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Location: Hallways--->Student Parking Lot
Thoughts: Mother taught me not to get into car with strangers..

"Yes, I would like to think that she and I are friends." Sage said as she moved away from the doorway to begin their casual trek down the deserted halls. She made sure to stay near Delilah, for she knew that her voice was light as a feather and it was hard for her to speak up, since she trained herself years ago to always keep a soft tone. "Hm. I can arrange that." Whipping her phone out from the front of her breast pocket she sent a quick tweet Kevyn's way.

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"She's in a meeting right now, but I told her to meet us at the Cafe. After all how can the leaders of the Gingerpocalypse not meet?" The words were so delicately soft when they rolled off her tongue and was quipped with a cheerful amusement, hinting that she had seen the playful tweets between the two redheaded strangers. A they reached the front doors of the school, Sage rested her hands on the push bars of the doors, resting her weight on the bars, Sage tilted her head to the side, causing her raven locks to cascade down her back. Chocolate orbs locked onto the twirling keys before looking out to the student parking lot through the window just beside the doors. Sage eyed her car '67 Impala that sat there, waiting for her. It was an exact replica of the impala from one of the Sage enjoyed called Supernatural and Sage loved to take the car around the town and...the thoughts of the random woman that was in her car last night flashed through Sage's mind, leaving vivid images that reminded her that she still had some discarded garment in the back seat. Slowly she turned her head to Delilah and gave her a small smile.

"I will let you do the honors."

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Location:Conference Room
Thoughts: . . .Focus

Leigh-Ann was paying only a minimum amount of attention to Kevyn talk about her cousin's rebellious ways, it was always like this in the conference room, she was just lucky that Frey wasn't there to hear it or the tension inside the room would have suffocated them all. It was already thick enough with her own rage and depressing escaping from every open pore of her body. She needed a massage, a hot steam bath, hell even a hug! It was moments like these that Leigh-Ann wished that her mother would get off her high horse and act like a mother instead of a socialite. But the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

Not wanting to hear about Kevyn's gaming relapse, Leigh-Ann opened her mouth to give her some smart reply about how if she kept talking she wouldn't be able to see her DS when the door was opened once more. Raising one hand up to her face she pinched the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb and lowered her head slightly. Every time she tried to speak, someone interrupted. If it wasn't for the sound of a familiar voice, Leigh-Ann would have hurled words at the person.

"Please have a seat."

Leigh-Ann kept herself in the same position with her eyes closed even as Kevyn spoke and once she finished it took Leigh a few seconds to respond, she was half expecting someone to interrupt her again before she could even utter a word. When no interruptions occurred it was only then that she let her eyelids flutter open. Usually her voice was rather cheerful and full of authority that screamed This is what will happen, because I fucking said so but this afternoon it was obvious that she was teetering on the brink of tears or maybe rage, it wouldn't be in anyone's best interest to find out which.

"This year Kingdom Crest will be raising money for our Veterans. This is top priority this year. Although I think a dance is a great idea and I plan to of course keep that option open, does anyone else have any suggestions? The principal asked that I suggest the idea of a Kingdom Crest Fair. This idea does not have to be used. Jacob, Avery, do you have any event ideas that you would like to offer? Once we decide on the event, do you think you can have it published in the paper, Avery?"

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Location: School parking lot
Status: Going to the Cafe

"Oh that would be great," Delilah beamed when Sage invited Kevyn to join them at the Cafe when she was done with her meeting. She giggled at the thought of the Gingerpocalypse actually happening. "Of course, but you can't hear our plans, ginger's secret!" she winked as she led Sage through the parking lot which still had a few cars belonging to teachers and students that were still within nearly empty halls of Kingdom Crest. "Well this is it," she said pointing to her small, sky blue car at one end of the parking lot. "It's not much," she shrugged, "But it gets me where I need to go plus it's fun for weaving in and out of traffic with ease when avoiding the cops," she joked. She walked over to the driver's side and unlocked the car for Sage and her to get in. One of her favourite things about her car was that although it was small, it was surprisingly spacious on the inside.

Delilah would rather another car, like a certain convertible she has been eyeing for a couple of weeks now but her mom said that she had to prove that she was responsible enough to have a more expensive car. After her rehab episodes for alcohol addiction, it has been difficult getting her mom to trust her as much as she tried to prove that she wouldn't have a relapse. That was one of the reasons she got Whiskers, to prove that she was responsible. That and loneliness, of course. At least she trusts me when I say I'll be going to the Cafe and whatnot.. But Delilah knew that because some of her mom's frequently visited the Cafe as well and they would mention seeing her there to her mother. It's a start..

"Are you coming or what?" she asked Sage as she put the key in the ignition and brought the car to life.

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With every joke told, every genuine smile she cracked and giggle that escaped her lips, Rose mood had changed positively. Finally getting up from her ‘hiding spot’ Rose headed to her… Sitting in the car she sent one last tweet before she had been ready to drive off in the direction of the mall but another tweet had stopped her. It was from Leigh. Frowning and wondering what she had meant she was about to send her a text and ask just that before she got another tweet to just meet her at the mall.

Wondering what Leigh could have meant. Looking on her friend’s timeline she sees multiple flirtatious tweets from Nazario to her. Hmmmmm She thought as she started her car and drove off. As she sped down the streets she debated on whether or not when she got there if she should ask Leigh about them. It wasn’t like Victor and her were together anymore but she knew they still loved each other. It wasn’t really right for Nazario and Leigh to be flirting out in the open for not only the world but Victor to see.

Parking in a free space Rose turned her car off and just sat there thinking. Leigh could be just doing this for what she thought he had done to her. Though it wasn’t a very good reason they both were as stubborn as ox’s. Getting out of her car she walked up the steps and then into the mall. Stopping to look around and see which entrance she had came from she then headed for the escalators. It could just be that Leigh just wanted someone to comfort her with sweet words. That would explain some of it but even if anyone of these things were true Leigh shouldn’t play with Nazario’s feelings like that. It’s pretty obvious that he likes her.

And then there was Jane. What had happened? She had planned to go for a quick shopping trip with Leigh just to blow some steam then go over to Jane’s house to comfort her. She obviously wasn’t in the best of moods according to her tweets. She need to make her happy she didn’t want… she didn’t want her to start that again. About to board the escalator, knowing that Leigh would be in the shoe department but then she saw Victor pacing around. Smiling she walked over to him. Hi. She said smiling before noticing his expression. What’s wrong?

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Location: Gym
Status: Calm with Jane
Thoughts: "She was serious? Well, I do like em tough."

He looked at her surprising look and was a bit shocked. It reminded him of cartoons where a character would just so happened to have all the clothes they need. "Are you a psychic? Cause it seemed to know you were going to scrap with someone today." He said chuckling a bit as he stopped. Victor looked at his coach who didn't seem to mind at all that he will be fighting a girl. "Well, since I'll be gentle on you cause I might knock your teeth right off your mouth. But if you wanna be serious mouth guards are right on that table." He pointed. He got out of the ring having the feeling this girl was serious and isn't scared to have her fists up. Just thinking of that made him smile. He took out two mouth guards and put one in his mouth. He threw the mouth guard at her and jumped onto the ring. "Put it on. I have the feeling you're going to punch my face after I say something but I'll tell you the rules." He took a moment to find the rules that are floating somewhere in his head. His coach entered the ring whacking his head and muttered something in spanish. "The rules are You cannot hit below the belt, hold, trip, kick, headbutt, wrestle, bite, spit on, or push your opponent. You cannot hit with your head, shoulder, forearm, or elbow. You cannot hit with an open glove, the inside of the glove, the wrist, the backhand, or the side of the hand. Got it?" He asked.

Victor knew his coach didn't say all the rules but he gave them what not to do. "Psh I fucking knew that." He said giving out a stupid smile. After he swore his coach whacked his head again. "No es idiota jurando!" He said warning Victor not to swear again. His coach left the ring to go back to his chair reading the sports section and some comics probably. He rolled his eyes back to Jane. "Anyway now you know what to do unless you didn't catch all that which I think you didn't." He said insulting her at the process. He started to get himself positioned and then looked at her. "C'mon get into the position!" He said. He got tired of waiting and got out of his position and decided to help her. "You really need to start watching boxing if you wanna fight with me." He said positioning her arms where they need to be and as he got her to the right position the realization hit him and he noticed he was actually being a kind guy. Not like he hated it but it was different and unexpected from him since he was always the bad boy trying to get everybody's fear. Maybe being a softie once in a while is okay. He finally got her to a position. "There." He said looking proud of being a cheater.

He went back to his side and to his positions doing the little jumps all boxers do. "You also gotta do the jump." He said smirking knowing its stupid but it is rules. Being with a friend is something he longed for the most which got him thinking and he doesn't usually think about people who makes assumptions but he knew he missed the comfort of a beloved. He took out his phone and went out of position. He looked for Leigh-Ann's number and started texting.

From: Victor
To: Leigh-Ann
Lets talk.
Message sent

Knowing what he did he can never take it back.

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Location: Student Parking Lot
Thoughts:

The walk to the car was shorter than Sage expected. She stood there at the car with her phone in her hand, slender digits clicking away in a friendly duel with Kevyn. A small smile broke out on her face and in that instant she heard Delilah talking to her. The smile instantly dropped, not because she didn't like what Delilah was saying but because she realized that she was grinning openly..in a parking lot...filled with people. Her eyes left her phone and went to the car that she was standing in front of. It was cute in Sage's opinion though it wasn't her type of color--too bright.

Once the engined roared to life Sage gave Delilah a slight smirk before opening the passenger side door and slipping into the seat, shutting the door after she buckled her seat belt. Resting her elbow on the door panel, she turned her head to look at Delilah to give her a nod of her head to reassure her that she was more than ready to go.

"Of course. I would never miss out on sitting between two red heads."

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Location: Pool
Status: Alone
Thoughts: "Water always calms me down."

Melissa walked down to the gym and past it was the pool. The pool was empty at this time cause everybody is at the mall or with their friends. Her friends were somewhere else in the world still looking for her. She undressed and underneath her clothes was a one piece. It was a boring one piece which really isn't much. She took out her beats speakers and attached it to her phone. Swimming while music was playing was just bliss. She played some jazz since she was old like that. She let her hair into a pony tail and she looked for her goggles but they are no where to be found. She pouted slightly and sighed. Melissa pinched the arch of her nose trying to calm herself from karma.

She decided to forget about it and started swimming. Swimming was the only sport she was willing to participate because if she failed the other girls had to get the win she lost. But she is a fairly good swimmer so it all added out together. As she was in the water practically touching the bottom she went back to surface taking her breaths. She couldn't hold her breath that long which was something she weaked in swimming. The other members of the team could hold their breath longer than she can. She practices by forgetting she's in the water. Stupid but smart. She got out of the water sitting down letting the music play wishing she was from the roaring twenties.

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

Grumpy Care Bear shirt.:

Hashtags, the little runts. Oh how she hated them. An intense rush swept over her when she used the hashtags, it was either sorcery or mind control. Maybe even both, she didn't know. All that Kevyn actually knew was that she couldn't put down the dang phone. Her fingers deftly swept around the touchscreen, caressing every key as if it was her own child. Looking up at Leigh Ann then down at the phone, then up at Leigh Ann once more, alternating tasks and interjecting a nod of her head in 'approval'. Kevyn wasn't actually listening until Leigh mentioned the celebration of those who fought for their country. Fighting for someone or something you love despite the risk of death was brave and selfless. Kevyn's strength would've had her dead on the field in minutes. Her endurance, however, would keep her running for hours.

She agreed wholeheartedly to raising veteran money, without them there's a large probability half of them wouldn't be living the way they were living now. Kevyn was sure none of the veterans knew her name but were still willing to risk themselves for a country to grow, thrive, and prosper like a boss. She had never actually seen it that way until now, however.

Avery said she was out of ideas, so Kevyn stepped up to bat once more. "I agree wholeheartedly with raising money for veterans," She stopped and thought for a minute. What event should they do? An entirely unique event exclusive to Kingdom Crest? Or maybe a.. "Banquet! We can have a large Kingdom Crest banquet! Maybe we can ask a veteran to give a speech there as well! Fancy dresses, fancy food.. It would be awesome! Then students could donate to the veterans and some of our proceedings would be donated too!"

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Location: The Rec Center
Thoughts: This boy takes too long to decide...

She waited patiently for all of a moment for an answer, tapping a coral-painted nail against the steering wheel, eyeing Dreck with that lascivious oceanic stare she had perfected. But time was a'wasting and she really needed to get to the Rec center before it became too much later and the spotters left the gymnastics center. "Aw, c'mon. I don't bite," she insisted. Throwing the SUV into park, she scooted over in her seat just enough to fling the door open and grab Dreck by the front of his shirt. Eyree might have been small and petite, but she was strong (and more forceful) than most people gave her credit for. She yanked the boy inside the vehicle positioning him squarely in the passenger seat, all while wearing a perfect little smirk on her pink lips. "Buckle up, dear," she commanded in her lilting accent, snapping her own seat belt into place."I like to drive well above the speed limit." The statement was finished by a devilish little wink.

Eyree preferred to drive the smaller back roads. There were less police officers patrolling those streets and she could go as fast as she wanted. She derived pure pleasure from careening around corners and zooming down streets in a vehicle that was easily thirty times her size, all done with the windows down and the wind pulling at her hair. She had been thirteen when she first "learned to drive" and that was at the wheel of a Humvee. The giant SUV was definitely a bit of a downgrade, so she had to garner the same experience somehow. And tweeting while driving? Doubly thrilling (though she knew her father would have some stern words with her about that so she resolved then and there not to make it a habit). But a quick back and forth between her and Sam, a quick correspondence between her and Issy, and vehement commentary about this Victor fiasco with Leigh was well worth it. What would normally be a twenty minute drive to the Rec Center took Eyree only ten. When she whipped into a parking spot, she sat back in her seat, a full-fledged grin tilting her lips. "Aaahhh," she sighed, running a hand along her ponytail, trying to smooth the violet strands back into submission. Turning to Dreck, she winked. "Sorry for the bumpy ride. Take your time getting out. I'll leave it unlocked." She reached around him to pull her bag off the back seat, pocketing her keys and sliding out of the tall vehicle in one fluid movement. "Let me know if you want to carpool again!" she offered over her shoulder, prancing up to the front doors of the Rec Center.

It was there at the front that she saw a very familiar motorcycle parked. Eyree froze, her hair snapping with the sudden movement. Turquoise eyes raked over the vehicle and a coil of the earlier resentment and anger went slithering down her spine. "This is not happening," she grumbled. She pushed through the front doors, checking in at the front desk and racing towards the gymnastics center. It was located at the far end of the Center, annexed to the boxing and wrestling center at the back right of the building. She flew into the gymnastics center, ignoring the group of trainers and spotters that came to greet her, bounding onto the springboard. She peered through the glass wall separating the two centers and glowered. Oh great. It is who I thought it was. Since the initial blow-up caused by the tweet from that wretched Kingdom Burner nonsense, Eyree had yet to find how Leigh was doing. She slid her phone from her pocket, sending a quick tweet in her friend's direction.

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She wouldn't do anything. Not just yet. Eyree was nothing if not calculating. Besides, acting without Leigh-Ann's approval was a dangerous thing. Especially on something so.... touchy at the moment. She finally turned her dazzling little smirk on the staff. They greeted her warmly and Eyree was quick to discard her things in the corner, cartwheeling onto the center of the springboard. This was what she lived for: the feel of the springs beneath her feet, the grit of chalk between her toes, the unmistakable itch of leotard that both maddened and soothed. Heeding her trainer's advice, she dropped to the floor, throwing herself into a few stretches. She couldn't wait to get on the balance beam again.

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Location:Conference Room
Thoughts: I just want to shop
While she wait to hear ideas, Leigh-Ann of course decided to what most teenagers did these days, check her messages. Starting with her Twitter account, she was happy to see that her convincing of a friend to make a twitter had finally worked and the interaction between the two began. It was at that time that she received the text message from Rose just like her Beloved had promised and she gave a slight frown for her friend’s hurt. She knew what it was like to not hear from your father for days and days because of some “business”.

To: Rose
From:Leigh
Isn’t that what they always say?
[i]Messaged delivered at 4:53

Not soon after that she received a tweet from Rose asking about shopping. Hm…that was something that Leigh-Ann could definitely go for and with a tweet back, it was settled that they would be going to the mall for the evening. It worked perfectly since Eyree wouldn’t be coming for a few hours. Just when she was feeling a tad bit better, her phone buzzed once more with a text from Victor. She stared at her phone for a moment, not even wanting to read the message. Sliding her finger across the touch screen, it opened.

We need to talk

Seeing the words alone made Leigh-Ann’s throat tightened and her eyes water. She wanted to talk to him too, but she was so hurt that she didn’t have anything to say to him. Pulling herself together, she sent a quick text back.
To: Victor
From: Leigh-Ann
Meet me at the mall at 7.
Message delivered at 4:54

Her stomach lurched in her stomach as she sat there, staring down at her phone with regret. The soft voice of Avery caused Leigh-Ann to lift her head to give everyone her attention. Her eyes shifted to look at the auburn haired beauty but they quickly detoured when they saw a familiar set of passionate pale green eyes staring at her.Nezario. His name alone made Leigh-Ann pull the right corner of her bottom lip into her mouth without her knowledge. Nezario and Leigh-Ann had been friends since the moment he walked into Kingdom Crest High. He was different from anyone she had ever met and that included how he could easily pick up on her emotions, just like he was doing right now. She could feel it…and of course she was right since he mouthed words that promised a thoughtful conversation later, one that she looked forward to. When Avery mentioned that she wouldn’t have any problem with publishing the event in the paper, Leigh-Ann simply gave her a head nod. Of course she knew Avery had it covered, it was her part in the student body and she did her part excellently. When the ideas came from Nezario, she nodded her head in understanding.

“Those are good ideas in fact—“

She was cut off once she heard Kevyn speak up and for a moment she said a silent prayer, hoping the girl wasn’t going to mention something that involved a game. Instead what she heard was absolute perfection and it made a wide smile cross her face. Kevyn and just ended their meeting.

“Kevyn! That’s a grand idea! I will talk to the Principal about it and get the ball rolling this week. We will meet back here next week and discuss the details because we all have places to be, I’m sure. Meeting adjourned.”

Leigh-Ann announced rather cheerfully just as her phone vibrated in her hand once more to notify her of a tweet she had missed, opening it up her ash grey eyes scanned the words, causing her cheeks to flush before she cast her gaze over to Nezario. The man had a way with words.
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“Um…alright then…see you guys next week.” Pushing her chair back, Leigh-Ann stood up and placed her phone in her rather large bag before slipping it over her shoulder. She didn’t even wait for the rest to leave before she made her way over to her Italian companion and placed her hand over his before tugging him up to his feet.

“Let’s talk. Outside.”

Issiah Rojas
Location:Rec Center

"Come on buddy, Titi Ree is waiting to see you." Issiah Rojas said as he reached across his three year old son to unfasten the belt that was locked onto the overly complicated car seat that he had Adrian strapped in. He never understood those damned contraptions but he put up with the hassle to make sure that his son would be safe while he was driving.

"Titi Ree!" Adrian cheered out in his childish voice while taking a hold onto his father's thick auburn locks, resulting in a small grunt of pain from Issiah. You would think after three years of hair pulling you would either get use to it or cut them all off, but Issiah hadn't done either. Finally winning the battle with the car seat, muscular arms scooped the child from the protective equipment and up into the arms of a more protective younger father. With Adrian out of the car, he placed him down on his feet right beside him as he closed the backseat door. Taking a hold of his son's hand, Issiah walked into the front of the Rec Center building.

Issiah didn't really pay any attention the familiar motorcycle of Victor Gonzalez out front, it was something that he was used to seeing though he stopped in his tracks when he noticed that Victor was inside the building with a female. A female that was not Leigh-Ann Anderson. He didn't really have time to process it all or even think on it too much before Adrian's childish squeals drew his attention.

"Titi Ree!" Looking in the direction of his son, he saw vibrant streaks of violet entering the Gymnastic Center of the Rec. A deep chuckle coursed throughout his body. Even his son could tell Eyree's wild hair colors. Bending down, he scooped Adrian up and placed him on his back. Making sure that he was secure with his legs around his neck and feet around his waist, he followed Eyree's trail and entered the gymnastic center. He stood there for a moment and simply watched her with admiration. Her flexibility was astounding and her balance was truly remarkable. He always joked with her that she would someday be in the Olympics if she kept up her rigorous training.

“Titi Ree!” Adrian shouted from Issiah’s back, nearly deafening the young athletic father for the second time in the last five minutes. Adrian’s happiness and bubbling joy was contagious for Issiah found himself smiling from ear to ear, his cheekbones rising as he exposed his pearly whites, catching the eyes of many who stopped to see where the childish squeal was coming from.

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Location: The gymnastics center
Thoughts: "There's my favorite munchkin!"

Eyree was in bridge position, belly pushed towards the sky and head thrown back, feeling the pull and stretch in her shoulders when the sharp little squeal of excitement split the air. Eyree tipped her head back, catching sight of a very familiar pair. A true grin splashed across her face, pink lips pulling back from white teeth. Collapsing onto herself, she twisted her body, bringing her legs over her head in a back walkover that left her in a standing position. She bounded over to the pair, flashing a grin at Issiah. But her attention was almost wholly devoted to the little boy on his shoulders.

Reaching up, she plucked the little boy from his shoulders, pulling him securely into her arms and falling backwards onto the bouncy spring board. "Munchkin!! I heard you had an appointment today, huh? I trust your daddy treated you to something afterwards for being on such good behavior." She glanced up at Issiah and winked. Sitting up, she took the little boy's hand and led him to the center of the floor. "What do you say, Adrian? Should I teach you how to do some gymnastics today? You look like you could be an excellent tumbler." On cue, she fell into a somersault, giving an extra jump on the springboard for emphasis. "What does your daddy say to that?" She continued, bouncing delicately over to the boy's side, tugging on a curl of hair affectionately.

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Location: Gym
Status: Fighting with Jane
Thoughts: "Oh this girl is fucking serious!"

When she asked if she looked stupid and the comments that went on, on his mind had so much insults that would make him laugh but instead he just kept quiet. He didn't want this girl pumped up, he could kill her! He chuckled a bit as she started insulting herself he believed? "Well, if you caused the tsunami in Japan you better apologize to every single japanese citizen or be their personal slave." He said looking down at his phone once more and knew where to go at seven. He looked at Janette and then coach as his coach got up his ass to give her, her ipod. It surprised Victor that his coach was actually going to get up his ass and hand something out to Janette. Whenever Victor asked him to get him his ipod he would always say, "Conseguirlo tú mismo agujero del culo!" to Victor hurting his feelings in spanish. "Well, coach I guess you can treat me like your little bitch." He said as his coach rolled his eyes and flipped him off. His coach was a gruff and strict man but he is like Victor's second father always letting Victor train at his house and stay over for matches. Those were the days he treasured with his coach.

As he was in his stance not completely ready to fight a fist knocked him up a bit. He looked at her and blinked his eyes with a sarcastic smile. "Debbie I didn't fucking knew you were serious." He said with his eyes not blinking. He ran up to her faking a punch but making it look so real. "I would hit you but that would be rude of me." He said smiling laughing a bit. Victor laughed so hard he was on the ground. He cracked up a few tears. He sat down and looked up at her. "I'm shocked that you were serious. Got some guts or some balls. Whichever comes first." He said. Victor looked at her admiring her courage to actually sock him in the face but when her guard was down he knocked her legs down causing her to fall down. "There we're even Debbie I mean Janette." He said mocking her a bit but not too much or else he'll be a very rude person. He looked at the big clock and noticed it was almost time to go to the mall. "Anyway I gotta go to the mall at seven. You want me to take you home?" He asked kindly like a true gentlemen.

He sighed and laid down on the mat looking up at the ceiling. As he laid down they're practically dead because of his laughing his coach came up slamming his big hands on the mat scaring Victor. "Ey, girl, come to practice next time." He said and walking away going to the exit giving the sign practice was going to be finished early. "Guess he likes you." He said to Janette. As much as his coach looks like a crazy mexican he was truly a nice guy its just hidden underneath the scary exterior. Victor looked at his phone and went to his twitter app only to see someone leaning towards Leigh-Ann. He already know his emotions and it was clear to him that practicing his upper cuts on Nezario's breathing body would be a fun idea and anger relieving activity. He knows that he and Leigh-Ann are friends and never had a problem but it seems like he's getting too friendly that it actually bothers Victor. And Victor isn't an easy guy to get jealous unless you're really trying to get him pissed and by the looks of it his blood is boiling and the desire of having him dead meant Victor was jealous.

To: Leigh-Ann
From: Victor
Ok.
Message sent

He got up and got to the punching bag. "Janette you can go now. I need to practice." He commanded in a much more scary tone. His first punch had all his strength and weight pushing that punching bag farther than a few inches. Every single punch he would do it went an inch farther. Victor wasn't in his best mood to be dealt with or bothered with. Now he doesn't care who he beats up. No one scared Victor more than God now. He didn't give a fuck if he was going against a crazy killer or a terrorist now. This was Victor Gonzales when you anger him truly. The over protective side kicked in and his fists were starting to bruise really badly.

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Location: Auditorium to Gym
Status: Alone and Bored
Thoughts: "Where is my lovely British boy?"

Amber looked around and looked up at twitter getting a tweet from Sage that the teacher won't be here. She pouted and sighed. She got up from her chair and left. She was so sad yet happy that she left. That room gave her a reason to be lonely but happy so she doesn't have to be behind two lovers chatting their hearts away. Were they lovers? She shrugged and skipped around the school unsure where to go. She heard loud noises and dramatic sounds. She chuckled and noticed it was the drama club. She joined the club but never showed up. Their drama and theater and acting wasn't up to her standards. Amber-Lynn made her way and sat in the back. She smiled at the scene and what they were acting, Shakespeare's finest MacBeth. Her parents made her watch it and she was love struck with the concept and idea. She loved the costumes and everything about it falling in love with the Medieval times as much as she loved the Roaring twenties.

Times now were boring to her and concept of life was dirty and muggy like water splashed onto dirt. The Roaring Twenties was classy and classical making her dress up all classy for fun. Dressing like them and being like them it was all beautiful. As she watched them she sighed wanting someone to be here Frey, Kevyn, Jane, or Leighton the most. She rested her chin on her knee's and sighed. "Why am I lonely? Why won't my clique talk to me?" The few questions that came up and she sighed once more tired and sleepy. She shook her head and decided to keep and stay happy and perky and not let anything get her down! She got up and took a small skips to the gym getting pumped up for a new season for the swimming team. As she entered the gym she saw the place filled with Leigh-Ann's worshipers. Now here's the questions that bugged Amber-Lynn the most if Leigh-Ann's the bitch why is everybody her slaves? The question was thought provoking and it always brought Amber-Lynn to that.

She sighed. She whipped out her phone and started texting Leighton, her only savior from this cruel place called High school. Sure she was the biggest slut in school but doesn't make her the biggest bitch unless it comes to Leigh-Ann she's a nasty bitch who will show her demon spawn sign.

To: Leighton
From: Amber-Lynn
Come to the gym when you get here love! :3
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As she walked around not entering the water yet she saw two familiar faces and walked up to the ring. She smiled big at Janette. "Jane I'm bored!" She complained as she stomped her way over ignoring the wrath of Victor at the moment. She pulled Jane out of the ring and looked at her outfit with a brow going up. "Nice fitness clothes. Burning those calories?" She started flexing her muscles that didn't exist. "Anyway I'm bored and we should do something spectacular!" She said twirling around with her hand sup in the air like a child. She tries her best to enjoy her life and every single moment of it even if she has to break a few rules or people.

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Location:

Home:

>>>> Gym
Time to do something productive
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Totally Awesome:

Standing outside in the freezing cold made Leighton want to jump into a hot tub and get third degree burns. Devlin had taken over three hours to get ready, and he was not waiting outside for the kid any longer. "Dev, ya bloody fucker, hurry up!" His foster mom, Linda, scolded Leighton for his language and he apologized quickly. They were supposed to go get icecream, as Linda said that if Leighton got Devlin some, he didn't have to go to school. Leighton loved Devlin, but him plus ice cream equals madness. "I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying!" Devlin appeared two seconds later in an outfit extremely similar to Leighton's. "We look like twins!" He exclaimed, highfiving his half brother for added effect. Devlin laughed and Leighton squeezed his cheek, prompting his half brother to beat his leg with his fists.

"Bloody hell, that's going to hurt in the morning." The made it to the car and Leighton's phone vibrated in his pocket. Devlin looked up with interest, he's always loved seeing his brother's friends. "Is it a girl?" He checked his phone.

From: Lynny the Fish
To: Sir Leighton Layne

Come to the gym when you get here, love! :3

Amber-Lynn was definitely a girl.

"Yes, my dear sir, and if you keep eating your vegetables you'll be as popular with the ladies as I am!" Devlin let out a blech sound, and Leighton ruffled his hair. "Lei, that's the only girl who's texted you today." Yes she most definitely was. Leigh had been home chilling out on Twitter both in the house and while waiting for Dev to get ready, teasing Janette, Victor, and most definitely Amber about lightposts and other things, so it was perfectly natural for Amber to be the one to text in with him. He couldn't show up with a kid to school, however. Turning to Devlin, Leighton faked a surprised face.
"Oh no!" "What?" "Amber's in..labor." Devlin looked confused. "What's labor?"

"Uh, I don't know but it's serious. As soon as I get home I'll take you out to ice cream, okay?"

"Pinky promise," Leighton linked pinkies with Devlin, shaking his hand up and down. "Bye sport." Devlin rushed into the house and Leighton drove out of the driveway and into the road, over to the school. The school was not that far from home, ten minutes walking distance, four minutes drive. It wasn't long until he pulled up into the school's driveway and exited the car as fast as he could. Leighton whipped out his phone and sent a text to Amber Lynn.

To: Lynny the Fish
From: Sir Leighton Layne

My darling, I am outside the school now and will report to the meeting place ASAP.

P.S: I had to tell my kid brother that you were in labor, so if you see him around act like you're in pain.

Leighton ran into the school and checked the conference room. Only Kevyn was there at the moment, but she was packing up all her stuff. She looked up to him, smiling. "Hello Leighton!" He bowed. "Princess Kevyn, ravishing as always. She rolled her eyes and pushed by him to get into the hallway. "We're having a veterans banquet." That was all he needed to know. "Thank you, princess Kevyn." He squeezed her cheek and took off in the other direction, leaving her entirely frustrated.

Inside the gym Leighton spotted Amber-Lynn and Janette. Swinging his arms around them he squeezed both of their shoulders and grinned. "I was..summoned?"

Issiah Rojas
Location:Rec Center

Issiah placed his open palm flat on his chest where his heart laid beating underneath his white t-shirt and took a step back in mocked pain as Adrian was taken away from him. The sight made his son giggle before his light brown eyes latched on to the only female who was allowed to hold him other than his grandmother. Issiah watched as his Adrian squealed with delight as Eyree fell back and then sprung back up in a sitting position.

"Yes! Papi gave me oce cream!" Though little Adrian didn't have to really say since there was still remains of the chocolatey goodness on the front of his shirt. Try as Issiah might, he couldn't always keep his little pride and joy clean. Hearing Eyree speak about teaching Adrian how to do a tumble only caused his son to look back at him for approval and with a heartwarming smile, he nodded his son on. This would give him a much need break. Looking around, he found his regular resting spot when he was watching Eyree practice and made himself comfortable there. Finally having time to check his phone, Issiah indulged himself in a few tweets, but always looking up to keep an eye on Issiah. Although he trusted Eyree fully with his son, he could never shake that over protectiveness he had towards little Adrian.

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Location: Home
Thoughts: 'If I tanned anymore during that vacation, I'd be considered a different nationality...'
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It's good to be back. Harley thought as she collapsed her body on her beloved bed. The covers surrounded her with a warmth that only being back in a familiar place could offer. Since her mother disdained cold weather, she decided for the both of them that Hawaii would be the perfect place to spend their winter vacation. Harley had heard so much Mele Kalikimaka in such a short amount of time that she was not willing to return to the beautiful islands for quite some time.
She did, however, splurge herself on an authentic Hawaiian surf board that still had the aroma of the beautiful ocean waters and waves that she left behind. She had not done that much surfing in a long time, and her mucles ached because of it. But, as a small bonus, her skin had become a beautiful bronze that contrasted with her blonde hair in a complimenting way. She was ready to take on Kingdom Crest High with an iron grip.
With these thoughts bouncing in her head, Harley decided to quickly check her twitter to see what she had missed during her time away. To her surprise, her tweets were filled with a new user. They called themselves the 'Kingdom Burner'. Deciding to check it out, Harley devoted at least two hours of her time trying to figure out what this person was all about. It seemed that a few of the people she knew had already been burn victims. Looked like she missed a lot and needed to catch up. Harley quickly twitted and started to get ready to go around town to see what it was that she exactly missed.
Deciding on a simple outfit, Harley went with a innocent girl-next-door look. She wouldn't normally wear something so elegant, but she was on an adventure and she didn't know who she'd run into.

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Location: The gymnastics center

With a smile and nod as approval, Eyree took the little boy's hands. Bringing him over to a corner. She pulled down a blue mat from the neatly stacked pile and set it on the ground, motioning Adrian onto the mat. "Tumbling is super easy," she began, flicking her bright purple ponytail over her shoulder. "First, you're going to stand on the edge of the mat," she pointed where, "and then you're going to stretch your arms waaaaaaay out and place your hands on the ground right in front of you," she demonstrated theatrically. Then, once the little boy had done so, she grabbed his waist in her small, gentle hands. "And then..." she trailed off dramatically, "you roll over!" she exclaimed, lifting the boys hips and bringing them over his head, effectively rolling the boy onto the mat. Eyree smirked, lifting the boy back into a standing position. "See? Super easy." She glanced up in Issiah's direction, catching his eyes on them. "How about we go show papi que lo bueno está haciendo? Then we can play in the cheese pit." She indicated the small pit at the end of the trampoline runway filled with giant cubes of foam, reminiscent of little cubes of cheese. With Adrian's hand in one hand and the blue vinyl mat in the other, they jumped their way across the springboard, setting the mat down in front of him and close to the trampoline and cheese pit that Adrian liked to play with.

She laid a hand on Issiah's arm, sitting down beside him. "Nice to see you again, Issy," she drawled in her lightly accented tone. "You'll have to catch me up on all your winter break shenanigans after practice. Sound good, Rojas?" The statement was followed by a light hearted wink. Eyree stood, scooping up Adrian one last time and planting a big smooch in the little boy's precious cheeks before leaving him to his play under his father's careful supervision. She floated back towards the floor where the spotters and trainers waited. "Competition this weekend, Eh, Eyree?" She nodded in affirmation. She was feeling pretty damn confident about her set, particularly her vault and uneven bars routine. Her winter break had been spent nailing down the timing for her dismount off the bars. The double layout had been especially challenging; nailing the timing of coming out of her arch had been her downfall. She kept wanting to hollow out before she had made it under the bar. But her floor routine was sorely lacking. She had yet to feel completely secure in her back flip with half twist and the double Arabian was causing her problems. The trainer wasted no time in setting her on the floor, throwing her into the complicated layouts. It was a rhythm she was comfortable in. Run. Run. Run. Cartwheel. Handspring. Layout. Landing. Sticking it, in bounds. Back and forth, from corner to corner, the trainers barking orders and recommendation, the spotters holding her in position so she wouldn't uncurl from a tuck too soon or to keep her from eating it too bad as she ran through her routine on the bars. The air whistling around her as she hung suspended in the air above the beam, that terrifying moment before your feet hit the beam and when you felt it shudder in response to your power.

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Location: Conference Room >>> Home >>> Cafe
Friends!..
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Kevyn watched Leighton run down the hall, a grumpy frown placed on her face.
Practically everyone praised her idea and Kevyn was happy that they did so. A banquet would give her an excuse not to go out for the day. Maybe she could say that she wasn't invited, despite it being a school wide event? Or maybe she could simply tell her mother she didn't want to go because she didn't want to pay. But then again, she gave the veteran banquet idea, so she should be there to commemorate them with the event. She had no idea what to do, but she did know she had another meeting right after this. Jumping out of her seat and rushing to her lockers to get all of her completed homework assignments for the day, all of her handhelds, and her stuff in general out and into her bag. "This is a mess." Tomorrow was spring cleaning day, definitely.

She rushed over to her vehicle of transportation, a black motorized scooter, pushed the keys into the ignition and watched as the beast came to life. Revving up the engine she zoomed over to her house - she couldn't meetvnew friends looking like this. Changing into a Lady Gaga shirt, shorts, and tights she plummeted back downstairs and rushed outside once more. Then, after revving the engine, she drove through the streets over to the cafe. It was a place she often went to, whether it be for a cup of joe or a place to study.

Kevyn went over to the ordering counter and looked up to see what she could order. Coffee was out of the question at the moment, and so was lemonade. What could she drink? Maybe water was the best option. Ringing a bell to signal a barista that she was waiting, Kevyn looked up at the board and spoke. "I'd like some water please, with a marble cookie." The barista nodded and handed Kevyn her order. She bit into it before paying, but she did pay the 3 dollar price in the end.

Sitting in a booth both far from the noise and the crowd, Kevyn took out her console and pressed the on button.

She would play until she saw Sage and Delilah come in.