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Location: Detention
Status: Slightly amused
Thoughts: I can't believe she did that to Mr. Schultz, ha!

Delilah giggled when Mr. Schultz was silenced, his expression was priceless. Delilah extended her slender arm to meet Sage's outstretched arm. "Nice to meet you." Misunderstanding? Hmm... Delilah thought, wanting to know more due to her curious nature. "Oh you know, late to class," she said casually. "Some people apparently lose their shit when someone walks in 5 minutes late," she shot the teacher a vile look but he was occupied in some popular news magazine.

Another voice caught her attention, this time it belonged to a gorgeous, dark-haired male. "I take it you come here often?" Delilah replied to his greeting with a smirk as he took a seat near the window. Mr. Schultz was about to tell her be quiet when she followed the footsteps of her colleague and put a manicured finger to her lips. Mr. Schultz seemed taken aback and raised an eyebrow, to which Delilah flashed a smile. Damn, I'm probably gonna get into trouble for this too, but it's way too fun! she silently laughed to herself.

"So what's this misunderstanding you speak of?" she asked, turning her attention back to Sage.

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Location: Detention
Thoughts: Oh look...a detention party.

Once Delilah extended her hand, Sage let her pale, slender digits wrap around the back of her hand to give a light shake. It didn't last long but just long enough to show that she was interested in their conversation. Once she dropped her hand away from Delilah's she took her usual position of sitting up straight and giving the red haired female her full attention as if no one or nothing else could break her away. It was one of those qualities about Sage that either creeped people out enough to make them turn away awkwardly or it caused them to draw closer to her since it seemed like she cared about what they were saying. Sage was no mind reader (although her deep stares made people think otherwise) so she didn't know how this girl would take it.

Either way this didn't stop a small smile from tugging at the corner of Sage's lips when she heard Delilah's complaint about the juvenile reason for being placed in a class with perhaps the most dramatic teacher in all the school. Her gaze shifted to the teacher who was looking their way at the moment but didn't say a word. She was about to turn her chocolate brown eyes back to Delilah when the door to the class opened and there stood one of the most attractive boys in all of the school. Any other girl would have been having a slight party inside or perhaps they would have stared him down out of pure want and desire, but Sage was staring him down because well..he was staring at her.

Tilting her head to the side, she let her eyes follow him until he made himself comfortable in the seat near the window. When he gave a head nod and even spoke in their direction, Sage simply remained silent as Delilah spoke to him. Her eyes wandered from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet as if she was analyzing some foreign being, looking for a reason to not interact. Seeing no harm in speaking, she lifted her hand and gave him a wave that went along with her rare and friendly smile.

"Hello." Sage said, though from her position near the door and his near the window, it simply looked like she mouthed the words. When she dropped her hand, she turned her head back towards Delilah and was met with a rather...interesting pose. Raising a eyebrow in amusement, she let her eyes simply shift over to the teacher who had his eyes dancing from Sage to Delilah. One couldn't help but to let a devilish smirk cross her lips as the male quickly stood up and excused himself for a few moments. He couldn't deal with two of them, Sage alone made him anxious.

I should pay a visit to his wife...she was always one of my fav--

Her thoughts were interrupted with a sound of a voice she had been listening to for just a few minutes. Her eyes quickly shifted over to her new partner in crime and for a moment she had to make sure she didn't say her thoughts aloud. When she saw no weird expression on Delilah's face, she was certain that nothing was heard. Sage blinked a few times before it registered that she had asked her a question.

"Lack of communication. It seems that no one gets my sense of humor...you see, Mr. Schultz believes that I can not be trusted. He simply doesn't like the fact that I can outsmart him. Amusing, isn't it?" Sage said with the smile on her face growing wider with each word she said.

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Location: Tempura Resturant
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Freyjakiu laughed quietly. She didn't like laughing loud in public places, it disturbs others and she hated it when people disturbed her and her ways of living. "Fuck, you're right. Skin showing disturbs everyone's eye contact points, especially males." But that wasn't saying that girls didn't do it either. Many females she's known over the year focused on what the guys were wearing and the 'packages' they were sporting rather than what they were saying. "People like that either need to get sunglasses so they can do it in private, or stop doing it altogether man." Frey hated it how females always complained about being treated as 'eye candy,' rather than their own person. Girls treated males as eye candy almost as much as they were treated the same, so what's wrong with a symbiotic relationship?

Freyjakiu plopped onto her chair and leaned back. She was pretty sure that the meeting could do, and would do, without her. "I'm pretty sure they'd prefer associated with the stupid 'Queen' than little ol' me." She poked a bit of fun at the Beloved's leader, it was such a shame how society liked to blindly follow anyone with legs and a rack.

Luna ordered in Japanese and Freyjakiu was floored. She knew how to speak Japanese? Freyjakiu ordered her food, looking at the waiter, a tall, lean man with dimples within his cheeks. "Your dimples, they're cute. Anyways, I'd like two servings of udon please each in the same bowl, but I'd like my meat on the side." She handed her menu to the waiter who grinned and took away Luna's as well. "That shall be coming right up ma'am," Frey nodded, and when the waiter was out of sight she turned to Luna.

"How did you learn to speak Japanese so..bien'?*" She coughed, realizing that it was a French phrase. "I mean, how did you learn to speak Japanese so...well?"

Nice save. she whispered to herself.


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Location: Creative Writing ~~> Conference Room
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The bell rung and the redhead shot out of her seat, doing a 180 turn in order to get her bag from the back of the room. Her phone had rung during class and the teacher told Kevyn to put all her things in the back, just to make sure she was actually doing her work. Saying bye to her teacher, Kevyn opened her phone to see what text message she had received and who it was from. It was from her mother, who rarely called or texted her during class even for emergencies.

Quote :

Mommy-dearest ~~> Keveransion
Dear, tell your cousin that you both have Student Body Government at 4 please, thank you. Love, Mom.

Like hell she was doing that. If the chick wanted to go skip out she wanted to go skip out. Kevyn wouldn't rat her out for it, as Freyjakiu had a lot of things against her (mainly pill popping but still). Freyjakiu should know about the meeting already, why remind her?

Kevyn threw her backpack in her locker, only taking out what she needed, which would be her phone and a notepad. She really only took notes during the operation, not much. Skipping over to the conference room which was somewhat nearby, the redhead gamer opened the door of the conference room to see a wild Leigh-Ann looking somewhat deep in thought. She pushed up her glasses and checked the clock. Why wasn't anyone here?

Crap, she was really early.

Glancing sheepishly at the Beloved and taking a seat, Kevyn placed her notebook and phone on the table and glanced at Leigh Ann. Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back.

"What are you thinking about?" Her back hunched over the table in a completely odd, yet comfortable way, as Kevyn tried to debate the way to Leigh-Ann's thoughts. "I bet you're thinking about the Burn Book site, aye?" Kevyn had read it online a bit before Chemistry.

Oh gosh how much she loved and hated rumors.

In this situation, rumors were absolutely stupid, ruining people's interactions and unbalancing their lives. Rumors and gossip were only good when you were logged into the gaming forum and you hear a new broadcast is coming up about the Smis 8.

"I don't get the deal with it, people should just ignore idiotic things and move on with their godforsaken lives honestly." Kevyn was not one to talk. The hypocrite held some serious grudges.

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Location: Gymnasium ➜ Rec Center
Thoughts: "A burn book?... really? Somebody has way too much time on their hands..."

The day was boring and uneventful, to say the least. A quick glance from Leigh-Ann and their status as partners for the upcoming Spanish project was cemented. Eyree had flashed her lopsided smirk in the direction of her friend, giving the slightest nod in affirmation. Everyone else in the class clamored around her, begging her to be their partner (she was practically fluent in the language already). But when she politely told them to shove off in perfect fluent Spanish (earning a slight frown of disapproval from Señor Hernandez) and their only response was to blink and stammer out a "does that mean yes?" she knew she would not have the patience or time to help these poor fools. But thankfully the bell saved her from her peers' simpering attention. Placing her hands on the table, she threw her legs over her head, executing a perfect walkover and landing crisply on the other side of the table. Backpack in hand, she floated out the door, violet ponytail swinging in rhythm to the brisk staccato of her steps. Sociology was a snooze and so was World Cultures (she had lived among all the cultures mentioned for varying periods of time). But she managed all right.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Eyree breathed a sigh of relief. Her muscles were beginning to ache from sitting so long throughout the day and the very thought of the feel of chalk on her hands and the unrelenting spring of the floor had a smirk turning her lips in eager anticipation. But it seemed Kingdom Crest had other plans for her. Eyree marched into the gymnasium to meet her fellow gymnasts, only to be met with the warm scent of sweat and unruly shouts and grunts. "Eyree!" She glanced sideways at the perky little blonde who had floated up beside her. "Apparently there was a mix-up in the office. The boy's wrestling team got our time slot by mistake. But it's too late to move the equipment out." Eyree pouted. What a bother this was! "Well, boys are no excuse for wasted time. C'mon girls," and with a jerk of her purple head, the gymnastics squad followed her down the hallway to the smaller gym annexed to the larger gymnasium. "If we can't use the equipment, we'll do stretches and some tumbling exercises. On the floor!" Eyree was not heartless, however, and only kept the girls for an hour doing menial exercises. "Hopefully tomorrow they'll have this mess all sorted out," she mumbled as she gathered her things.

"Wait!" someone called after her. She turned, eyes falling cooly on the little blonde girl from earlier. "Have you heard about the Burn Book yet?" The girl asked excitedly. A cocked brow and an unimpressed expression was all the girl needed to continue. She whipped out her phone, sidling up beside Eyree. "It's the latest in gossip at Kingdom Crest! There's already been a posting!" She enthused. Eyree scanned the page quickly and handed the girl her phone back roughly. "Because people obviously don't have enough of that here," she drawled in her husky purr of a voice. She wondered how much Leigh-Ann knew about this new page. It seemed to be Freshman year all over again. Perhaps this was Brittney's revenge for the swift action she and Leigh-Ann had executed against her. Eyree shrugged dismissively. "I'm sure the Burn Book will burn out soon enough. See you tomorrow, Ashley," she smirking and offered the girl a wink, watching her disappear into the locker rooms. Eyree picked at the dark violet leotard as she went to pick up her things once more.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder, wincing as the strap came into contact with her old wound. Sooner or later, her injury would require her to quit gymnastics. And sooner rather than later, as unfortunate as that might be. Not bothering to don her sweat pants or shoes, Eyree skipped out to the parking lot, throwing her things on the back seat of her SUV and racing out of the parking lot. Her body still ached, needing the release that gymnastics always brought her. So if she couldn't have it here at school, she'd just go to the rec center. Pulling out onto the main road, she turned up the volume on her stereo, some country ditty pouring through the speakers. Few knew of her deep abiding love for country music. She had traveled all over the world, heard so many different kinds of music. But there was nothing like American country anywhere else in the world. As she sped down the road, she noticed a slightly familiar back running along the sidewalk. The tall, dark figure, she soon realized, was none other than the one and only Dreck. She had seen him around school once or twice, but was more acquainted with his presence at the gym. The boxing arena was annexed to the gymnastics center down at the Rec center, separated only by a wall of plexi-glass panels. While she was in training, she had often seen him at the bag or in the ring. And he looked to be on his way there now.

Eyree slowed the vehicle to a leisurely crawl, coming up beside him. She rolled down the window and flashed a winning grin at him, cerulean eyes twinkling with mirth. "Running for fourteen miles is a bit of a drag, wouldn't you say? If you're going to the Rec center, I'd be more than happy to give you a lift." The locks popped up in response to her statement.

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Location: Childhood place
Status: Kidnapping Janette.
Thoughts: "Fuck everything!"

He wanted to just look at her as if she was a retard because of a ridiculously stupid question. "Are you a dumb ass? Of course!" he said with the roll of the eye. His brow went up by her words. "You do? Well, then look whose the stalker now. The little boy next to you is me if you can see." He said with a cold attitude. His arms was crossed and he sighed. Knowing it was her remembering the fact that this girl always had an attitude he always got bothered with. He looked at her and at his phone at Leigh-Ann's text. The fact that this girl was his old friend and that he needed to catch up with her he decided to bail on Leigh-Ann. She had enough to do and Victor is just a bother. "Lets go misfit. I'll take you out." He said in a commanding tone not even giving her an option as he took her hand dragging her out to his motorcycle. Fuck detention and fuck school. He was going to break all the rules this year and not look back at his mess. He dragged Janette to the courtyard taking her to his baby. As they made it out without a beloveds eyes to see or tell Victor felt the hint of guilt but it'll fade soon. He walked toward his baby (motorcycle) and took out his helmet. He didn't notice his hand was still clutching onto her's and as he did he let go. "My bad." He apologized as he threw the helmet at her. "put it on." He ordered.

He didn't have the patience and time to wait for her to put on an helmet so he helped her with the helmet. As he helped her out he noticed this could be the day he would die and crash and have his skull open. He shrugged off the bad thoughts and hopped on starting the engine with Janette behind him. "Hold on unless you prefer to fly off." He said. Victor didn't know where he was going to take her but it was going to be completely random he would end up surprising himself. He left the school with the wind through his hair. As he made it to a stop his gut told him to make a surprising turn and he did. He didn't know why but his conscience made him do it. As he drove straight he came to a stop at an elementary school. It had no kids outside it was completely empty without a soul left inside. "Dunno why I drove you here but my conscience made me do it." He said as an excuse to her. He leaned back against the fence and sighed taking out his phone not sure what to tell Leigh-Ann. He feared Leigh-Ann at times not knowing how much people she could get to hate others.

"So hungry?" He said with a sly smile.

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Location: Library to Media Center
Status: Alone
Thoughts: "I'll fuck up your life Jacob."

Melissa played with her tongue piercing as she got out of class hearing the rumors of Poor Helpless Melissa or Meek Melissa or whatever she can make up from the top of her head. This was all because of Jacob. She bit her lip and clutched onto her books digging her nails in the hardcover. It left a few marks as she walked towards the library. As she entered the library the distant moaning noises from couples in the back of the library was quite clear to her. She only noticed a handful of people actually studying for finals and shit. She sat down and looked at her french textbook feeling the rage through her heart. The more whispering only brought her to a much more destructive personality. Her eyes went to a glare and a malicious smile.

She left the library as her light bulb went on and she walked her way to the media center. Her eyes went on the last one in the corner so no one would see what she would be doing. She sat down brushing herself to a perfect girl. She played with her tongue piercing once again as she looked at the school's social media which had every student posting on. She used her anonymous account. She sighed chewing on the inside of her cheek. Then she started to type...

Anonymous: Jacob Dentt, a stereotypical bad boy being looked down upon new boy. Losing your touch "bad boy"? We all know what you really are. Hard yet soft on the inside. You truly are a stereotypical bad boy.

Melissa moved her mouse to the post button and she hesitated for a second leaving her scared but the more the whispering the more she didn't give a fuck. She pressed sent and logged off walking away from the media center as if nothing happened.

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Location:Conference Room
Thoughts: Who the fuck does he think he is?!

Leigh-Ann had been so busy waiting back for Victor's text message that she barely paid attention to the ones she was receiving about a burnbook twitter page. Now as Queen of Kingdom Crest it was her duty to see what this "Burnbook" was all about. She first started with the site itself and was shocked but amused to see what she found. It wasn't serious, just a bit about Jacob's little encounter with Rose, something she stopped caring about hours ago. There was even a part dedicated to best dressed and Leigh-Ann was not shocked to see a image of her own outfit there, she would have been insulted if she didn't. Seeing nothing but harmless student gossip, she went on to the twitter page. Not seeing any rush to actually check out the official twitter of the burnbook, she interacted with a few friends; mostly Eyree and Jacob and both of them drew a smile out of her, almost making her forget about the whole reason she came onto the app in the first place.

Of course she followed the burnbook, it was about her school and she always had to know what was going on, people expected her to. As her eyes scanned the tweets, she simply rolled her eyes until she stopped on one tweet the longest. For a moment she sat there completely bewildered at what she was reading.

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It took a moment for the words she was reading to sink in. The mention of a Badass and a Misfit automatically took her mind to Jacob, since he would be the type to flirt with anything with a vagina. He was her friend, but she knew him well enough to say that her statement was true. So when she saw her name attached to the tweet, Leigh-Ann blinked a few times before realization sunk in. Victor. Her Victor was on the rooftop with some Misfit. A small tint of a pink hue began to rise to Leigh-Ann’s cheeks…then a darker shade until her entire face was flaming red. The phone in her hand shook along with the rest of her body as she let the anger burn her from the inside out.

No one. Played Leigh-Ann Anderson. Before she knew it, she was responding back to the tweet, of course it didn’t reflect her anger, just a small warning that this site had just made whoever this Misfit was, a target of Leigh-Ann’s.

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Leigh-Ann was so deep in her thought of rage as she was sending text messages out to see if anyone had seen Victor, that she didn’t even notice Keyvn coming in until she heard her voice. Her head shot up quickly and the look on her face was one of her signatures looks that told that she was about to unleash fury one some unfortunate victim.

Her eyes narrowed as Keyvn mentioned the burnbook but she didn’t say one word, a quiet Leigh-Ann was just as dangerous as a sassy one. Shoving her purse back into her designer bag with more force than she should have, Leigh-Ann slid off the table and took a seat at the head of the table, keeping her terrifying gaze on Keyvn. It must have seen like eternity to the girl as Leigh-Ann stared her down, scrutinizing her entire image before she opened her mouth to speak.

“I don’t give two shits about any petty rumors that some site posts but when my man is mentioned with some Misfit named Janette Standford, that’s when those idiotic things, become a problem. ” How Leigh-Ann got the Misfits name so quickly was no mystery. Try as you might, someone always saw you at Kingdom Crest and she had just received word that Victor, her Victor had rode off into the fucking sunset with some bitch, leaving Leigh-Ann behind. This was not going to end prettily if Leigh-Ann had her way about it.

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Location: Diner to rooftop
Status: Shitty and probably alone or not
Thoughts: "....fuck...."

He looked at her and smirked a bit. "I'll buy. Anyway better fed than starving." He said but the numerous vibrations on his phone went off and the twitter posts started. Somebody caught him with Janette and somebody decided to be a little bitch. He sighed and knew what would happen. He didn't really give a shit if he got ganged up by Jacob and Leigh-Ann's slaves it was like a regular day for him. Woo-Fucking-Hoo. He sighed only worried about Janette but during the past she took care of herself pretty damn well but hey, anything can change. Victor sighed already looking at the fight Leigh-Ann started. Knowing her she doesn't really back the fuck down but knowing himself he doesn't care insulting a woman. He got on the motorcycle waiting for her to get on and as she took her time he wasn't excited to come back to school. Victor waited till she got on and when she did he started the motorcycle. Instead of being the big brute he is he was going to be a bit more of a regular guy with her. As they came to a stop he looked at Jane a bit and then at the road.

The color of the traffic light changed and a loud purr from his motorcycle released and they blasted off. When they made it to a diner he got off and waited for Jane to get out. He was going to be a gentleman for once but inside it irked him a lot. As she got off and took out her helmet he put his hands in his pocket walking into the diner not even opening the door for her. That moment he forgot he had to be a gentleman. He looked and sighed noticing how slow this girl works.

He walked to the cashier knowing that he had to return back to the school. He had to give the detention teacher an excuse and get to boxing practice. He got two orders to go. "You're too slow so we're eating at school." He took her hand bringing her back to the motorcycle. He gave her the food to hold on. As he got on the motorcycle his phone vibrated again but he didn't bother with it. He drove back to the school. It took a while to get back to the school with all the cars. As he made it to the school he parked his motorcycle in the same spot. He walked her to the rooftop to eat so no one bothered him. "You can go if you want." He would've preferred her to stay since it didn't matter anymore. Being caught up with the twitter posts it was over and he was sorta glad and sorta sad since she was one of the girls that made fucking sense. He sighed starting to eat his food. He wasn't hungry anymore. The fact that he knew he was going to get someone bullied made him feel even more worse. He sulked and moved the food out of his way and just wanted to sleep. The feeling of breaking up with someone without thinking felt good but now thinking about it you realize what happens in the end.

He looked at his phone and threw it not caring anymore. He felt like shit at the moment. Hopefully something good happened like his grandparents got some extra cash. It was already a beginning of a shitty year. he sighed and fell asleep.

"Fuck..."

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Location:school roof[/i]
Thoughts:"drama

"Good because I don't have any money on me" it didn't take long for his mood to sour like milk. his emotion's swung around like a pregnant women."Your really emotional" considering the fact that once she had her twitter feed blowing up the wall's as if someone had been killed.
she realized that someone was spreading distgusting rumor's about her and victor.It was funny to her. considerably because even if it affected a ton of other people. it necessarily didn't bother her. she's heard it all.Fatass,cow,bitch,skank,nobody,loser,pathetic,emo,idiot,stupid,ect... the list could go on and even after the name's she just likes to laugh at it. mostly because at time's she know's it's untrue. and learn's if she believes what other's say then she would be a emotional wreck... kinda like Victor over here. He seemed to get frustrated like usual. when they we're kid's he wasn't such an ass. though he loved to torment the living shit out of her. he didn't seem bother'd.Guess that's what happens when you get acne,grow some part's,drop some part's and then all of a sudden forget the people you we're once closest to. Grabbing some food to go. and then yanking her back to the motorcycle as if this was a life or death situation. They finally arrived to the school. passing by to the roof where he had situated the fact that she should eat her lunch up there.

But then again Jane had realized he lost his appetite."Do you let stuff like that really get to you?" she quirked a brow. while taking a bite out of her sandwhich."Your girl friend is rude" she mumbled between the chew's. social ladder meant nothing to her at this point' especially when it just came to the fact that she just had a bitching match with one of the beloved's.there's the possibly chance that she'll get Jumped by one of them. get a heel lodged in her arm of some sort. or probably choked by a lipstick cap. anything that seem's necessary any of these popular.self insecure girl's have to prove to people. just so they look cool when in reality they look trashy."Also...Don't get upset about me feeling bad or anything.I guess I deserve it." she shrugged. a peice of a chewed pickle poking out. while taking a fry from her side."And i'm pretty sure it isn't over between you too. she keeps updating her twitter post's like people are still looking.which is a clear sign she is upset and still cares about you. so just a hint Lover boy.don't get depressed.do something about it" she looked at the cloud's above."I swear i should be on Oprah"

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Location: Conference Room
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Kevyn watched Leigh Ann glance down at her phone and read from it. Something that grabbed the Queen Bee's attention was most definitely either a fashion magazine, or maybe some ideas about the meeting. Something relevant, she hoped. Pulling out her own phone, Kevyn simply read over the website she had checked before. The Burn Book was nothing serious, just stupid drama and 'Who wore it best' type of things. Maybe the person who wrote it could put in a video game entry, that would be cool. Or maybe an entry on the health benefits of kale and oranges. Either way, she would still not be very interested.

Rumors were only good for video game premieres, like Xbox One or something.

On Twitter, an absurd social networking site she joined to convince her mother she 'got out of the house,' she definitely followed the Burn Book. Why? Because, she really actually had nothing better to do with her life. Along with that, she still had faith that a video game entry would be posted.

Kevyn had some followers, with common interests as hers, along with followers whom were from the school. Frey followed her, but it was obviously out of pity the little rat.

Checking her twitter, Kevyn saw a new tweet. It was about a Badass and a Misfit, not so scandalous. What did make it scandalous was the fact that Leigh Ann was tagged, something Kevyn knew about instantly. 'Leigh Ann's boyfriend is cheating on her..' she thought.

Did she know? She probably didn't.

Kevyn looked up and was about to voice her thoughts when she saw the blonde raging in her seat.

Crap, she did know.

Kevyn didn't even think that Leigh noticed her, instead focusing on her rage. Something Kevyn knew from experience, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Leigh Ann's chilling movement and stare didn't make Kevyn scared, she played Slenderman all night, it took a lot more to scare her. But it did make Kevyn feel a tad bit uncomfortable.

But then again, this Burn Book thing was crap and honest to none bullshit. These twitter posts were completely idiotic, and fake at the same time.

"Leigh, I'm pretty sure this is all a misunderstanding. This 'Burn Book,' thing is utter crap, so I'm pretty sure Victor's only with a girl friend," She emphasized the space between the two words. "Rather than a girlfriend."

Whatever happened to cheating in Monopoly, why couldn't everyone just be happy?

On twitter, (she had checked it once more), there was a whole barrage of angry tweets on her feed. Jeez Louise, they needed to calm down.

Kevyn saw Freyjakiu tweet, where was she now? And one of the tweets made by Janette, the Misfit being targeted, simply went on about being a social outcast. She remembered a quote her mom told her as a kid.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Typing it up, she tweeted it to Janette. Leigh Ann had tweeted, saying that Janette didn't know what being an outcast was, not yet. There was an underlying threat, Kevyn knew it.

She was instantly reminded of a cartoon character antagonist from one of her Sunday Morning shows. Kevyn forgot the name, but she replied to Leigh Ann citing her connection. What she got was a snarky response about them being the same room, and this was when Kevyn looked up from her IPhone.

"Sorry, being a nerd disconnecting from tech is not my forte." She laughed nervously, hoping that Leigh Ann's mood was not at an all time low. "So, are we going to talk about this situation, do a bit of venting, or are we going to discuss things relevant to Student Council?" Kevyn didn't feel like Leigh should be discussing Student matters in such a state.

But that was her opinion so she kept it to herself. Along with that, she was okay with a bit of venting and analyzation, she was a writer after all.

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Location:Conference Room
Thoughts: . . .

Everything had happened so fast that it made Leigh-Ann’s head spin. The wave of nauseous was bubbling forth in the [it of her stomach as she consumed tweet after tweet. That little misfit should have just butted out and kept her ass off of twitter. Leigh-Ann would have brushed her aside and dug her nails into Victor but the outcast had to break bad and play hero. Leigh-Ann wasn’t having it and although she didn’t lash out as much as she wished to on the girl, the Beloved had already decided that her fate at Kingdom Crest would be sealed. No one fucked over Leigh-Ann Anderson and got away with it, no matter how big and bad they thought they were.

The thing about Leigh-Ann was, she didn’t “jump” females like people portrayed. No, she took things one on one when it came to an all-out smack-down and drag-out fight and in the instance of reading tweet after tweet by the misfit bitch, Leigh-Ann pictured bashing her face into hard cement while ripping each follicle from her head. It took a moment for her to gain her composure, especially after seeing Victor actually take up for the girl. That caused a dull ache in Leigh-Ann’s chest. She never expected him to be a softie about anything and that was something she liked about him, but to see him defend a female that he never even mentioned to her set her on edge.

By the time she looked up from her phone, Leigh-Ann’s eyes were already laced with tears that refused to fall. She was no newcomer to being single, it was a title that she had worn happily before she met Victor but now the taste was just too bitter sweet for her. If any male caused Leigh-Ann such problems, she wasted no time kicking them to the curb. Though Leigh-Ann actually cared about Victor. Her eyes shifted back to Keyvn who she had just tweeted about being in the same room with and Leigh-Ann wanted to do nothing more than to leap across and drag her out of her seat. Blinking her tears away, she argued with herself that was childish and not lady like at all, the nerd didn’t do anything to her and even Leigh-Ann could tell that she meant no harm by the comment.
She didn’t move for quite some time as she sat there with her phone resting in her lap and her face propped up by her arm which was held upright by the arm of the chair. Leigh-Ann simply stared out into space, straight ahead as she tried to deal with her inner emotions of rage and sadness. Her rage was telling her to make both Victor and Jane suffer in a way that would scar them for life. It was telling her to get back at Victor and his cheating ways and actually go all the ay with a completely different male. Jacob was always a willing candidate and there were plenty of other males that would love to get with her. But that wasn’t Leigh-Ann, she was manipulative and cruel at times but she was no whore and she refused to be. Her sadness told her to just go home and lock herself in her room and cry it out with Eyree who would stroke her hair and murmur kind things in Russian until she fell asleep. She liked that idea better…


Leigh-Ann had opted for the latter and was about to rise up from her seat to leave, telling Keyvn that the meeting was cancelled when her phone vibrated with a tweet from Sage that mentioned her, Victor, and Jane.

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The tweet made Leigh-Ann’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. If Sage Zachenburg had to comment on something, then it had to be silly. Maybe she was right, maybe it was silly and after tweeting her back sorry, she was hit with a “fix it”, meaning that sorry can’t mend everything nor did running away and hiding.

With a soft sigh and a few more bats of her lashes to distinguish any tears that were trying to fall, Leigh-Ann placed her phone into her bag and stood up. Her eyes went back to Keyvn and she opened her mouth to give her a smart reply about the tweet from earlier but she closed it and gave her a rather weak smile. “You’re right. It’s a burnbook. It is mean to spark nerves and cause problems. Whatever.” Leigh-Ann shrugged, signaling that she didn’t want to talk about the book, Victor, or that girl Jane anymore. She wanted to focus on important things…like this meeting. Looking up at the clock she noticed it was exactly 3:58 and only one person was there.

“Where is everyone? Today is not a day to test my patience."

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Location: Conference Room
Uh, it is..okay...?
Wearing:

Grumpy Care Bear shirt.:

Leigh Ann was crying. She was crying, and the only person to see this happening was Kevyn, who was pretty much the most unfeeling person in the world. While Kevyn did feel anger and adrenaline, sympathy wasn't really her thing unless the person deserved it. And Kevyn was having a hard time deciding whether or not Leigh deserved her sympathy. She did choose to date Victor out of her own free will, so technically she should've at least been prepared for the speed bumps ahead, especially since Leigh was the Queen Bee Supreme with a side of Ice Cream. Then there was the question of whether Leigh did something to Victor to provoke this attack. Then there was the question that would determine if sympathy was needed:

Was it actually true?

The Burn Book was obviously a person trying to degrade everyone a step at a time. This entire situation was illogical and idiotic, and Kevyn was sure she lost braincells going to this school and being caught up in the mess. Was it too late to transfer? She was pretty sure that it was, but either way her mother would not go for it, gas money was 'expensive' these days. While thinking about being sympathetic, Kevyn was not acting sympathetic at all, focsuing on every spot in the room but Leigh Ann's teary eyed face. Eventually, she decided to take a sympathetic approach to the situation, there was no need to speculate. However, sympathetic was one of the few words Kevyn didn't really know the meaning of. "It's okay, y-you can find another guy, right?" Fuck, that was stupid. The reason she was crying was probably the fact that she didn't WANT another guy. Kevyn felt horrible after saying the statement before and immediately tried to cover it up. "I am so sorry, I mean, if he's cheating you can get up back with reveng- I don't even know why I'm saying this, it's obviously not true he's cheating" The Burn Book was like a hurricane, destroying everything in it's path.

Leigh Ann then called her right, and Kevyn beamed positively, a grin spread out evenly across her face. "If I'm not right, who ever will be?" Her own cockiness made her giggle loudly, and she looked up at Leigh who commented about not being patient enough at the moment.

As soon as she looked up Kevyn's IPhone showed a tweet from Freyjakiu.

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That piece of crap! Typing angrily, Kevyn quickly sent a reply to her cousin, inquiring of her location.

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Almost instantly, she got a reply.

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Oh, so she was skipping out on the meeting. It wasn't something Frey did often, Kevyn knew Frey enjoyed her extra curricular activities. But why in the world wasn't she here? Glancing sheepishly at Leigh Ann, Kevyn spoke quietly. "I-I've told you how much I hate my cousin, right?" Sighing, she ruffled her own hair. "She's out with a misfit, that's what she's doing. She sends her 'condolences.'" It was totally weird how practically all the Badasses were out with Misfits at the moment.

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Location: Detention/Hallway
Status: Sneaking out of detention
Thoughts: Detention was such a waste of my time...

After Mr. Schultz left the classroom, Delilah pulled out her shiny, black, new iPhone and tweeted about how detention was keeping her away from her kitten. She then moved onto another app which displayed her blog and she checked for any new readers or updates when a notification popped up on her screen. She had received a mention from a girl who went by the name, Kevyn Black. She had never met this girl in person but she decided to entertain her sarcasm with more sarcasm.

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Delilah was glad that this was happening over a social network because she wouldn't have the guts to say that to a stranger, even though it was in a very playful manner. After a few more sarcastic tweets were exchanged between her and this Kevyn Black, she was pretty sure she was on her way to making another new friend. Ah the joys of social networking! she thought as she exited the twitter app. She was about to put her phone away when another notification popped up on her screen. This time it was a tweet from Sage.

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Mr. Schultz isn't returning? Then why the fuck am I wasting my time here? she thought as she read the tweet. She didn't bother to respond to the tweet mainly because Sage was right next to her. She exited the app once more and sent a quick text to her mom about her arrival home will be later than usual.

To: Mom
From: Delilah :3

Won't be coming home at the expected time, please feed Whiskers for me, thanks! xx
** Message sent at 4:31 **

She replaced her phone in her bag and faced Sage. "Well in that case," she began, referencing to Sage's tweet, "Let's blow this joint. Wanna go get coffee or something?" she offered. "Also, do you know a Kevyn Black?" Delilah didn't recognize the girl from twitter so she thought maybe Sage might have an idea since she was also tweeting her. Delilah was already getting up from her seat and looking out in the hallway to ensure that the coast was clear before going back to Sage.

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Location:Conference Room
Thoughts: . . .

Leigh-Ann had by now had mostly abandoned her phone, only to answer a tweet or two from Jacob and one from her sister. If there was on person who knew her well enough to cheer Leigh-Ann up, it was Jazz. As Leigh-Ann wandered what this "surprise" that her sister could be bringing her, Leigh-Ann thoughts were put on hold when she heard Kevyn talking to her. Turning her attention back to her and for a moment she let out a soft laugh along with a shake of her head. Hey, at least she was trying to cheer up Leigh-Ann and in a way it was working; it was as if she realized what she was saying what Leigh-Ann had been thinking the entire time.

"Abandoning the meeting on the first day of the semester?" Leigh-Ann commented only on the fact that her cousin wouldn't be joining them to break any uncomfortable air the girl thought she had caused. With a roll of her blood shot eyes, Leigh-Ann opened her mouth to speak but the door to the conference door opened and end walked Jacob Dentt. Usually Leigh-Ann would give him a big smile and sometimes even tease him with sticking her tongue out and making a funny face. But today she didn't neither as she gave him a weak smile and a hand wave. She knew by the look on his face what he was thinking, that this was not the Leigh-Ann that everyone was use to seeing.

You need to get it togetherLeigh-Ann thought to herself just as she brought the palms of her hands up to her eyes to wipe away in residue of salty tears and cleared her throat which was accompanied by a sniffle from her now red nose.

"Let's just get this over with so we can all go home, okay?"

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Location: Detention
Thoughts: Oh how I love to be amused.
When Carmen enter the room, of course Sage's attention went to her. The girl was gorgeous, and that was Sage's number one weakness. Then again no one knew that and they always deemed it as one of those qualities about Sage, that she was just observing like usual. How else would they expect their wisdom-filled guru to act? She returned Carmen's subtle smile with a soft one of her on before directing her attention to the phone that she had placed neatly in the front pocket of her shirt.

It wasn't long before she was on Twitter, she couldn't help herself. It was the only place that anyone could actually get more than a sentence out of Sage and she quite enjoyed it. Not fearing any repercussions about the teacher appearing once more, Sage crossed her legs and placed her fold right on the desk rather boldly as she scrolled down the tweets. It was amazing to her how quickly things erupted and it made her rather...amused in a way to see everything crumbling because of one simple anonymous burnbook that didn't even have proper facts. With a bit of scolding sent Leigh-Ann's way along with Victor and some girl...Jane? Leaving that subject alone she shared some brief friendly words with the male just across the room from her. She continued to scroll and annoy her rather fun friend Kevyn and then off to Delilah who sat right beside her.

She was so wrapped up in her own little twitter world of talking about matching tattoos and being the Master to being Kevyn's nightmares, that she didn't even realized that Delilah had stood up until she heard her voice. Looking up with intense brown eyes that glinted with mischief, Sage wasted no time gathering her belongings."Kevyn? Of course. She's part of the Gurus. The Cafe?" Sage asked as she peered out of the classroom herself before stepping out into the rather empty halls.

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Location: Rooftop
Status: Mad and with Jane
Thoughts: "Future therapist?"

He looked at her and chuckled a bit. "Ah, feel like I'm a girl on her period with all these fucking mood swings. Your smart that you know what type of girl she is. Also its ex-girlfriend just to correct you." He said. He was now a freeman. Knowing Leigh-Ann and himself they were both stubborn as a mule and not one of them are going to apologize to the other. It was the just the basics for them. If he gave into her sadness and just apologized people will think something else of him and that word is pathetic. He sighed not knowing what to do. But all he knew was that even if he got the title player it was better than softie. "No, it's not your fault so don't panic. Anyway whatever Leigh-Ann does it won't as much as those left scars on your wrist did." He said spotting out her scars from the past. Curious of what happened. He was a curious man and asking her what happened would get his mind off, of Leigh-Ann. Anyway Leigh-Ann probably is running to some guy but thats what he thinks. He got up and walked over to the balcony and then noticed a text from his coach,

From: Coach
To: Victor
Victor come to the ring in ten minutes or else.

He chuckled forgetting the good things in his life. Victor looked at the girl when she mumbled something, "Instead of Oprah why don't you just be a fucking therapist? Sounds better." He suggested trying to be happy. Victor ran his fingers through his hair and looked down and saw the burn thing on twitter. His left eye twitched a bit now knowing what started the fire. "The fuck is this shit?" He mumbled as his eyes were on the screen a bit mad. Someone knew that he was with Jane and decided to twist the story into something scandalous. As five minutes passed he noticed he was going to be late. "Well, Jane it seems like I have to blow off my steam into a punching bag. Care to join?" He didn't want to be alone at this point.

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Location: Hallways
Status: Sneaking out of detention with Sage

"Sounds like a plan," Delilah smiled, as she followed Sage out into the empty hallways. "Have fun you guys," she told the rest of the inmates who didn't seem to be bothered with Mr. Schultz absence. She closed the door behind her and listened as Sage explained who the Kevyn girl was. "She's interesting, is she a friend of yours?" she asked as they made their way to the entrance of the school. "I'd like to meet her sometime." Delilah was delighted there was another redhead too. In her old school, there weren't many and they were all bullied by the kids with blond hair because "blondes have more power". Ugh! Delilah hated that stereotype and how they would justify their actions with that stupid phrase. Kinda really glad I'm not there anymore.

Everyone on Twitter seemed friendly, almost, to each other but Delilah knew that this wasn't the case due to various rumours about bad blood between some of the clique leaders and some between the members as well. The online burnbook also wasn't making anything better. Who is this mysterious blogger? And why are they doing this? Revenge..? Delilah was once again lost in thought as she remembered some of the tweets by this mysterious individual's Twitter account. Even got some people in trouble and it hasn't been around for a day, yet.. she thought as she saw that the leader of the Beloveds relationship was on the rocks for a bit before the situation was dissipated by her new aquaintance, Sage. Thank goodness, imagine the chaos the school would be in for the rest of the week if that was allowed to escalate..

"Do you have a car? If not, I can drive us there," she said pulling out her keys from her purse and putting her slender finger in the hoop of a key ring and swung the keys around, the sound of the keys jingling only rivaled by the sound of their footsteps in the empty halls.

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Location: Conference Room
Welp, now that that's over..
Wearing:

Grumpy Care Bear shirt.:

Kevyn's phone vibrated and she saw that one of her friends ad sent her a cute cat video. Normally she'd silence out any interruptions and focus on the cute cat's face. Today, the release of the Burn Book was far much more important. Along with that, Kevyn found herself thinking something she'd never thought of in her life. I think I prefer Twitter to cats. It was completely uncharacteristic of her and she sighed, maybe getting out much was a bad thing. Her phone vibrated again with a little tone, and this time Kevyn saw it was a Twitter update. Delilah had favorited one of her comments on Twitter, and had also replied to the comment about them sticking together because of their red hair. It was the Gingerpocalypse, all the people better run.

Looking up to her Leigh-Ann's quiet laughter, Kevyn grinned brightly once more. She had managed to cheer someone up with a half-assed comment that she'd said before actually thinking about the situation. There was an advantage to being socially awkward, people didn't really see it as a problem, just something unfortunate. Her comment about Freyjakiu being late for the first meeting of the semester had Kevyn nearly jumping for joy. Gracious, at least one person wasn't an idiot. The door opened and a somewhat-late-but-still-present Jacob Dentt arrived. Acknowledging him and his excuse with a nod of understanding, she turned back to Leigh in order to voice her unfavorable opinion about Freyjakiu.

"Freyjakiu's a truant, she beats to her own drum. I fail to see where she'll get to in life." She made a little harrumph noise in her seat, a sound that proved she thought she was superior to Frey.

"Yeah, I do think we should move on. My Xbox is kinda getting lonely and I think my DS is running out of power," She realized she couldn't take it out since her DS was in her locker. What a bum move. Then the door opened once more and Avery popped out. This time, Kevyn waved at her slowly, and turned back to Leigh Ann.

"Any ideas for an event? Maybe like, a fundraiser dance or something?" She thought about hosting a dance, one with a gaming theme... pokeballs everywhere.

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Location: Detention
Status: Alone and Bored
Thoughts: "What is this fuckery!?"

Waking up to the utter loud music from Brandon from Panic at the Disco. She just came back from an amazing trip with a couple of friends from her swim team in a different school. She groaned and turned but she ended up falling down from her bed. "Ouch." She muttered under her breath. She got out of her bed and let her hair down. Her hair was messy and crazy like trazans. Thats what she gets for tying her hair up while she sleeps. She took out a brush and brushed her pastel purple hair to its silky feel. As she did her morning routine she didn't notice it was already in the afternoon. "Tch, well gotta tell my teachers I was too busy sleeping...with boys." She chuckled. Her foot skipped towards her closet taking out a shirt that revealed her back and denim shorts with biker boots. A total slut outfit, the complete opposite of Leigh-Ann which meant she was perfect! She jumped up in her room to Hollywood Undead. She sang out loud with her destructive voice. Hey, not all girls are great singers. She applied on her make up gently on her face creating the perfect angelic face.

She smacked her lips and left on her black b.m.w with the roofs out of the way. Amber-Lynn drove to kingdom crest and was ready to find the cutest boys, reacquaint with her friends, and make Leigh-Ann go on her knee's and beg Amber-Lynn as a friend again. She laughed out loud at her beautiful scene just thinking about it. As she made her way to the school she noticed a complete dead school. "Afternoon isn't fun!" She complained pouting let her eyes go big. She got out and made her way inside. As she walked in the hallways she stopped at the conference room and she took a peek inside and saw Leigh-Ann in a tragic state she gave her, her pity and a middle finger without her knowledge. She notice Frey and smiled and waved at her. As she waved everybody was on their phones and a brow raised. "Da fuck is going on with phones and people these days?" Amber-Lynn rolled her eyes and skipped off to the office telling her how she was at vacation and they needed to stop pestering her about homework.

Amber-Lynn isn't as smart as the others but she sure did had one or two thing about common sense, do your best. Her brain cells aren't really amazing but they are good enough for her to pass all tests. She sighed as she got to the office waiting in front glaring at the door chewing on the inside of her cheeks. She puffed her cheeks and entered the office. After an hour trying to get the office to understand that she wasn't lying and it was the truth she left pissed off and making her way to the detention room. Only a few people showed up. "I wasn't even in school but I still get detention. What kind of bull shit is come to this fucking school?" She questioned herself as she sat down in the front pretty eyeing the teacher. Female of male she could get them all to her.

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Location: Gym
Status: Calm with Jane
Thoughts: "Guessing she's on her period?"

He rolled his eyes when she started big talking about whooping his ass. "Sure we'll see whose ass will be on the ground." He said chuckling. As he followed her he didn't think she would lead the way he was thinking he would. But he didn't care at least she was moving on a better speed. His brow went up when she said about Leigh-Ann and him to get back together. "Sorry but I'm as stubborn as an ass and so is she. I don't think one of us are going to be the adult about this." He said knowing Jane might say something shitty he will have to find a witty comment. He just kept silence until she started to complain where he took her. "Jesus fucking christ girls are so fucking needy." He complained out loud and started walking ahead of her leading the way. How it was supposed to be. Victor walked a bit more and then looked at her wrist knowing she wasn't in the mood to do story telling about her past. Judging by the cuts it must seemed like she had a shitty life. Maybe he was bitching about it. Maybe he could apologize to Leigh-Ann but there was always mini-Leigh-Ann or what people see her as, her sister. He never really liked her sister just cause she's an overprotective bitch. But he respected the fact she had the guts to stand up for her sister but damn she's fucking annoying.

As they made their way to the gym and to the ring he saw his coach glaring daggers at him as he waved with a cocky smile. "The fuck are you smiling!?" His coach yelled thinking that he was fucking something up. He sighed and was going to apologize until he saw Jane. "Who are you?" His coach asked Jane looking at her like she was a stranger which she was. "Just a friend I guess. If we're even friends?" The last part was for Jane to answer. He left to the lockers and left his bag pack in the locker and changed into a more comfortable clothes to practice in. He left without a shirt but with a sleeveless hoodie that he got from his grandparents for his fourteenth birthday. Still fits like a glove. His coach started telling him the drills since today was extreme warm-up for tomorrows extreme practice.

He took the boxing mitts and looked at Jane and he threw a pair at her. "If you want you can join." he said as he started punching the bag imagining the most annoying people's faces causing his fist to tighten and his fist to go faster having that emotion he was going to kill someone. As a few more punches his anger decreased and sadness hit remembering what he did. But still she was over reacting like any other girl would. It was stupid and he was thinking about forgiving her. Thinking...thinking...thinking..."What if I don't want to be dragged into her shit anymore?" He asked himself.