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xxxxDemetria had fully expected Micah to just leave, to give up on her, instead he continued to talk. She wouldn't let his charm work on her, she wasn't that easy to fool. Demetria didn't trust the guy, even if he said he wasn't like that, but Demetria was kind and wans't one to argue too much. The slender framed girl sighed and nodded. "If it will make you shut up, fine." She turned around to him. "Im still suspicious of your intentions. But fine, I'll go with you to the dance if you insist that much." Demetria clutched onto her shoulder bag strap, looking at him. She felt a little over joyed that she was asked, even if it might be part of a big hoax.
xxxxDemetria crossed her arm over her chest with a determined expression. "My bus is coming, should you be riding your pretty little sports car home?" She sighed and flickered her eyes to the street. The bus was early, which was odd. But she had heard talk that the city was trying to redo all the transit times. Demetria sighed and ran her hand trough her hair. She wondered if Jasper was going to the dance, though she doubted it. having someone she knew better than just as a classmate would have helped, but Demi knew the day was going to come when she had to step out of her book covered bubble and start taking risks, even though she would rather live as a shut in.

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Now it was crunch time. He had gotten a yes with a lot less fight than he might have expected, but the bus was only moments from pulling up at the stop and toting her away before he had the chance to get everything straight. For example, if her family had a house phone he could call later to get the address, he still didn't have it, and if she didn't have one, then he would just need the address then and there. Or...

"Wait, wait a second, Demetria. That's great! Hold off on the bus for a second, though - did you say you needed a dress? I can give you a ride anywhere you'd like to go. I mean, it's my fault you need a dress in the first place, it's only right that I offer. Anywhere you want to look, it doesn't matter to me if it's a some vintage thrift store or Macy's. I'll drop you off at home so you can get ready or anything else you want right afterwards, I need to know where to go to pick you up tonight anyway." Did Macy's even have formal dresses? Was that a jewelry store? Hell, Micah had no clue. "If you're worried about affording it, which I think you mentioned, I can cover some of it for you. Or all of it. Really, just whatever you're comfortable with. Like I said, I invited you and I'll take full responsibility for anything that might complicate your time. Any of it, I'm sure you know it's no figure to me."

"And hey. Look at me straight on for a second." He waited until she did. His expression was sober, with the serious look of real straight-shooting. "I am not trying to buy you. I'm not, and that's the truth. All I mean is to make it easier." It was.

He held out the admission ticket for her again. "If you decide you've got it covered and you just want to go straight home on that bus, that's fine. I just hope you'll give me a break and give me a home phone or an address so I can figure out where I'm supposed to show up tonight."

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The students in Mrs. Hardy's English class were supposed to be discussing the reading assignment with each other. It only took a few seconds to realize that a different discussion seemed to be far more popular: the winter formal. Val sat quietly in her seat near the back of the room, listening to the conversations going on around her. On her left were a couple of boys trying to decide who'd managed to score the hottest date. Val rolled her eyes. Men. On her right were three rather perky girls trying to decide on last minute accessories to their dresses. It wasn't anything interesting. Behind her was a couple still making plans for the evening.

The whole business with the dance made her sick. She hated all the mushiness of it, and did her best to steer clear of it. She didn't have to try hard, though. Most people, boys in particular, stayed out of her way. She'd built up a reputation in her two and a half years of high school, and she wasn't about to change that.

Despite hating the whole concept of finding a date and going to a dance, Val would still find herself there that evening. It was a party, and she was not about to miss any exciting drama that was just bound to unfold. That, and she'd heard rumor of quite the after party being thrown by a few of the school's senior boys who had a reputation almost as infamous as hers. There was no way in hell she was going to miss that. Half the student body completely wasted? Something good was just bound to happen. Plus, she planned on making some money off anyone stupid enough to get drunk. Drunk teenagers were usually all to eager to hand over a decent sum of money to have their fortunes read. The greatest part was that she could trick them into doing all sorts things because it was "in the cards", and they'd be too drunk to remember what had happened come Saturday morning.

The bell rang, and Val wasted not a single moment before heading out to her locker. There, she stuffed her books inside, keeping only the math book she'd need for her assignment inside of her bag. Then, she headed down the hall to the table where they were selling tickets for the evening's dance. "I'll need a ticket," she said simply with a haughty smile as she exchanged cash for a slip of paper that would gain her admittance to what she hoped would be an exciting evening. Slipping the ticket into her wallet, she headed off down the hall to the front entrance.

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As he sat in the back of his class with a few of his football buddies, Jayson thought about the formal. In his hand was a card that he intended to give to Jackie. Inside was a poem that Jayson managed to get someone else to write for him; he was going to take the credit of course. Tonight was the night he had been anxiously waiting for. The past week, Jayson and the guys had been preparing the abandon farmhouse for a huge blow out. The place was rigged for a good time. Everything was in its place. Angel had certainly done her fair share; Jayson made sure she had been paid in advance. He could not wait to have a few of her special brownies. He wondered if Angel had anyone to go with her. He would not mind two ladies on his arm that night. As much as he loved the idea, he had to be fair. Jayson had been very careful to make sure Jackie remained single. If any males came towards her, he made sure they never came back. Perhaps his behavior was a little abnormal and controlling, but this was all business. Jackie was his precious investment, and Jayson intended to protect his investments.

The bell rung. Everyone made a mad dash for the door, but no one was faster than Jayson. He practically sprinted through the crowd and out the door he went. First, he had to find Jasper. Jasper had been kind enough to run a little errand for him. Jayson had ordered five dozen roses to be delivered to the school parking lot and Jasper was going to retrieve them since he had a study hall last period. They agreed to meet in Jasper’s study hall. Jay did not want the roses to get damaged in the hallway, especially when every student was practically fighting to get out of the school. It was a wise call; Jayson found Jasper in the library-the roses looked amazing. “Damn, I’m good.” thought Jayson as he reviewed his plan to persuade Jackie to be his date tonight.

“Hey man, I appreciate this.” said Jayson as he took the obnoxiously large bouquet of roses from Jasper. “You’re coming to the dance and the party, right?” Jayson was not going to take a ‘no’ for an answer from Jasper. He would kidnap him if he had to. “Well, it’s a little late now, but I was thinking about asking someone.” Shocked, Jayson looked over at his friend. It looked like he was making progress with the little holy-roller. He laughed and patted him on the back, perhaps a bit too rough as Jasper stumbled a little bit. “You mad dog, who is the little lady?” Jasper adjusted his glasses, seemingly reluctant to confess. With some encouragement, Jayson managed to get a name. “Her name is Demetria Valencio.” Jayson paused to see if the name rang a bell. “Never heard of her.” said Jayson as he thought. With a shrug, Jayson took some of the roses from his bouquet and handed it to Jasper. “Take these, be a gentlemen, and I’ll pick you guys up tonight.” Jayson smiled and nudged his friend. “I got your back, man. I’ll see you later.” Jasper thanked him before going off to find Demetria.

Jayson had to find his own little lady. As he went through the halls, Jayson felt a little out of place carrying around the roses. A lot of people stared at him. When some girls passed him, they called him a ‘sweetheart’ and wished their boyfriends would give them roses. Yes, Jayson certainly knew what he was doing. He did not care if some guys thought he was a p***y for respecting a woman and treating her well. They were just mad that they did not have his suave mannerisms. He played the game, he played it well and should someone ask nicely, Jayson would not mind giving out a few of his tips.

Anxiety was starting to set in as Jayson looked around the halls for Jackie. He clutched the bundle of roses in his hand; the thorns were pressed against his skin. Jayson started to worry that he had missed her somehow. He could always meet her at her house and ask, but he wanted a crowd. Jackie was too nice to reject him with a throng of onlookers. Stopping a nearby kid, Jayson asked him if he had seen Jackie. Unfortunately, the kid was no help and Jayson roughly pushed him away. “Damn.” shot Jayson as he kicked a locker. Sure that he had missed her, Jayson headed down the hall towards the parking lot exit. “Damn. Damn. Damn.”

As he turned a corner however, Jay finally saw her.

“Jackie!” called Jayson.

He quickly made his way over to her. “Jackie, hey. These are for you.” Jayson gave her a perfect smile before handing her the flowers and the card. “I hope I’m not too late, but I was wondering if you’d be interested in being my date tonight.” Jayson was careful to study her closely. He was excellent when it came to reading people. Jayson was the salesman and Jackie was his customer. The product he was selling was himself. He was off to a good start, but he needed to really sell it to her. “Forgive me. I wanted to ask you sooner, but I was intimidated by your beauty.”

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xxxxDemetria looked at him with a raised eyebrow as he offered to give her a ride, and pay for her dress. Demetria wasn't usually one to accept charity but this guy wanted to take her so badly, she figured him suffering money for such a invitation was kind of justice. She sighed and looked at the bus driver as he opened the doors. "Hey Sal, Looks like im not taking the bus today. See you Monday." She waved as the older man chuckled and shut the door, starting to drive off. Demetria turned back to Micah. "If your that serious about talking me.... I guess the dress shop on 36th and Franklin. Its cheap and has nice dresses. I always look at them when I walk to the library." Demetria spoke softly and adjusted her bag on her shoulder and pushed her brown curls from her face.

xxxxDemetria took the admission slip and put it in the zip pocket of her bag. "I guess we should go or something... I don't know anything about my dress size or really anything about dresses. It might take a while." She sucked her lower lip and played with the end of her sleeves, out of her comfort zone her. She was a year younger than him and in a different grade, so it was going to be weird going to the dance with an upperclassman, but Mike seemed sort of nice, in a weird arrogant a** kind of way, she figured she could deal with it and if he got too touchy at the dance, she always had the girls bathroom to hide in. Demetria stopped sucking her lip and looked at him with expectant eyes, still messing with the end of her sleeves.

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In the library, Jasper sat at his usual spot. A large bouquet of roses sat in front of him, but these roses were not his to give to another. The roses belonged to Jayson, who intended to give them to Jackie. Jasper was just holding them for his friend and as he waited, Jasper read a book about roses. He found the flower to be very extraordinary. “More than 15,000 different types of rose species exist, simply amazing.” thought Jasper as he flipped through his book. Nerdy as it was, Jasper loved trivial facts that most people overlooked. He found that the most common things in life had the richest history. Formals and proms, for example, were derived from the early debutante balls as the upper-middle class wanted their children to engage in social experiences similar to the debutante. Debutantes were originally meant for the elite as wealthy parents showcased their daughters who were eligible to marry. As Jasper’s train of thought continued to shift from one topic to the next, roses to formals to debutantes and more, the bell that signaled the end of the school day had rung and brought him back to reality.

Looking at his tattered old watch, Jasper was a little anxious. He was hoping Jayson would arrive quickly so he could run some errands of his own. As social gatherings were not his thing, Jasper had been considering actually attending the winter formal. It was almost like the festival of fools, but he speculated that if he was in the right company the formal might not be so bad. Jasper could not dance, well to pop music anyway. Although, he made for an excellent waltzing partner; thanks to the lessons his father insisted on.

Putting his book down, Jasper saw Jayson making his way towards him. It was a bit funny seeing Jayson in the library. Jasper knew that his friend would rather be on the football field then in the library. Handing over the roses, Jayson thanked him and asked him if he was going to the formal. That was something he actually had to talk to Jayson about. He needed a ride and he was hoping Jayson would help him out. Jasper could drive, but he did not own a car. He was saving up to buy something, but for the time being, he needed to be chauffeured everywhere.

“Well, it’s a little late now, but I was thinking about asking someone.” said Jasper. He was a little offended by Jayson’s surprise, but he could not deny that Jayson had a right to be shocked. Formals were so unlike him. Of course, Jayson wanted a name and Jasper was a little hesitant to tell him. Not that he was embarrassed by the one he intended to ask to the formal, he was self-conscious of himself, like he was unworthy of even going to such a social affair.

“Her name is Demetria Valencio.” said Jasper. He had been working up the courage to ask Demi for a while. They had become very well acquainted with each other during the past two weeks, some might even say friends. It was so late to ask, too late for Jasper’s liking, but he found it nearly impossible to find the right moment to ask her. He used some of his money to buy two tickets for the dance ahead of time. When it came to spending, Jasper was a penny-pincher as he liked to save his money for only the most important situations. He was taking a risk in buying the tickets. If she said ‘no’, then he had wasted his money. Still, Jasper was willing to take a leap of faith, hoping to engage in a wonderful night.

Jasper was excited when Jayson encouraged him to pursue Demi. Jayson even offered him some roses and a ride. So far, everything seemed to be falling in place. “Yes, Demi would love these.” said Jasper as he took the flowers. He counted seven lovely roses; a very lucky number. As he picked up his bag and thanked his friend, Jasper left to find Demetria. “Hope I’m not too late.” thought Jasper as he sprinted towards the nearest exit. He knew Demi always took the bus home and he wanted to catch her before she left. Nothing would be more embarrassing then chasing a bus down the street.

As he exited the building, the sharp winter air brushed against his cheeks. Immediately, they started to turn pink due to the harsh cold against his skin. The first thing he saw was her bus as it passed. “It came early!” thought Jasper franticly. He knew he could not run fast enough to catch it, but he had another plan – he could probably use his bike. Since he did not have a car, he had to use his bike to get around the town. It was mostly useless in winter when there was a lot of snow, but when it was not too bad out, Jasper preferred his bike to the school bus for many reasons.

Turning to fetch his bike however, he spotted something unexpected. It was Demetria. It was strange that she had not gotten on her bus, but what was even stranger was her partner; It was Micah. The first thing that came to mind was Micah was harassing her with various sexual innuendos. Jasper never spoken to Micah much, but he knew that he could be quite vulgar. Without over thinking the situation like he normally did, Jasper quickly made his way over to the pair. The roses were still in his hand.

“Hello Demi, Micah.” greeted Jasper as he approached them. He turned to Demetria, looking for any signs of stress. “Demi, did you miss your bus?” asked Jasper. “I saw it pass a few seconds ago.”

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xxxxDemetria turned her head quickly when she heard Jasper's voice, a smile coming to her face. She was much more comfortable talking to Jasper instead of Micah. Jasper's neat hair and always perfect glasses was a welcomed sight. Micah was completely different from Jasper. Though Demetria's smile faltered only for a second when she saw the roses he was holding. She immediately figured he was going to ask Micah for some romance advice, which was unusual because they seemed so different from each other in her mind, but she couldn't come up with a better, more logical answer. Her chocolate colored eyes looked at him with confusion, then remembered she had in fact missed her bus, but for a weird reason.

xxxxDemetria cleared her through and lifted her hand to motion to Micah. "I uh actually let it pass. Micah is going to drive me to go get a dress." She nodded, like confirming it with herself as she spoke it. She messed with her bag strap and looked at Micah. "He just asked me to the dance..." She spoke in a confused voice, because she was very confused at the situation, but she had a date, and she supposed that was something to feel accomplished about. "So I guess im going." She looked to him and pointed at the roses. "So I guess your going too, right? Unless you plan on planting those roses." She teased lightly then rolled back and forth a bit on the balls of her feet, feeling uncomfortable by how short she was compared to the two boys. Demetria raise her hands and grabbed a black hair tie from her bag and grabbed her messy brown curls and tied them in a loose bun, getting her bangs from her face.

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For the first time in a very long time, Piper was rendered speechless. This was a truly daunting and impossible task that was not meant for those weak of heart. This boy.. no. This valient man had actually attempted to speak Piper-nese. And English wasn't even this guy's first language! For the moment all she could do was stare blankly at Shane, her eyebrows raised so far up her forehead that they were completely concealed by the feathered blonde bangs. This awkward silence carried on for at least a minute, her eyes unable to break away, even though he had pulled out his phone, clearly anxious about the situation. Though, finally, bells chimed off simultaneously in Piper's head, a wide, almost pleasant smile spreading across her face.

And she began to laugh, in a fashion much more cheerful than Piper's usual composure. She laughed so hard in fact that she lightly grabbed hold of Shane's sleeve, as though to keep her balance, her other hand resting delicately on her stomach. Oh, what a happy occasion this was! Piper had thoroughly enjoyed Shane's cryptic and ridiculous response, for it was a language that was music to her ears. A language that she was naturally fluent in. Her outburst of laughter began to die down, her hand letting go of his sleeve and patting his arm gently instead. Little aftershocks of giggles continued to impair her speech as she tried to speak to him. "S-so.. you w-want to take.." she wiped under her eyes, trying to regain her composure. "You want to take her to the.. d-dance?" A smile finally rested on her lips, warm and full of admiration and respect. "I regret to inform Tweedle-dee that I am unware of our dear princess' whereabouts. For you see.. I have been unable to catch a ride in her pumpkin of a carriage. And when I go to check on her, the lady is indisposed."

Piper straightened up, brushing a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ears. Though she did not know much about this Shang Lee, her respect for him had grown the teensiest bit, though she hoped that he would continue to practice and improve upon his Piper-nese. It would be nice to have someone around who could talk casually with her, without feeling the need to run for the hills. "Though if you still wished to ask the lovely Alex," Piper winked coyly. "You have my blessing."

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Oh. Wow, after that sharp-toothed response to my first offer, I was expecting a lot more of a tongue lashing than that. She doesn't seem to think I'm going to rape her in a dark corner anymore. Alright! Progress! Micah celebrated mentally at his small success. Maybe this whole event would go smoother than he had anticipated. He liked a challenge sometimes, but he preferred this kind of twist to unwrap like nice silk ribbon.

"You know, you remind me a lot of a friend of mine. He's an entertaining kid. Mostly that's because he doesn't realize a lot of what he says and does, but that's not why I'm connecting the two of you. He seems to stick to quiet libraries and books most of the time. Pretty straight-edge, doesn't have as easy a time loosening up as other people." Micah's eyes turned up into the corner, considering traits. "On the other hand, I don't get the impression that you're half as god-fearing as he is. Jasper lives for the church, as far as I can tell." It just happened to be a mad coincidence that Jasper showed up right at that moment. He turned to face the pale boy. Speak of the... he was about to say, then stopped himself, considering that it might not mean the same thing to Jasper as it did to him.

After the brief exchange between the other two, Micah started to lead the way back to his pretty little car. He had mentally made a note about the location of the dress shop she wanted, and now gestured for both Demi and Jasper to walk with him. He ran through what he knew about dresses from his mother (who was basically his father's arm candy) and from random girls he'd taken home who rambled at him about clothes. "From what I understand about girls and dresses, which isn't really that much to be honest, you should probably avoid floor-length gowns and lean towards shorter dresses, maybe with those diagonal skirts," the word he had actually meant here was, "asymmetrical." "I think that style is supposed to emphasize girls' legs when the major gowns would 'overwhelm' you, whatever that means." He added air quotes to his sentence as an afterthought. It didn't even occur to him that this was evidence that he had actually been listening to all of those girls more than he realized. That could only go so far, though - when it came to women's clothing sizes, she was on her own beyond sizes small, medium, and large. He glanced over at her. "Huh. You seem like you could kill in some pearls. Hey, by the way, do you want me to go in and try to help you pick stuff, or should I just let you go in and find some way to entertain myself for a while?"

When they arrived at the car, Mike walked straight to the passenger side, unlocked it first, and opened it for her.The whole ordeal had gotten him wanting to play this being-very-nice-and-courteous-so-she-enjoys-herself role all the way. Thus far, he had been completely oblivious that he might have c**k-blocked his friend with his impulse, though, in retrospect, he would have missed her getting on her bus anyway. "Hey, Jasp, did you want to come with us? Girl as pretty as this needs a crowd to admire her. I do a pretty good Obama impersonation, but three's a crowd." He figured she could close doors on her own, though, and he skipped around over to the driver's seat. If Jasper wanted to come, Micah went ahead and waited for him to crawl back into the back from the driver's side door (it only had two doors), and then got in last. He didn't forget to take a glance into the rear-view to admire how he looked in the sports car. Her name was Sekhmet, Egyptian goddess of fire.

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Blind sighted by the news. Jasper blinked a few times as he looked from Demetria to Micah and back again. When it finally sunk in that he had been far too late and missed his chance to ask Demetria to the formal, his heart sank like the Titanic. He should have anticipated that his delay would only result in a negative outcome. Despite his quiet demeanor, he was beating himself up inside. Lost for words, Jasper nodded at Demetria.

She asked him about the roses. Jasper looked at them, unsure what to do. Obviously he could not give them to her. So, he came up with a rather quick and lame excuse. “These, uh, these belong to Jayson. He’s uh, he’s giving them to someone. And-uh-mmm-and I am just holding them for him.” He cleared his throat as he hated to lie and felt uncomfortable doing so; even if the lie was just a small white one.

It seemed Micah was taking Demertia dress shopping. Jasper walked with the pair to the car. He looked at the fine automobile that Micah owned. It was obvious that Micah was in a whole other tax bracket that was much greater than Jasper’s. He swallowed nervously as he looked over the sports car. Just standing next to it was enough to make Jasper edgy. He listened as Micah talked about dresses; a topic that Jasper was not familiar with being raised in an all male environment. The only thing he knew about dresses is that anything above the ankle was considered scandalous by his father and grandfather. Jasper clutched onto the roses, the thorns poked through his sweater as he held them against his chest. It was almost like he was trying to disappear behind them. “Long dresses look nice too.” said Jasper, his voice low and meek. The comment more for himself rather than the other two.

Jasper watched as Micah opened the door for Demetria. That was very courteous of him; it seemed that Micah was being polite. No signs of any red flags yet. Micah even offered Jasper the chance to come along. Although, Jasper noted that Micah threw in a ‘but three's a crowd.’. He was not that oblivious as he could take a hint.

“No.” said Jasper, his voice a little stern. He started to compose himself a little more. Concealing any indication of his disappointment, he merely feigned a tight-lipped smile. “I have to be somewhere else. But thank you for the offer. Have a good time.” said Jasper. He backed up slowly, still clutching the roses. His gaze was locked on Demetria. After a moment, Jasper decided that he needed to leave and quickly. Turning his back on the pair, Jasper slowly fetched his bike. Making sure he was out of view, Jasper tossed the bouquet into nearby frozen shrubbery and let out an exaggerated sigh. Now, the only thing on his mind was going home. Jumping on his bike, he swiftly left.

As he pedaled his way down various streets and neighborhoods, Jasper started to think that Demetria was better off going with Micah. Micah could afford to buy her nice things and make her formal special. “Well, maybe not too special.” thought Jasper as he started to over think the situation. He pedaled faster, making his way up his street. “What if Micah want to…” His mind was racing faster than the speed at which he pedaled. “Demetria is a strong girl, she knows how to take care of herself.” Now, Jasper was trying to reason with his situation. “And Micah is not a bad guy, he knows the meaning of ‘no’.” But, then guilt soon plagued his conscious. “Why did I wait, why? What if something happens, what if she needs me?” Jasper weaved his way around an elderly pedestrian, nearly hitting her. “What if she does not need me? What if no one needs me…” He finally reached an all too familiar place. Home.

“Jasper. Jasper Coyne!” The voice was commanding and hard, yet powerful and demanding.

Coming back to reality, Jasper looked up from his bike that he was still mounted on. “Yes, sir?” said Jasper. He was looking into the face of a much older gentleman, whose stern expression clearly displayed hard wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. “Get inside this house, boy. It’s cold and I do not want you sick on Sunday.” Like a well train soldier, Jasper quickly obeyed his father and hurried inside the stone row home. His house was fairly small, and if it was really quiet, it was possible to hear the murmur of his neighbors having a conversation.

“Are you going to that heathen dance with those paganistic friends of yours.” shot his father.
“No, sir.” replied Jasper.
“Hm, strange. You seemed so intent on going last night. Did the good Lord finally bring you to the only logical conclusion?”
“Yes, sir. I realized that you were right, I would not enjoy myself there.”
“Good boy. Now, what are you doing with yourself tonight?”
“After doing my homework and studying the good book, I think I will be retiring early tonight, sir.”
“Now that is the son I raised. You are dismissed.”

And with that being said, Jasper thanked his father and retreated to his room. His room was the attic. It was warm up there, especially in winter. In the summer however, it was unbearable. As Jasper made his way up the stairs, he was greeted by a rather homely-looking obese cat. It was a mix between a Persian and various other unknown breeds. It had a habit of sticking its tongue out and wheezing. It was walleyed too.

“Quasimodo!” shot Jasper as he spotted the feline on his bed. “Get off! No!” He was about to force the cat off his bed, but Quasimodo merely hissed and scratched at him. “Stupid cat.” said Jasper as he accepted his defeat. He sat on the edge of his bed and sighed. Jasper flopped backwards, prompting the bed to jump and arousing another defensive hiss from Quasimodo. “Shut up, no one likes you.” said Jasper to his cat. Quasimodo suddenly became apologetic and waddled over to his master. Jasper was too exhausted to stop the cat as Quasimodo climbed on his chest and laid there. The weight of the feline was staggering, but Jasper made no attempt to shoo him away. “Looks like it’s just me and you.” said Jasper. “Meow.” replied Quasimodo.

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tab fionna let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes, giving her head a little scratch as she walked out of a classroom lab. after convincing the science teacher she didn't take part in any of the pranks that were thrown at him, fionna had had enough of pestering adults. especially old, fat ones. if they didn't work as teachers, she thought, they would have been ***** her mind. even if they had jobs. or they would've stayed home, watched tv or maybe porn. disgusting herself with her thoughts, she shivered slightly and sped up her pace. it wasn't like she had anything against fat people—there were definitely the nice ones; she just didn't like the creepy ones. or, moreover, the ones that creeped her out. like the science teacher she had just talked to. thank god she didn't have him as her teacher. that, to her, would have been utteringly disgusting.

tab deciding she shouldn't have been thinking about creepy fat people, fionna took out her phone and was about to press a button when she remembered her friend didn't have one. she stopped in her tracks and let out another sigh with an eye roll. she was going to force that friend of hers to buy a phone one day. she was even willing to pay for it. fionna shoved her phone into her little, black handbag and made her way out of the school.

tab fionna walked towards the side of the school where she knew her friend would be waiting. waiting for the bus to take her home. though by this time, she thought, wouldn't the bus have left already? realizing how late she's been and wondering if she ever demetria that she would be seeing her off, fionna scanned the place until she saw a petite brunette girl...talking to micah? she raised her eyebrows in surprise and quickly made her way towards the pair just in time to hear part of the conservation that was going on and see jasper leave. but before she could say a word to greet the two, fionna wondered why, out of all the friends demetria had, she would be with micah. micah the...she really had no words to say about the guy, but she knew of his ways with girls.

tab “ lovely car you have here, micah. simply beautiful i must say, ” fionna said with a sly smile as she eyed the car in front of her. she wasn't much of a sports car fan but anyone, fan or not, could see its beauty.

tab fionna turned her gaze to demi, who was already seated at the passenger's seat of micah's car as if she was waiting for him to start the car and leave. which, to fionna, sound the most probable, but she still needed to know why. micah and demi? didn't seem like a good idea to leave such a sweet bookworm to...such a womanizing man. “ explain yourself, ” said fionna with a slight tone of demand. ever since the two met, fionna felt the need to be slightly protective of her—like an older sister.

[woolly milkcap]

The last four days had been interesting, to say the least. He failed to be as social and talkative as his new friends, but Chandler was too busy bouncing off the walls/chasing his own tail to be impatient and Tony was naturally easygoing and understanding. He liked being with them and he was pleasantly surprised that they had not grown bored of him. Chandler acted as though he had found some kind of diamond in sh—er.. in the rough.

Hugo smiled with a dum-dum stick between his lips, obediently replying to Chandler’s numerous text messages, quite expertly by now, on his motorcycle (at the stoplights, of course). To be honest, he was a bit uncomfortable about his friends meeting at his house. It was kind of out of the way and he worried they would ask questions about his family. Fortunately, he was fairly certain that his father implied that he wouldn’t return until next week. If that hadn’t been the case, Hugo would have considered suggesting a new meeting place to Chandler.

At last, Hugo came to a dirt path which led to a small cottage in the woods. He moved his vehicle into the shed and carefully maneuvered up the slippery pavement into the house. It was a bit cramped, but warm and orderly. Hugo lit the fire and did some homework until six, at which time he despairingly surveyed his closet. He had no idea what would be appropriate for a high school dance. He finally settled on a black sweater, slacks, and white oxfords, along with a black leather jacket. He did his best to tame his hair and failed. There was a knock on the door.

[Meareign]

Hey, there. I'm usually just called Lia, but really my name is

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First thing first, Lia stopped by the vending machine. Clacking along in her characteristically absurd yellow platform heels, she came to the soda dispenser and fished a crumpled pair of dollar bills out of her faux-designer bag. After picking at the corners with her long french tips, she eventually fed them into the machine and keyed in her code. From the bottom of the machine she produced out a full bottle of Vitamin Water, satisfied with her purchase. In a moment of forgetfulness, she walked away without retrieving her 50 cents from the coin slot.

Then Lia arrived out in the far parking lot way out on the other side of the track, lovingly nicknamed the "mud lot" by the students. A decade or two ago, the area had been just an vacant dirt plot of land owned by the school. Students would park in it when all other options were exhausted, and when it would rain... Well, the nickname stuck even after the school shelled out some money to pave the area and turn it into a legitimate parking lot.

She came up to a car that belonged to Isabel Castro, her friend and neighbor. They were from the same area of town and, since Aurelia didn't actually have her own transportation, they carpooled on a regular basis. Isabel, however, was nowhere in sight. Used to being beaten to the car, Aurelia naturally pulled out her phone.

To: Izzy | From: Lia
Hey girl, u get caught up?
Im out at the car

It was only moments before she got an answer. Izzy never kept Lia waiting even when she was keeping her waiting. After all, Izzy was a year younger and a level lower on the pyramid at cheerleading practice.

To: Lia | From: Izzy
I'm waiting to talk to Mr. Black
about my English paper.
Gimme 15 mins, sorry
for the delay.

Lia read the message and drummed her fingers against the side of ger phone. She looked up into the corners of her eyes and resisted chewing on her lip and eating some of her lip balm away. She opened, composed, and sent a new message.

To: Blaze | From: Lia
Hey there firepants.
Im stranded out in the mud lot for 15 or 20.
Maybe you could entertain me.
Where was it u were gonna take me 4 dinner wink ?

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The moment Jackie stepped foot out of the classroom, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Expecting a response from Melody, she pulled out her phone to find a message from her father instead. It read "Remember Andrew from the other night? He's interested in taking you to the dance tonight". Jackie groaned inwardly. Andrew was the rather boring, stuck up college freshman that she'd been forced to have dinner with a few nights earlier. She'd thought she'd made it clear that she wasn't interested when she'd left the table without a word the moment she had a chance, but maybe she hadn't been clear enough.

A second later, she got another response from Melody. No date on her end either. That was good news; maybe Jackie could worm her way out of going with Andrew somehow.

Unlikely.

To: Melody
From: Jackie
Sounds like a wonderful plan.
I'm over by the English classrooms.

As she was about to respond to her father, she heard her name being called. She looked up to see one Jayson Morris approaching her with a bouquet of roses. Before she had a chance to process what was happening, she'd stuck her phone back into her pocket and was holding the roses and a card with a rather surprised expression. The scent of the roses surrounded her, and she found herself smiling. She always had loved that smell. Before he'd even finished asking her to the dance, an idea was forming in Jackie's mind. She wasn't sure she cared for Jayson at all, but he seemed nice enough. Then again, she was pretty sure it was just a front he put on, just like any of the other guys.

Better a nice guy act than being just plain rude, which is how Jackie viewed Andrew to be. Plus, her father knew Jayson, and seemed to get along with the young man well enough. Maybe that would be enough to get her out of going with Andrew. After all, she couldn't have two dates. "I'm flattered, Jayson," she replied sweetly, a mixture of relief and apprehension welling up inside of her. "And you're not too late at all. I'd be happy to let you be my date tonight." She gave him a convincing smile. "What time will you be picking me up?"

She could hardly wait to inform her father that she'd already found herself a date.

jackie hartwell ● princess jasmine
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[freedomEXPRESSED]

It seemed all his hard work paid off. Jayson smiled as he looked down at his petite prize. He would take the best care of her this night, his brunette asset. He could not wait to earn his brownie points with Jackie’s dad. Jayson would have to take her home on time. As much as he would have loved to take Jackie to his party, he wanted to stay on her dad’s good side. If she really wanted to go, Jayson was sure he could work something out with her. Although, he could not guarantee he would be able to keep up his gentleman act after all the booze and drugs.

“I’ll pick you up around 6:30.” said Jayson. “I’ll see you then.”

With that being settled, the jock gave her one of his infamous smiles and turned to make his exit. In the parking lot, he made his way over to his car; a black mustang. It was a birthday gift from his parents. It was the only thing Jayson took care of. The number one rule of his car was no eating. He may have had leather seats but Jayson wanted to protect his car as best he could. It would have been the end of the world if someone spilled coffee on his precious baby.

After unlocking the doors, Jayson hopped in and started the engine. The way she revved up sent chills down his spine. It was a good thing no one was behind him as he backed up. Most of the time, Jay was a careless driver and he pulled out of the parking lot fairly quickly.

It did not take him too long to get home. The house was empty except for the Hispanic maid, Rosa. She was the same woman who used to be his nanny. She greeted him as he came through the door; her accent thick. “Hola, young Master Morris. How’s school?” Jayson returned her greeting and gave her a short, quick answer to her question. He was not in the mood to talk to Rosa. All he wanted to do was relax a little so he could party all night. He was hoping to sneak in a small nap.

But, before he settled down, he took out his phone. Jayson decided to send his friends a quick text. The grammar in his texts was very poor, not that Jayson cared. It was not like he was being graded on his text messages. As long as his friends got the gist of what he was trying to say then Jayson was fine. His phone was fairly new, a touch screen. His last cell phone was also a touch screen but he did not get a chance to use it, because the screen broke when he had forgotten to take it out of his pocket during football practice. While he waited to get a new one, he was stuck with a dinosaur of a phone. After Jayson finally complained enough, his parents bought him a new one. Complaining was typically how he got what he wanted when it came to his parents.

To: Micah and Vincent
From: Jayson
Looks like im taking Jackie to the formal. But was there any doubt lol?
cant wait for this party. I;m gonna get sloshed.

Jayson laughed to himself. He would probably need someone to carry him home. After sending his text, he instructed his phone, Siri, to wake him up within forty minutes. Like an obedient electronical servant, Siri processed his request and set an alarm. Jayson headed to his room and climbed into his obnoxiously large bed. Placing his phone by his bedside, Jayson settled in for his nap and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

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