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If Sierra had taken any notice of Ayden's lack of makeup, she didn't show it. Inwardly, she wondered what had happened to make Ayden not look like he usually did. "You missed class and I came to bring you the notes and homework assignment." She walked inside when he silently invited her in. She skimmed his room before pulling out a few sheets of paper. "I apologize in advance if my notes are unclear to you." She held out the notes for him to grab.

She felt that it was an awkward moment, but at the same time, she rarely ever felt awkward. One of the perks of having endless confidence she supposed. "I admit, I have a second purpose for coming here." She wasn't sure if it was her place to meddle, but she never second guessed herself. "This morning's spectacle left me wondering about your perspective. I saw Polly defending Bianca's honor though she did not need to do so...yet you stood by and let it go on. Either you did not mind Stetson's presence, or you held the same opinion as she and did not voice it. I suspect the latter. And then you opted to miss class. Did something else happen to cause drama?" She wasn't sure why she asked since she knew she could always ask Schraeder or God forbid Bianca about it. But Ayden was acting off...perhaps he needed to talk.

Lord knows she wasn't the best person to seek advice from, but that did not mean she wasn't an excellent listener and secret keeper. If Ayden refused to talk, she'd simply maneuver the conversation towards the pamphlet. A troubled Ayden meant trouble for everyone. "I'll understand if you choose not to confide in me. If you'd rather, we can discuss a lighter topic." He was always willing to talk about fashion, perhaps he might be happy focusing on the image of an outside company.

Unless he completely turned her down to conversation, this would be a beneficial chat for the both of them.

Ayden greatfully took the notes, while mumbling a thank you to her. They were basic, from a boring lesson. Nonetheless, it was sweet for her to give it to him. He slightly listined to her talk, while he read through the work, noticing if there was anything he couldn’t understand. He assumed once he read through, she would leave. However, once she brought up Bianca, he relized that she had no interntion, and he didn’t like the way this conversation was going.

"I'll understand if you choose not to confide in me. If you'd rather, we can discuss a lighter topic."

He looked at her a moment, debating whether or not he wanted to share his opinion. It took a few moments of thinking, but he decieded he could chat with her. Who knows, maybe word would get to Bianca and she’d forgive him? Doubtful, but worth a try.

“I thought enough people were fighting for her honor. She’s always so quiet, and everyone always speaks for her, so I just stepped back and let her fight for herself. Maybe I should have stepped him, told Polly and Stetson to back off. Nonetheless, she did a great job of standing up for herself. It made her happy, and that’s what I want…”

He was about to say ‘But I do think Stetson is an a**’. However, the last thing he wanted was word to get around that Ayden was talking about Stetson. It would back fire, and Bianca really wouldn’t forgive him. Was her and Stetson being together so bad? Though, even with that thought, a pit of jealously grew so large in his stomauch, that he knew it would make him misterable.

“Well, I came across her later, crying next to Stetson. I, um, jumped to conclusions, thinking he hurt her, and as I said, all I want is for her to be happy. So, I, uh, punched him.”

Admitting that was hard, and he looked down at the ground shuffling his feet. It was admitting a moment of recklessness, a moment where he screwed up. Back at home, he’d be bragging. Nonetheless, here it was a different story, bragging back fired. This wasn’t him at home getting drunk and having sex. It was him, having class, and making something of himself.

“Well, now she’s pretty pissed at me, and apoligizing wont be enough. So, until I figured out a way to make her forgive me, this seemed like a pretty good hideout.”

He said the last part with a nervous laugh, knowing it would calm things down a tad in the air. The room was incredibly akward, and having a heart to heart with anyone, was well, not his cup of tea. Though, he looked up at her, the opted for sitting down, and plopped down on his bed. He plopped the spot next to him, figuring that she might want to sit.

Stetson Schraeder

The King of Thieves



"Don't worry," Schraeder said, chuckling a little in response to Bianca's amusement at his voice. "I've got some time before my next class, so I'll help you find it. Where do you think it could be?"

He knew, of course, where she thought it would be. The important part was that he was going to go with her, and make sure that she felt comfortable going back to that place. And on the off chance that Andy was still there, well...

Maybe Schraeder was getting a little ahead of himself. Bianca didn't want more people to get hurt, which included Andy and Ayden. Schraeder, on the other hand, had perfectly good reasons to destroy the both of them, either physically or with all the resources he had outside of the school. What would be more satisfying, though?

The King of Thieves glanced over at Snow White, who was walking at his side and feeling down about her iPod. The last hour flashed back through his mind and he felt a small part of himself melt, just a tiny bit, and decided that for now, he would act as Bianca wanted.

For now.

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Andy froze, embarrassment flooding his system, making him blush. It was only Tinkerbell. He had run from that HPOA? Silently Any crept over to the door that led into the hall and slipped outside. He left it open a crack so that the click of the lock didn't alert the girl at his window that he had left. Sure Tink was hot and he wouldn't mind having some fun with her, but right then he didn't want to risk distracting himself and not being completely aware of his surroundings... Stetson was making him totally paranoid. The kid made it all the way across the building, staying quiet as a mouse the whole time. He could go up the bell tower... or maybe the weight room?... If he really wanted to hide he should go down to the basement and just chill in one of the hallways that never got used.

After finding a nice secluded hallway down in the basement. The kid took his own ipod out of his pocket and placed the ear phones into his ears. immediately the sound of One of his favorite American singers. Nataly Dawn was the ideal singer in his book.

Slowly Andy grew more comfortable sitting on the floor against the wall of the dimly lit hallway. One of the florescent lights flickered slightly making an eerie effect of the shadows that crept all around our hero. Andy closed his eyes and he felt that adrenaline rush leave him, tired and now very calm. The boy actually fell asleep there in the hall alone. He was sure that no one would find him, and if they did it wouldn't be Stetson. Hell if it was Ayden then he had nothing to worry about. they boy knew what he had done to his own woman he he was such a p***y that he definitely wouldn't do s**t about it.



{Sorry my internet broke yesterday}

Ayden sat there, listening to everything Sierra had to say. She was right on one thing, Stetson and he couldn’t keep fighting, Bianca would hate them both. Anyways, Ayden was destined to be with her, what could a high school romance really do? Well, it would drive Ayden insane, and dealing with that misery wasn’t worth it, not in the least bit. Therefore, he’d have to do something to stop it, something that wouldn’t interfere with Stetson. He’d just have to woo her away, he could do it, he was prince charming for Christ’s sake.

His confidence seemed to rise, and he smiled at her, deciding he liked her a bit. He tried to imagine a way talking to her could back fire, and it couldn’t. Therefore, in the end he was hopeful, and it showed. “Thanks Sierra, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then, she mentioned the modeling job, Ayden’s whole body shot up in excitement. He hadn’t had a real job since arriving to this school. Sure, he had kept up his portfolio, with the amazing photographer Bridgett, but nonetheless, they never managed to get outside of the school to do an actual job. Therefore, her saying him going to class was worth it, he was certain. He was about to say ‘lets go!’, that is, when someone else banged on the door. He looked at Sierra sadly, and got up to open the door, more annoyed than he was earlier. This time, the arrival was Polly. Great, two people in one day who saw him looking like this.

After a moment of observation, it was obvious his visitor was distraught. He also knew that she probably didn’t want anyone besides himself, with her going here besides another dorm. He looked at Sierra, than back at the tearful girl in front of him. Then, he pulled Polly in his arms, while nodding to his other guest, in a sad kind of way.

“I would love to, and if there is an opportunity later on, I would be right on board. Nonetheless, this darling here looks as if she needs a talk, so I have to see you off.” Ayden said, regaining some of his former grace. He looked at her wistfully, and moved out of the door to say goodbye. Then, he drew his attention towards the girl he was holding in his arms. Sighing, he lead her towards his bed and sat her down, wiping her tears away.

“Now now love, tell me what happened?”

“You don't relate to me, no girl, you don't respect me, no girl, no girl. Oh yeah.”

The spunky girl sang, singing all of her words into her hairbrush. Every few moments she’d pick up her hair curler and place another delicate curl in place, then she’d go back to dancing. She continued this for about an hour, then she moved to makeup, placing eyeliner think along her eye line, then dark mascara on both her bottom and top lash. Once she was confidant her eyes sparkled, she swept some light blush on her cheeks and some glossy gloss on her lips, perfect. Once she was satisfied, she slipped on a pair of ballet flats and walked out, dancing to the songs in her head the whole walk through the hall. Her clothing of choice were shorts, far to tight, and tears and tread streaming down. Under her shorts were black beginnings, dark and showing shapes of flowers, which only slightly showed her light skin. Her top was a white sweater, lined with black zigzag lines, going all across her chest.

Her name was Bridgett, and everything about her reflected her personality. On her arm, as a Nikon, with a fairly large lens. In her hand, opposite from the gawky camera, was a small pink coin purse. She had no clue what she was doing today, besides the fact that she was not attending class. Early in the morning, she had emailed her teachers saying she was taking a ‘me day’. They graciously emailed her assignments, and she promised they’d be done by next class. All of the teachers loved her, as everyone did. It was awfully strange for a bad character, nonetheless, she ruled at making everyone fall for her.

Every now and then, she’d stop and take a picture of something odd. Sometimes it was the animals that roamed the campus, sometimes it was plants, and others people. She managed to get a charming shot of a couple smacking lips, a couple that were totally not supposed to be together. She fled from that quickly, not wanting them to discover whom had them busted, and she skipped off, towards her secret hallway.

It was abandoned, with no classes. The only rooms there were mainly storage. Although, there was a lovely window looking out on the field, and she could open it and climb into the nearby tree. It made for marvelous pictures. Nonetheless, her walk was cut short when she was tripped by someone. For a second, she found it very odd and was about to scold whoever was here. Nonetheless, when she looked, it was her beloved friend Andy.

“ANDY!” She squealed, and sat down on his lap slowly, making sure not to hurt him. He was asleep though, causing a small frown to form on her lips. Then, she figured what would wake him, just as if he was sleeping beauty! She placed a soft kiss on his lips, then trailed her lips towards his ear, leaving kisses along the way. “Wakey wakey...” She whispered, and leaned up, smiling at the boy. Oh, how she loved Andy.

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Sierra wasn't at all sure what to do. She was originally going to leave as asked but Polly's words froze her in place. Holy Hell, did Polly just get her first testosterone injection?! That was beyond cruelty - this was definitely not going to happen again. "I am going to ruin that oaf of a doctor." She didn't even realize she'd said it out loud.

She wanted to comfort Polly in some way, but Sierra realized that Polly didn't want the Queen. She wanted Prince Charming. As it should be, she remembered belatedly. This wasn't her place and it would never be her place to comfort. That was...that was okay. Sure. It was perfectly fine. All it meant was that she'd have to find a way to make sure that Polly wouldn't suffer through this indignity again. Perhaps the doctor had a few hidden secrets - an affair? Several affairs? Debts? Maybe gambling debts. She could easily make them up if there weren't. Blackmail was much easier compared to bribery.

She left as quietly as she could and turned back with a mournful gaze. "Rain check Ayden. And Polly..." What was there to say? Nothing at all. She wasn't even supposed to be there damnit! "I'll get your homework." Or well, she'd find Andee and from there figure out what classes to get Polly's homework from. She quickly left and continued to consider the best way to outsmart the Academy.

And now it was time for dance class.

She returned to the gym and quickly changed into her gym clothes. She pulled out the uncomfortable shoes and headed towards the gymnasium. It was just her and her teacher. Today they'd be working on the waltz in her new shoes (as if it weren't hard enough). She must have glared because the teacher changed the dance for the day. They'd be doing the Viennese waltz. She knew she was going to need to see the nurse by the time class ended.