina leaned into Markus and wiped her eyes on the backs of her hands. Starting to get her breathing under control, Lina looked up at him and attempted a smile. It was a horrbile failure though. Quickly, she looked away again. Her breathing came in small gulps as she sat there staring into space. Lina only stared into space when she was thinking. Right now she was thinking of the night she was going to have after school and of who all she was going to spend it with. Majorly, that contained Mark, Ariana, and more Mark. Sucking in a breath, she bit her bottom lip again and then let the breath out with a small hiccup. Lina trusted Markus and she believed him. All she hoped was that he wasn't lying at that sooner or later the rumors would stop and that he wouldn't break her trust.
======Getting her breathing under control finally and hearing the last bit of his little talk, Lina looked at him. Sitting up a bit, she managed a small smile. "I trust you on this Mark. I love you too. I just hope the rumors stop and Rachel does too." she said in a barely audiable whisper. Sucking in a staggered breath, she leaned her head against his shoulder again. Right now all Lina wanted was to go on a vacation, with Markus, on some remote island, on a beach, and be sipping drinks out of little cups with umbrellas in them. Letting out a small giggle at the umbrella part, Lina cuddled herself as close as she could to Markus. She was hoping the bell wouldn't ring soon and ruin this for her right now. Plus she needed enough time to go and re-apply any make-up that had washed off her face in the flood of tears. "Maybe we should get back inside. I need to go clean up and make sure I get it done in enough time to get my stuff for class. Oh, and see this guy I really like and maybe flirt a bit with him." she said with her token teasing smile. Angie didn't want Mark to worry about her so she plastered on her "I'm perfectly fine and happy" face as she looked at him with a smile. Her hand trailed down his arm and back to his hand where she re-laced her fingers with his.

No more fighting this is only a waste of our time
Cuz soon we�ll be leavin will this strength still be mine
I�ll look out for YOU till i die, till i rot,
oh ill remember you
till i die, till i rot.
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
When They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

__________________________________________

||What am I wearing you ask? Well it just a little I found laying around. Literally. ||
||What does my phone look like? Well, it's just a thing Daddy got me.||
||My purse comes with me everywhere.||
||Don't you just love the car Daddy bought me? ||
||My room is perfect. . no?||
|| Wonderful little Tonks. ||
|| Tonk's room is adorable too!! ||
|| Girly bathroom isn't it? ||

__________________________________________

Need a translation? Here you go!:

|| ||
Means:

__________________________________________

The Hectic Schedule:
Algebra II
English III
Chemistry
Choir Teacher's Aid
Lunch
Drama
ACT Prep

__________________________________________

After School Activities and Clubs:
Drama
Dance
Choir

__________________________________________

||OhOoCee: Sorry it's short. Not much to say ||

[iCanday]

◤
✖ Carter Granitcccccc
Class Clown
- - - - - - - - - - -

1 chemistry
2 gym
3 algebra II
4 world history
5 lunch
6 achieve (study hall)
7 english III

Problem after problem was drilled into Carter's head. If he could just memorize them, he'd be set for the test. Waldiman made him do them on the chalk board, on paper, he even let him write on the desks. Though fun, it proved ineffective. Eventually, the man just closed the book. "I just do not understand how this can be so hard for you," he said, obviously trying to stay calm. Carter cracked a big grin, some things were just too hard not to smile at. "You know what, I'll just assign you the review pages, and you bring them to me and we will see how you cope," Waldiman quickly wrote the page number and problems and shoved them towards Carter. "Now get out of here before I forget how to do it," and with that, Carter gathered his things and walked out of the room, just as the bell rang.

Carter frowned and made his way toward his locker, grabbing all the crap he needed for English. Which, by the way, was not the most exciting class in the world. Just before he closed his locked, a red flash was emitted from the back of his locker. He dropped his books and reached to the back, trying not to think about what other things he'd left in his locker. Finally, he felt his phone- dawning struck on him. He hadn't lost it, he had chucked it in when a teacher was out on cell phone rounds. He saw that he had a few messages, and multiple missed calls. Most of the texts were from Rachel, a few from Bonnie. The calls were all from his mother. He checked the most recent texts and hit reply.


TO; rachel
FROM; carter
MESSAGE; yah, but id have 2 move it 2 friday
ill just have 2 sleepover friday night, yah? (;


Carter sent the message and looked through the rest, Bonnie only sent two and they were about inconspicuous things like 'English homework', or a 'Pizza Delivery.' They'd made up a code so that Rachel could look through his phone without becoming suspicious. These texts sent a pain through his chest and he closed his phone. He knew he should stop, but Bonnie somehow always convinced him otherwise.

With Bonnie weighing heavily on his thoughts, Carter was not sure if he wanted to go see Rachel. She would probably figure out what was wrong with him in a matter of seconds. Although he knew she'd be pissed, Carter turned towards the English hallway and headed to class. He could try to talk to Bonnie and maybe straighten things out.. maybe. The stress was starting to weigh down on him, but the thought of getting away from his duties early tonight would prove helpful, especially if he was with Rachel.

As Carter entered the classroom and took his seat, only about the second person there, the teacher looked at him. The look on her face was mildly surprised and slightly hopeful. Maybe she thought that he was having a revaluation and would put his nose to the books instead of to the jokes. Funny.


baseball practice (3-5 m,t,w,t,f)
detention (today, after school)
janitorial aid (6-7 m,w)
WORK! (5-8 t,t,s your local PizzaHut delivery man)

[E p ii c R a ii n b o w]

Rachel Elizabeth Montgomery

╭♥╯I love you. I really do . . .

As soon as the librarian had come in, she assigned Ray enough work to last her the full period. Sighing, Ray walked over to the desk and picked up two stacks of books and walked over to a table. She sat down and began sorting through the books. She had to categorize the books by genre and then by author. She was up to the sixth book in the first stack, when two girls came in. They sat at the table behind Ray, but she could hear them way too clearly. The first girl asked the other girl if she'd heard that Carter was cheating on Rachel. Then, Ray could hear the other girl saying that she had heard, but she hadn't heard who he was cheating on her with. Ray stood up abruptly, dropping the books she'd been sorting through on to the table.

She rushed out of the room, ignoring the librarian yelling after her to clear up the mess. She pushed past people in the hallway, not caring if they were yelling at her or not. She felt like she was gonna be sick. That had not been one of the rumors she'd started. That was someone else's rumor. But she had the sickening feeling that it wasn't a rumor. She rushed to into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. You weren't supposed to lock the door, but she didn't want anyone else coming in here right now. Ray leaned against the door and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. She felt like crying but at the same time she didn't know if he was worth her tears. Although, she did feel like a total idiot. She knew he was hiding something, she just never thought he was cheating on her. How stupid could she have been? The biggest player in the school committing to one girl? That was just wishful and pathetic thinking.

Ray stopped herself. What if it wasn't true? That was always a possibility . . . Wasn't it? She herself knew that not ever piece of gossip you heard was true. I should ask him . . . It was the least she could do and then she just had to hope he was telling her the truth. As if on cue, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and checked the screen. It was flashing with a reply from Carter. She opened the message and read it over before hitting reply. Ray typed out the message, but hesitate on sending it. If he was cheating on her, she wasn't sure she could handle finding out. She loved Carter and just thinking about him cheating on her, made her heart drop to her stomach. She thought Carter loved her . . . Why would he ever cheat on her?
To:: Carter <3
From:: Ray
Yeah sure . . .
Meet me in the 1st floor girls bathroom. Please? It's REALLY important.

Ray put her phone back in her pocket and stayed against the bathroom door. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts and calm herself down. When Carter got there, she would ask him and he would reassure her that she was the only girl he was with and the only girl he loved, then everything would be better. And then we'll all ride down rainbows, she thought sarcastically. What if Carter was cheating on her? Then everything wouldn't be fine. She'd be heart broken.

. . . I just want you to want me as much as I want you╰♥╮

OOC; Kinda crappy.......... Sorry the paragraphs are short. Major writers block.

No one can copy my style!
The Schedule-
Chemistry
Algebra I
English III
World History
Lunch
Library Aid
ACT Prep
After School-
Book Club
Newspaper

[OMG_itz_STRAIGHTupPIMPIN]

Late night gonna hit the town
Gonna take you out
Gonna make you go
Whoa whoa
Midnight Romeo

Show me yours and I'll show you mine
Gonna make you sweat
Gonna feel it head to toe
You know I'm your midnight Romeo

׺°”˜Markus Anthony Taylor`”°º×

Winner of this years, Mr. L i k e a b l e

Mark hadn't been lying to Lina about anything he said, well maybe the first couple of times Rachel flirted with him innocently, he flirted back but he took the whole thing in stride, as if it were only a friendly sort of thing, which is what it seemed like the first couple times or so but then it just kept happening and happening and the flirting techniques Rachel was putting out there seemed to be more direct and meaningful than just playing around, it was all too serious for Mark to take, especially since he was with Angelina the entire time. He could feel Lina settling into his arms as she attempted to calm herself down, which Mark was thankful for at least it was a sign that she believed him, although he wasn't surprised either. . .Lina pretty much believed whatever Mark told her and it was pretty much the same the other way around, although there were a few times Mark didn't believe her about trivial stuff she told him, but those things were so unimportant, especially with this whole drama thing they were dealing with right now. Speaking of Miss. Gossip, I wonder who was the one to start this hanis rumor. . .Mark thought wondering if he should confront Rachel about this whole thing or just let it slide and ignore the sh*t talking around them. Markus looked down at his girlfriend after she attempted a smile but even though it sort of fell apart on her face it did cause him to chuckle ever so slightly, there really was no need to worry about this whole thing. Mark thought, just a complete missunderstanding and a bunch of idiots with a taste for relationship drama, he thought with a final sigh feeling Lina's head resting against his shoulders as a few stray tears dripped onto his shirt.

"Good." Mark said softly once she told him that she trusted him even better that Lina said she loved him in return and he nodded fervently when she mentioned hoping that all of this crap would eventually stop, and it would, after all rumors were hot for about two weeks, a month at best, and then the minute another piece of hot and juicy gossip passed through someones lips, everyone forgot about the last school wide rumor, which was hopefully what would happen here. "Ya, I think I should talk to Rachel about this and see what she's heard. . .or spread around." Mark saying the whole 'spread around' part through gritted teeth "However, I really don't feel like dealing with her at the moment, especially after hearing what people were saying." Mark sighed feeling Angie cuddling closer to him which only pushed him to do the same thing, and even though this was behind their preppy rich kid school, Markus was just glad to be here with his Angelina, there were no immature fights, jeering comments, annoying people who either gushed at their cuteness or turned away and began whispering as if nobody knew what they were doing. It was times like these that made high school worth while, at least until the bell rang and it was back to the whole 'school' routine. Now come to think of it, it was still lunch time and Mark hadn't gotten anything to eat. Well s**t, he thought, I'm going to starve to death. He thought feeling his girlfriend shifting slightly and then suggesting that they go back inside then proceeded to tease him about flirting with some guy she really liked. Mark rolled his eyes playfully "And maybe i'll go shove my head in a tub of ice water." He teased not really sure what provoked that saying but quickly shoved it off once he felt their fingers intertwining.

With a small grunt and sigh Mark stood up slowly, bringing Lina with him, after all she had suggested getting back inside to 'put her face on' as his father called it and take care of all that good stuff, maybe while waiting I could go raid the nearest candy machine, Mark mused before walking back into the school building, hand in hand with his lovely Lina. While en route to the ladies room or wherever it was Lina needed to go first Mark looked over at her with a curious expression on his face "So what did you get Ariana for her birthday present?" He asked, an all too curious expression on his face "Besides a few maids that will help her clean up after the party." Mark smiled at that wondering what sorts of things would go down this year at a famous Ariana birthday bash, after all her birthday parties were usually the best subject for the following week, especially the one where Mark threw her in the swimming pool and that prompted everyone to take a spur of the moment dive into the pool, including Mark. Those memories and things seemed so long ago, so distant it was almost like a dream, as if it never really happened. It probably seemed that way just because so many things had changed since their first year at Hermosa Beach Prep, especially with the whole Rachel and Ariana fiasco, that seemed to sort of tear their little friendship group apart, and with this new gossip floating around about lying cheating bastards. . .Mark and Rachel being the prime subjects even though it was a total lie, that could damage things even further, something he really really didn't need or want.

xxxxxxxxx

The Scheduel
[indent]Algebra II
[indent]English III
[indent]Chemistry
[indent]Drafting
[indent]Lunch
[indent]Library Aid
[indent]ACT Prep

The Other Goings On
Soccer Practice[indent]
Track Practice[indent]
Hip-Hop Dance Lessons[indent]
Work, yes I am that guy who washed your golf cart[indent]
and schedueled your 10:15 Tee time.[indent]
(Only on Weekends)[indent]

[MissBipolarPanda]

I wanna know your plans
And how involved in them I am
When i go to sleep for good
Will I be forgiven?
And if you want roses you can go buy a bouquet
If that just wont cut it, well what can I say?
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

╔══════════════╗

Αηgεℓιηα

╚══════════════╝

======Angelina's sniffling had completely subsided. Her mind was at ease now and she felt okay. Having this talk, or confrontation, with Markus had really done her good. She felt normal again. Him talking to Rachel was a not so good idea. But she wouldn't stop him. If Mark wanted to confront the person, whom Lina already knew started this, let him. Angie loved when Mark got protective of her and their relationship. It made her feel loved and wanted. Not like some side-line girl or a rebound-girl. Lina had been one of those far to much before she met Markus. Lina sighed when Markus didn't get the flirting joke. Of course she was talking about him. Looking at him, she slightly scowled. It was ridiculous that it would be someone else. She shook her head slightly when he said he would go shove his head into some ice cold water.
======When Markus got up, Lina was pulled up with him. They headed into the school together to get her make-up back on and whatever Mark was going to do while she did that. Then Markus asked what she got Ariana for her birthday. "Just a cute little outfit and a car. I know it seems expensive, but mom and dad helped me." Lina said to him with a smile. Angie already had his birthday planned and what she was going to get him. It would be fun for him to be jealous of Ariana for a while though. Lina led Mark to her lock, grabbed her purse then kissed him on the cheek. "Go get something to eat. I'll be back in a bit." she said as if she had read his mind. Hurrying off down the hall, Angelina dodged other teens and ran into the nearest ladiesroom.
======Placing her purse on the sink, Lina began to do her make-up. After she had finished, she found a flaw in her lipgloss, slung her purse on her shoulder, and went into a stall for some toiletpaper. She wasn't about to use that cruddy, rough papertowel on her delicate face. Letting the stall door swing behind her, she heard the bathroom door open. Soon giggles were heard then voices. Some voices Lina didn't know. Then she heard Markus' name mentioned. Standing very still, Lina listened. "I heard the Markus and Lina are getting married. But it's only because she's pregnant. Or she's saying she is so he won't leave her for Rachel." one of the voices said. There was a small gasp then the second voice replied, "No way!". Soon the sinks were turned on and Lina didn't hear what they were saying. Angelina stood in the stall, pale as a ghost, about to cry again. Who was starting all these nasty rumors about her? Then the sinks stopped, Lina heard giggling, then the door to the bathroom open and close. Rushing out of the stall, Lina dabbed at her lipgloss then scrurried out of the bathroom.
======Lina walked quickly to the cafeteria again and sat with Ariana. She set her purse on the table and rested her forehead on her hands. Her elbows were propped up on the table though. Angie was rocking back and forth a bit as she waited for Markus to appear out of nowhere with his food. She had to tell him what was happening and quick before the teachers heard and questioned them both. Sometimes the teachers would hear gossip, take it seriously, and talk to the kids. If they thought the gossip was true, they suspended the child, gave them detention, or kicked them out depending on the crime. And here at this school, pregnancy and before age marriage was a big thing. Angelina's mind was once again in a whirl.

No more fighting this is only a waste of our time
Cuz soon we�ll be leavin will this strength still be mine
I�ll look out for YOU till i die, till i rot,
oh ill remember you
till i die, till i rot.
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
When They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

__________________________________________

||What am I wearing you ask? Well it just a little I found laying around. Literally. ||
||What does my phone look like? Well, it's just a thing Daddy got me.||
||My purse comes with me everywhere.||
||Don't you just love the car Daddy bought me? ||
||My room is perfect. . no?||
|| Wonderful little Tonks. ||
|| Tonk's room is adorable too!! ||
|| Girly bathroom isn't it? ||

__________________________________________

Need a translation? Here you go!:

|| ||
Means:

__________________________________________

The Hectic Schedule:
Algebra II
English III
Chemistry
Choir Teacher's Aid
Lunch
Drama
ACT Prep

__________________________________________

After School Activities and Clubs:
Drama
Dance
Choir

__________________________________________

||OhOoCee: ||

[Musically Unbalanced]

■ L A N C E L O T A L E X A N D E R H E M M I N G W A Y ■

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y o u d o n ' t n e e d a n y b r a i n s t o l i s t e n t o m u s i c . . .

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Lance slipped out of class and decided to just drop off his science assignment. The boy really didn't really have a life so he ended up doing the homework early and got ahead in the lesson.

After dropping off the papers he decided to wander off into the halls of the school.He could hear his lonely footsteps echo through the walkway. "So, Alone I am again..." he said in a hushed tone.

My outfit for today.
{{ooc: Had to make a really quick post, sorry}}
My schedule says:
[1]Calculus
[2]Honors Band
[3]English IV
[4]Government and Economics
-Lunch-
[5]Band Director's assistant
[6]Aquatic Science

After school
Teaches bassoon private lessons (4:30-5:45)
Marching band (6-9)

[_theselfishmachine]

;;; WESLEY JAMES CROSS

theking

can you feel the urgency ? like a needle pulling out.
staring at the c l o c k, i hear each ticking t o c k.

Wesley parked his car perfectly, with it directly in front of the flagpole and proportionate to the tree to the left. He locked the car and took his time walking inside. He went directly to the gym, knowing it was time for that class. He rapidly changed into his gym shorts and headed out. He stared and grinned as the girls ran laps accordingly; quickly spotting him and blushing.

He attracted girls like a flower attracted bees or how an ice cream sundae attracted ants. Wesley Cross was born with charm; his parents were the reigning couple of Hermosa Beach the hundreds of years ago they went to school there. King and queen; the way it should be. It'd be like that if Camilla wasn't so proud in thinking that no one deserved her. Didn't he? He was the King, damn it. They were equally awesome and equally adored. Didn't she understand that? It frustrated Wesley to no limits.

In some forms, he liked her a lot. But he couldn't help but let his eyes be caught by the many beautiful girls at the school. They were basically all putty in his hands, so why not take full advantage of it? It was something to do in the time he spent waiting around for her to figure it out.

Wesley ran six laps in excellent timing, finally stopping to take a breath or two while girl passerbys eyed him like a dress in Seventeen Magazine. He didn't understand why he had to even take this class. He was perfectly in shape. For God's sake, he had a six-pack, and then some. He was a swimmer, of course. The strength in his legs and upper body was impeccable.

If he wasn't feeling humble, he might've stripped his shirt off just to give the girls a show and the guys an example. It wasn't hard for Wesley to stand out from the rest. For one thing, he was gorgeous. And another, he wasn't a complete douchebag with only video games, cheetos, and football.

Wesley finally retired and walked into the crowded locker room, full of towel-snapping meatheads, fixing their hair with spit and a broken comb. He showered thoroughly, then changed back into his jeans and v-neck. He left the locker room and walked to his next class, English.

and they whisper that i`ve lost the r a c e, but i won`t ********` s t o p.

schedule.
french.
ap calculus.
chemistry.
world history.
lunch.
gym.
english.
italian III

extra curricular.
swimming.
swim class aid.
lifeguard
surfer.

[[ ooc;; short post. trying to catch up a little:: bear with me. hope it's good for a first post. ]]