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xxxxDemetria looked at him with a laugh as he spoke against her saint compliment. She could see he was nervous and leaned back against her chair, tracing the letters on the cover of a book on the table in front of her. She smiled and shook her head. "I just pay attention. Photographic memory helps, too." She shrugged and watched him remove his glasses. He looked just as handsome as he did with them on, though she always preferred glasses. Something about glasses made her more comfortable. She looked down at the book as silence grew between the two of them. Thats when he spoke again, but this time about her break. She laughed softly at the question. Poverty didn't lead to much exciting events. Though she neither wanted a pity parted or a concerned one if he found out she was from a very poor family.

xxxxDemetria pursed her lips to the side, thinking of a clever answer. She looked up at him and shrugged. "I spent most of it writing, my father tried to make a lot of crazy inventions. Almost set the house of fire. That was quite exciting." She turned her face away awkwardly and tapped her fingers on the table. "But I really don't do much. Im not a very invited party guest, and there's no gentleman callers at my doorstep. But thats alright because I love books." She smiled at the book in front of her then turned her eyes to Jasper to meet his gaze. "What about your break? I hope it was more eventful." She spoke with a joking tone, trying to lighten the slightly depressing tone she had set on the conversation.

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Angelique strolled into the library and pulled out books on the psychology of murderers. She was always interested in serial killers and never really understood why. To her they were interesting creatures and she loved to learn about them. Jack the Ripper, Ted Bundy, The Zodiac and all the rest of them. Of course her favorite was a tie between Jack the Ripper and Hannibal Lector. Grabbing a few more books off the shelf, she took her seat and opened them up. It was time to get crackin on this essay. She only had a page left to go though, so everything should be good. Researching and writing down notes and finally putting them into her essay and citing them, she was finally finished with her essay.

She returned the books to thier proper place and walked back to her essay and notebooks. Slinging the purse over her shoulder, she slipped her paper into her binder. Making sure it couldn`t fall out [ like alot of her papers did ] she scooped up her stuff in her arms. Angelique glanced at the two people having a conversation about math she thought. Made her head hurt just thinking about it. She wasn`t much a math person and never has been. She just gets plenty of people that offers to do her work for her or just lets her copy. Walking out of the library, she walked back to the lunchroom. She thinks she left her recipe book at the table. Stepping up to her table and greeting them once more, she turned on her heels to walk back out.

Walking past Jayson, Vincent and Micah, she couldn`t help but overhear their plans. "A party?" She asked setting her books down on the table. "Well my friends, I could help you dere. If its some ganja you want, I can help you out mos defineetly." She hated how accent always came back to her. She`s been out of Jamaica for a while but that damn accent has stayed with her forever. Tossing her mane of wild hair back, she smiled at the boys. "Well, can I be of service or not mon`?"

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"I spent most of it writing, my father tried to make a lot of crazy inventions. Almost set the house of fire. That was quite exciting."

“Yes, very exciting indeed.” commented Jasper. It was good to know her father did not set his house on fire on a regular basis. He would be a little worried for her if she had told him that was the norm. Jasper listened to what else she had to say and he sympathized with her. His vacations were normally uneventful. At least books provided a way to seek an escape from the humdrum of everyday life. Life was not always about romance and partying, but he could understand why she might want to be involved with the typical teenage lifestyle. Sometimes, even he wished he could break away from the church and do something exciting without regretting it.

“My break was alright.” said Jasper with a sigh. His break had been quite rejuvenating to say the least. He certainly enjoyed it, but he was sure most teenagers would think he was boring. Volunteer work and religiously sponsored events were not typically everyone’s idea of a good time. Jasper was always at the church. If he was not there, he was home. His social life, well, he had none. Even the other alter boys ignored him. He did not care all too much. Most of the other boys were spending way too much time with Sister Beth, the nun who his father often referred to as a whore.

“I spent a lot of my time at church, just helping out.”

He paused as an idea struck him. “If you’re looking for something to do on Friday. We’re holding a soup kitchen for the less fortunate. We could really use the extra help.” said Jasper. He was not sure if Demetria would be interested in the idea, but he thought he might ask. It was not the first time he had been working for the soup kitchen. Jasper could not cook, but he was often assigned cleaning duty. He was usually in the back, cleaning dishes. He never saw the poverty-stricken individuals who came in for a warm meal, but he knew that there were a lot of people in need. The soup kitchen often ran low on food or utensils. The cooks would send the younger volunteers to go out and buy some more supplies. Jasper actually enjoyed helping. It made him feel valuable and gave him personal satisfaction knowing he was helping the less fortunate.

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By this point, Micah had finally settled back down and relaxed into his seat. However, with the addition of Angel to the picture, he swung around to face her. He lounged back with his elbow against the table and his ankle propped up on his knee. He peered at her through half-slitted eyes, expressive of his skepticism.

I always knew those rumors about Angel being a dealer were true. I wonder if she does anything other than weed. I should look into it some time, 'case my own bailed or gets caught one day. He looked her up and down quickly, considering the offer. Pot was pretty obviously something that they could use to make the party that much better, though it would be best kept in the dark corners in case it pushed some dainty little prude over the edge and called the cops. Or something equally as dumbshit.

He looked first to Jay for input, since he seemed to be the spearhead of the event at this point, but then he spoke up to Angel himself. "Gurl, whatch'you mean, 'Can I be of service,'" he asked, inadvertently adopting a back-alley twist to his words. "Naw. Mike Colegrove functions are strictly hosted in breathe easy zones for the pleasure of you and the friendly neighborhood kindergartners." His tone was as dry and serious as anyone could possibly produce, but the sarcasm it covered was buried deep throughout. Really, it would be hard not to tell he was being jokingly sarcastic.

He held a straight face for about three or four seconds as he looked Angel straight in the face, but after that Micah let a sly half-smile break onto his face. It made perfect sense that a girl like her would be interested in their plans. "You got anything particular in mind?"

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Feeling satisfied at having figured out the basics of the plan, Jayson took out his iPhone. He had to remind himself to contact some people. He could probably snag a few lounge chairs and tables from goodwill or some other dump. It was not worth his money to go out and buy new furniture just to abandon it all in some condemned house. He also wanted to stake out the place to make sure everything was working ok. Besides the usual accidents that happened at parties, Jayson did not want anything tragic to occur such as a collapsing roof or someone getting bit by a rabies-infested raccoon. Jayson had never been in this house so he had to expect the worst and hope for the best.

As he stored his iPhone away in his pant’s pocket, an unfamiliar voice caught his attention: “A party?” Jayson glanced up to see Angel, the pretty little thing from Jamaica. “That’s right, baby. A party.” greeted Jay as he met with her gaze. He had expected her to say something along the lines of wanting to come, but he was way off. “If it’s some ganja you want, I can help you out mos defineetly."

Jayson was a little surprised to say the least. He heard some rumors that Angel was dealing but he chalked it up to be nothing but talk. She was a gorgeous girl and she was Jamaican. Girls got jealous and they spread rumors. That was how it was in their high school. At first, Jayson was kind of caught off guard and did not know what to say. He looked over at Vincent to see if he had heard the same thing. Her Jamaican accent was thick. It was probable that he miss understood her.

Oh course, Micah, being outgoing as he was, spoke first. “You’re a funny guy.” said Jayson sarcastically after Micah was done, but he laughed anyway.

If Angel was serious, she had certainly caught Jay’s attention. “Come sit with us, Angel. Take my seat.” said Jayson as he got up from his chair and motioned for her to sit down. Rule number one when it came to women. Be a ******** gentleman. Jayson did not mind standing as his legs were getting restless anyway. As he stood, he looked over at the guys as he was amazed at their luck. It was like Angel came from the Jamaican Heavens and brought with her a big a** basket full of weed. Jay could almost hear the chorus of the party gods now. He turned back to Angel, she had his full attention now. “Let’s talk.”

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"Don't worry. By tomorrow, half the school will know about this party. Rumor spreads like wildfire around here." Vincent already had it planned out in his mind how to get the word out to the right people and quickly. Tell one person, and one became two, two became four, and four became dozens with very little effort. All he had to do was select the right one. A girl, no doubt. They were far better at the passing along of gossip. That, and they were far more fun to have at parties, in Vincent's not-so-humble opinion. It wasn't a party without at least a few hot girls to enjoy the night with.

Speaking of girls, a feminine Jamaican voice cut into their conversation. Angel. The school rumored drug dealer. Vincent always pictured drug dealers as shady, rough guys. A girl with curves to boast seemed an impossibility. As she offered her own addition to the party's plan, he realized that the rumors had quite a bit of truth to them. Vincent had kept his hands free of drugs up to that point in time, and he wasn't sure he was ready to walk down that road just yet. However, he was starting to think it would be a good way to make a spare bit of...funding. With that mindset, he hoped that Angel knew Micah had been joking about the "breathe easy zone" bit.

Whether she'd taken Micah seriously or not, Jayson was more than willing to play the gentleman. That was good. Vincent could be a sweet talker when he wanted to, but it didn't come naturally to him like it did Jayson. "It would be a pleasure to have your... services, Angel," Vincent said with a dark smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find myself a new form of entertainment. Keep me updated on this party." He grinned at Jayson, knowing he'd understand that entertainment was equivalent to a girl. He slipped away from the table, out of the cafeteria, and into the hallway.

He took his time walking through the halls, eyes wandering over people as he passed by them. Not only was he keeping an eye out for someone interesting, he was making sure no one planned to get in his way. He'd built up quite the reputation as one not to be messed with, and most people either stayed away from him or did what he said. Vincent never had liked to be challenged; he got enough of that at home from his brothers.

As he walked, he spotted a blond girl walking down the hall in an odd fashion. She wasn't quite walking, though he noted. It looked a little more like dancing, her movements fluid and filled with a cat-like grace. She was quirky, he had to admit. He was sure he'd seen he before around school, but they were in different grades and different classes. If he'd heard her name, he'd forgotten it. Pity, he thought to himself. There was something edgy about her oddness that kept his gaze on her as he found himself quickening his pace to approach her. He passed her as he turned a corner, intentionally running his shoulder into hers. Not hard, but enough to be noticeable. "Pardon me," he said with a smile as he turned to her.

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Her eyes flickered to Jayson who spoke to her first. She let a sly smile come across her face as he called her baby. What a smooth talker, no wonder girls loved him so much. She cut her eyes at Micah who was rambling on about a breathe easy zone. She was about to say something rude but he just started to laugh. She blinked a few times before finally realizing the joke. Angel let a smile cross her full lips before she giggled and covered her mouth. She wasn`t fond of her smile so she always covered it up.

Jayson had offered her his seat, and she gladly accepted. Sitting down and crossing her pretty little legs, she looked around at the boys at the table. "Well I have plenty of tings in mind. My question is what do you have`n mind? Any particular strands you`d like?"

Well the rumers around school were true. She was a drug dealer. That`s all her family did in Jamaica was have a pot farm. Angelique didn`t necessarily call herself a drug dealer. She thought more of herself as a person who did favors for her friends, and in return she got some money. Her house was full of marijuana plants. She had all kinds of Kush, Strawberry Cough, Sour Diesel, Grape Ape, White Rhino, you want it, she`s got it. Well if she doesn`t I`m pretty sure she`ll get it for you for 20 dollars extra.

Angel let another shy smile cross her lips before looking at the two dudes tomorrow. Vincent had gotten up by then, so she nodded to acknowledge his exit and continued to think. "You need some reggae music, us reggae girls like to get down." She said playfully rolling her hips in the seat before holding back a giggle. She had to get serious since they were talking business. "Well gentlemen, how much do you want and what kind do you want? I`m very . . . connected."

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Melody had gotten a little more comfortable going back to speaking English by now. It was nice to be able to switch between Chinese and English with Shang around, but unfortunately, the conversation had switched entirely to English now that she mentioned it. Just great. Still, she was glad that Drew probably wouldn’t feel as awkward anymore.

At this point, her plan was to phase out of the conversation and finish eating her grapes. It was working well, too, seeing as they were talking about English. She hadn’t even been addressed directly! Yeah, she could have dropped out of this conversation easily, but then Shang brought up a point about which she had strong opinions. “English teachers make no sense!” Melody exclaimed, probably a little more loudly than she should have. “They never give you a solid way to improve your work, and expect you to just tell them what you they want to hear, rather than your own ideas about the work! It’s ridiculous!”

Her mini rant was also probably a little loud for the otherwise quiet table, earning her some looks from the other kids. Oh dear. Things like this happened more often than they should have to the young girl, causing her parents some disappointment (which also caused her some guilt). She couldn’t help it that she had opinions, though! Although she would not have been sorry at another table, she felt bad, because people typically came to the so called “asian” table for a nice, quiet lunch. “Sorry,” she said more quietly to the kids around them, reverting back to eating her grapes.

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Piper's annoyance with the situation was quickly remedied on her continued trek through the halls. She was not one to stay angry, or annoyed, for she thought of it as wasted energy. Annoyance was an unpleasant feeling, and did not sit well with her. Annoying other people, though, that was a whole different ballpark. There was nothing Piper loved more than watching people run around like chickens with their head cut off. As long as she was not indebted to the person, or had any emotional attachment to them, that is. Regardless of his grudge-holding tendencies, Piper still found Thom relatively interesting, having high hopes for his future filled with chaos, disaster and intellect. Even with this little set-back Piper was more than happy to grin (fiendishly) and bear it.

Piper was knocked out of stupor by a gentle collision, much less clumsy than the first. She was taken off guard momentarily, but managed to catch her balance, twirling lightly on her toes to face her latest collision. "Oh no, excuse me.." She flashed him a cheeky smile. "I should pay more attention but.. I, myself, do not need a weathervane to tell which way the wind blows." Her hand gripped tightly instinctively on her over-sized purse, the vessel of her file folder and books, her crisp blue eyes scanning across this polite man's features. His face was interesting enough, strong and striking. And in his eyes.. "Piper." Her eyes gleamed, smirk taking it's place on her lips. He looks like he likes to cause trouble.. Piper, being a mischievous person herself, could always tell when she looked in someone eyes, whether or not they too, were a connoisseur of trouble. There was always something in them that said.. Hello. I'm here to ruin your day. "Who are you, dare I ask? A fire imp?"

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Okay, so any doubts Thom might've had about Piper's feelings for him were pretty much cleared up. Whatever she'd been expecting from him, he'd definitely disappointed her. And now she probably thought he was a retard. Great. He stood dumbly in the middle of the hall, looking back and forth from Piper's sashaying form disappearing around the corner and the jacket she'd shoved back into his hands. Whatever, Thom. She's just crazy. Don't worry about her.

Alas, his worries were far from over. He still hadn't entirely recovered from that incident when he once again collided with a student, though this time the collision was another boy's fault and ended up with Thom's jacket and books scattered about the floor at their feet. The kid - slightly familiar looking, Thom thought his name was maybe Elliot or something - scrambled to pick up Thom's things for him. He was surprised this kid knew his name since he tended to lay low around the school. Were they in the same grade?

"Hey, it's no problem. Uh, do I know you?"

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Vince had a point. Rumors did spread like wild fire. People certainly did loved to gossip, but that was typical high school stuff. Sometimes the rumors could get a little crazy. Some were hard to believe; others were obvious. At least everyone would know about their party. There was nothing like cheap advertizing. Jayson loved it.

Vincent announced he had to go. “See you later, man. I’ll text you.” said Jayson as he nodded to his friend. The lunch period would be ending soon. Not that Jayson was in any hurry to leave. He was usually late for his classes anyway. The best part was his teachers never reprimanded him. His parents bought some of his grades anyway. The only classes that Jay took seriously were gym, math, accounting, and business management. All the rest was a joke to him. When would he have to recite the periodic table during a business meeting or out on the football field? It was totally useless to him. He turned his attention back to the conversation going on at the table.

Reggae music; now there was a great suggestion. “Anything you’d like, darling.” said Jayson. “I’d hire a live band for you, if you want it.”

Taking Vincent’s seat next to Angel, Jayson listened to what she had to offer. To be honest, Jay would smoke anything. It really did not matter to him. The only thing he was concerned about was stocking up on plenty of snacks. Although, Angel seemed to really know her stuff. Perhaps she could recommend something a little special for the occasion.

“I don’t have anything specific in mind; I just want the best of what you got and a lot of it” said Jayson. He paused as he watched a teacher pass the table. When the coast was clear, Jay turned back to Angel. “Do you have any preferences? What does the lady recommend?” Jay was not so cheap anymore when it came to drugs, especially when he was helping to host a party. He would not want to go to a party with shitty beer and marijuana, so this was the only time he would not mind spending a little more then he would have to. Jay had to get something that people were going to enjoy and talk about for decades to come. They would also need lots of it. People loved to smoke. It would be embarrassing to run out. If there was any left over, well, Jay would not mind taking the rest home.

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Was this girl high? Drunk? She seemed to be far too graceful to be either, and yet her words made little to no sense. She was odd, for the lack of a more creative word, but it made her interesting. Most teenagers were easy to read. They largely fit into stereotypes and were nothing short of predictable, which grew boring after only a short time. This girl had just become as much of a mystery to Vincent as her words were. She was saying something about the direction of the wind. He was sure it was meant to be metaphoric, but what for he hadn't the slightest clue. People generally didn't speak in a manner that sounded like a collection of poetry.

"A fire imp? You certainly are an odd one, love," he half smiled at her, tipping his head slightly to the side with an expression of curiosity. Part of him wanted to leave the girl be and find someone else. The rest of him, though, wanted to pry and see what was behind the cryptic words. It might do him some good to make a friend out of such a strange girl. Perhaps she had a taste for causing trouble under the whimsical appearance. "I'm Vincent. And who might you be? I must admit you have me curious."

Curious enough to put on a gentleman act. Usually he would have kept any and all introductions short and simple in order to quickly find out if the person would be of use. But, his curiosity was getting the better of him. And curiosity killed the cat... Vincent thought to himself. He'd heard that phrase time and time again, but he was still alive and well. So far, he'd not seen much harm in curiosity.

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Star athelete, great grades (well barely), party every weekend, always a girl or two wrapped around his arms; this was the life of the hottest senior boy in high school Blaze Allen Young. At the moment he had a brunette on his right and red head on his left both giggling as he told his jokes. They were gauking at his amazing muscles. "Girls! Now let's take a moment here!" he flashed his best smile to them both and then laughed. "Who wants to come home with me tonight?" he said winking to them both. Then they began fighting over him so he just shrugged. "I'll see you both at 10 sharp then." He squeezes them both close to him and let's them go.

Blaze owned this school. His parents were the wealthiest people in the entire town and he love to flaunt it. He was invited to every party ever thrown and he always provided the best entertianment. Blaze was mandatory at least that is what he liked to say. So, here he was the first day backfrom winter break he has already got two hot girls for tonight and there better be a party for this weekend because he needed to have a great time.

The basketball players were gathering in the lunch room after class so he figured he would go their first and then wonder from there. Blaze smiling to a girl here and they telling them how gorgeous they were he found himself in the cafeteria with all of the basketball players and they were shouting, "Finally you showed up man!" "Yeah, I was tied up with a couple of girls, if you know what I mean." he chuckled and then sat down. "So what is the plan gentleman!" Turns out there really was no plan yet but he made sure someone gave him his lunch so at least the meeting made some kind of since.

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Angelique chewed on her bottom lip. "Yes it would be good to get plenty of variety so everyones happy." She nodded at his suggestion and leaned back in her chair before studying the boys in front of her. They both were well off, although Micah was a bit of a trouble maker. She`d keep that in mind. Since they had such wealthy backgrounds, getting them the best product shouldn`t be a problem. “I don’t have anything specific in mind; I just want the best of what you got and a lot of it”. Angel smiled as he said just what she expected him too.

A small smirk crossed her lip as she leaned in a little. "Well mon`, you gwan want some Strawberry Cough, Grape Ape, White Rhino, and I have a few kinds of kush. Ask round de` school, I`m sure they can tell you what kinds they want as well. So far I can round it up to about $500 for 180 grams. Plus its de` finest, I grow myself." She looked around at some females glaring at her in jealously as she was leaned into Jayson. Her eyes told them to fix their face as the girls walked off.

"I can also make you some weed brownies for $20, special for buying so much of my inventory." She grinned before rubbing her hands together. He would definitley be giving her enough to pay her bills and still have enough left over. She couldn`t wait for this party. It was going to be insane. Angel loved to dance, that was her favorite past time besides cooking. Her dancing was down and dirty, just like Americans liked.

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Shang sat in his seat in the front row of his AP Physics class. They had been given an assignment 40 minutes prior to work on alone or with partners and he was among the 30% or so of students who had already finished with a few minutes left of class. Most of them were quietly chatting, largely about the upcoming dance. Normally, Shang would be passing his time by getting a head start on his homework, but this time he couldn't. As it happened, in honor of the dance, most teachers had been gracious and not assigned any homework for the weekend. In the case of the physics teacher, his only homework was for the students to finish the assignment if they didn't in class. That wasn't any help here.

So, with nothing else to do, Shang just sat and thought. He intended to go to the dance this evening, as he had some friends who would be there, and while he didn't have a date, he still felt somehow obligated, as a male, to have at least asked someone. He supposed that he could try Melody, who was reliably his friend and pleasant to be with, but he wasn't romantically interested in her. He could see her being his partner, perhaps, since she was pleasant and shared the right values and his parents would approve, but he didn't really think of her in terms of affection. That, and he wasn't exactly in feudal China visiting matchmakers for brides.

Then there was the blonde. He barely knew her name, and he wasn't sure if they had ever spoken before, but he knew that she somehow enraptured him - she struck him like some kind of exotic snow-flower that flourished and grew in the wind rather than growing tired and limp from the torrent. But he wasn't sure he'd tell his parents if he took her. They might not like it. What made it even less likely, though, was the fact that he hadn't even seen her in what must have been a week. She had been totally AWOL during morning and lunch periods, from what he could tell, and you can't ask a girl to a dance if you don't see her.

Or he could just pray someone in a moment of desperation came and asked him. He would probably say yes just to escape the pressure, no matter who it was. If that didn't work, he could always just go alone and visit with friends at the dance. At the end of the day, that was his pla--

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