[RP]Labeled

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Location: Cafe
Status: With Sage, Kevyn and Arun
Thoughts: Ah, another awesome ginger!

The drive to the cafe was very silent but to Delilah it wasn't an awkward silence. Sage was busy tapping away on her phone She's probably on Twitter.. while she drove. Delilah didn't mind the silence either because she's usually quiet and she was able to listen to her favourite tunes on the radio without being distracted by conversation every few seconds. Delilah was a very safe driver, not that she didn't like the adrenaline rush of pressing the gas pedal all the way down, but she wanted to show her mother that she was still a responsible person despite what has happened in the past. In no time at all, they arrived in the parking lot of the Cafe. She took her laptop out of her car before she locked it and sauntered off to the building where Sage held the door open for her.

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"Hell yeah!" Delilah greeted the co-leader of the impending gingerpocalypse with a high-five as she sat down. "Nice to finally meet you Kev," she smiled. "I can call you that right?" she asked to clarify, because in the past she had met some people who didn't like the simple nicknames she gave them. Sage was already seated and sparked up a conversation with a boy who went by the name of Arun, or so she heard. Delilah gave him a small wave but didn't say hello so she wouldn't disturb their conversation. "I'd like to talk more about this gingerpocalypse but there's too many non-gingers around," she said in a low whisper and discreetly gestured towards Sage and Arun.

"So-" Delilah began but she was cut off by a thunderous voice coming from the entrance of the Cafe. She turned her head quickly, her bouncy red locks whipped her face in the process, to find the source of the voice. The owner was a curly, brunette who seemed to be friends with the others at the table. Delilah giggled at his silly antics and watched the scene unfold close by. What a goof ball! She turned her attention back to Kevyn after she was sure that the curly-haired goof was done with his dramatic display. "Damn, forgot what I was gonna say.." she placed a palm to her forehead slightly embarrassed. "I maybe a redhead but sometimes I have the personality of a blonde," she apologized.

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Location: The gymnastics center

Wearing:

The familiar ache of use muscles gradually began to take over. Eyree was blissfully sore, the sheen of perspiration on her face a marker of her dedicated work. She could have easily trained all evening, the sheer joy she felt at being so in control of her body and its strength exhilarating enough to spur her onward. But by the time 7:30 began to roll, the windows in the center revealed the pure blackness of evening descending on Kingdom Crest. The trainers were beginning to look weary as well and Eyree was forced to concede for the evening. She insisted on one more run-through of her floor routine with the music before they wrapped it up; she was determined to get the timing right on it, if it killed her or not.

Panting, sweating, and grinning ear to ear, Eyree pranced into the locker room to shower and change. As the hot water hit her, she immediately felt the ache of her body. It was the sad reality of gymnastics that she was destroying her body. She might be fit and in shape now. But later down the road, her bones and joints would be shot, her muscles worn to exhaustion, and other horrible medical problems. Her shoulder twinged, the torn muscle screaming at her for its use in today's intensive practice. Eyree winced and grimaced, tiny rivulets of water trailing down her face mixing with the few painful tears that leaked from her eyes. Maybe not TOO far down the road, she thought dismally.

Twenty minutes later, Eyree reappeared on the floor waving a farewell to the trainers and spotters on their way out the door. The purple leotard and black sweats from the morning had been replaced with something only slightly more practical for a visit to Leigh-Ann's house (because she was never entirely sure what her mother thought of her walking into the house in skintight spandex and little else every time she visited). She pushed the sleeves of her sweatshirt up on her arms, pulling out her phone and briefly scanning the recent blowup of tweets. She rolled her azure eyes and frowned. The Burn Book was out to make trouble again, it seemed, and many people seemed eager to rise to the occasion. Only the weak propose threats online that they aren't willing to carry through,she thought wryly. The whole spectacle was turning into something disgusting, really, and Eyree had another state title to focus on. Tossing her phone into her giant camouflage canvas bag, she floated back towards Issiah, stooping down to pick up Adrian from his play on the floor. She planted a big smooch on his cheek and settled the little tot on her hip, smirking at Issiah. "Thanks for sticking around," she began. "Still have time to talk?"

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Location:Cafe
Thoughts: If only he was a female..

Sage was simply enjoying to see the two females interact without her, this gave her amply enough time to sip at the tea she had ordered the moment she had walked in. With her eyes closed and her shoulders slouched in a relaxed position, she listened to the chatter of her friends until it became nothing but a small hum to her ears as the warmth of the tea glided down her parched throat. If she wasn't in such a public area she would have kicked off the wedges that adorned her feet and let her two dark raven buns cascade down her back as she titled her head back to let out a much needed sigh of relief. But she was in public and the only thing she could do was to hold onto her mug and let a small smile cross her tinted pink lips and enjoy the peace and quiet...

Or so she thought.

The sound of booming voice made her stop in mid sip as she placed the voice with some of the many faces she had met in her short lifetime. Samuel. His name alone made the smile that adorned her features to slip away, not because of annoyance, but because she didn't like to break out into a full grin that showed her pearly whites and that was hard to do as she opened her eyes to see the curly hair male make his way over to her and down he went...on knee. Oh how he was tempting her, tempting her to let a unfamiliar sound of her laughter feel the room and make every eye in the place turn to face her. Even as she brought the mug to her lips, her calm face never wavering, the dark orbs her stared so intently to sparked with undeniable amuse and mischief. Placing the cup back onto the table, she extended one hand and placed in the tresses of his thick locks, tilting his head back ever so gently.

“My dear Samuel, cut your curled tresses and I would have to divorce you. Sit down with me, darling and have a cup of tea..”

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Location:Hospital
Thoughts: I should have apologized..

Unlike Amber-Lynn and Jane, Leigh-Ann didn't either an evil eye when she saw them enter. All of her attention was focused on Victor and when his grandmother or grandfather would speak to her, she would answer in a soft voice so that she wouldn't disturb Victor's rest. Many things were running through her mind. What if they hadn't spoken at all at the mall, what if she would have still walked around with so much anger inside her towards him? Would she still be sitting there in the same room with the same females she loathed with all of her being? It didn't matter now and Leigh-Ann tried not to dwell on it or even let any anger show as Jane sat on the other side. She tried to remember what Victor said We're just childhood friends.

Childhood friends. Of course a childhood friend would come and check up on someone they cared about, it made sense and for Victor's sake Leigh-Ann could understand that. But that slut that stood near her was what was causing Leigh-Ann to bite her tongue to the point where the metallic taste of the red liquid invaded her oral cavity. Not here. Not here. Think of your family's image. Think of Victor and his grandparents. They have nothing to do with this, they deserve all the respect I can give. Leigh-Ann's grip on Victor's hand seemed to tightened as she fought to keep herself in a poised position. She didn't even bother to check her phone or to even move one inch, there was no way in hell she was letting that slut Amber near Victor, she didn't want her to contaminate him with her filth. Only when the doctor entered the room and delayed the good new did Leigh-Ann breathe a sigh of relief, it was then that she realized she was holding her breath for quite awhile.

"He's going to be okay." Leigh-Ann spoke out, not entirely sure why but just saying the words aloud made it easier to believe. A spread of relief crossed her face as she continued to gently caress the bruises on Victor's hand. I should have said more to him... Now that she was certain that he wasn't going to take a dive into death, her mind switched to his motorcycle. Who exactly was going to break the news to thin that his baby was gone? Leigh-Ann thought about making a quick call to a local body shop and ordering him his own custom bike, but how stupid would that look? He was just involved in accident that involved a bike, plus she didn't want to insult him. That would have to come later, right now she just wanted to sit there and make sure that Victor was comfortable in a rather cramped ER room.

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Things had happened so fast since the mall. At first Rose was on her guard from Leigh not sure what to expect since she was giving her a death glare. She watched as he friend had went off ahead to go talk to Victor. It was a surprise to her though when she had returned to have Leigh locking arms with her and ushering her and Harley further into the mall. She had even picked up a showed her friend some clothes and had even bought her something. To anyone else it would seem like any normal teenage girl shopping with her friends but Rose knew better. Which she smiled about. To her this was like a apologizing for whatever had happened or seemed to have happened between them. It was in that moment that she had felt that everything had been right once again in the world. Then Harley turned to Leigh and everything crumbled once again. She had gone to the hospital with her friends but had kept quiet. She didn't have a very fond memory of being in these places.

After everything had settled down and she, as everyone else had learnt that he is ok, will be ok that she anything thought about what happened. Victor had been hit by a car, a fucking Car! he could have died. What could be going through Leigh-Ann?Through Jane? Even though she has said multiple times that she didn't care Rose knew better. If she didn't care she wouldn't have rushed here. Wouldn't have left her brother with Leigh as she could see from the tweets. After a while and a quick hello to Victors beloved grandparents Rose left. She took a slow drive around the neighborhood stopping in a random parking lot to just sit and think. How could this have happened? Its lucky that he hasn't gotten hurt to seriously.

After remembering that she had told Jane that she would be sleeping over she turned on her engine listening to purr before she had driven out of there. Her phone had vibrated with a text which she had red at a red light.

From: Dad
To: Rose

Come home. Now

Her hand tensed on the steering wheel as she read the text over and over again. shit. He's home. That wasn't a good sign. She thought typing a quick text to Jane so that she wouldn't worry.

To: Jellyjaney
From: Rose

Gotta make a quick detour to the house be there in the next 30 mins:)

When the light turned green she headed instead to the direction of her house. When she arrived she immediately held her head up high she walked up the steps to her home and then into her father's study where she knew he would be. As suspected there he was sitting behind his table with his current slut sitting on his lap. Giggling. Taking a seat in front of them rose straightened automatically as she always did when she was around him. "I am here Father." she said without emotion. Looking up he regarded her with a leveled expression before said something to drive Rose speechless.

"me and Megan are getting married next week." there was a dead silence that took over the room before his words had actually swung in. Standing up quickly out of rage and slammed her hands down forcefully down on the table with enough force to make "Megan" jump. you CANNOT marry this.. This... This WHORE! another silence enveloped the room. "Megan? Go pick out a dress." my dad said not taking his eyes off of me. "Megan" turned to look at him "But-" she started before he cut her off "Now." he said before she scurried off to do his bidding. As soon as the door clicked shut her dad rose and crossed the room to her. Roses back immediately straightened. Then he slapped her.

Her head had moved to the side and she fell to the ground from the force he had used. Grabbing her by the arm he hauled her up gripping her arm tight enough that it was sure to leave a bruise. "You listen and you listen good. You will never speak to me or embarrass me like that ever again. Do you understand?" after a quick nod of her head he let her go. Refusing to cry from the slight sting she stood up straighter and turned and walked out the door and into one of the many bathrooms. Checking her face to make sure there was no swelling or anything else she applied a bit of make up so it wasn't noticable that she had been hit. Checking and replying to all the tweets she sent Amber to where she lived.

To: Amber
From: Rose

563 Amore Avenue when you get to the gates tell security that Rose sent you
She pressed send before grabbing some clothes and shoes for tonight and tomorrow and went outside to wait for Amber

Issiah Rojas
Location:Rec Center
By the time Issiah got to Adrian, his son had tossed down the foam cheese and sat there like an angel with his head titled to the side with a goofy grin, showing his gums. Leaning down in front of his son, Issiah murmured a few Spanish words underneath his breath about how his son would be the death of him. When Adrian looked up at him, obviously confused with the words that his father used, Issiah ran his hand over his son's curly locks.

Before he could pick him up from his play area, a streak of vibrant violet locks flashed in front of his eyes and up his son was scooped into the protective arms of his close friend. Finding his way back into a standing position, Issiah stretched out his arms behind his head and decided that wouldn't be enough, he should get a good stretch while waiting for Nazario.

"You know, sometimes I think you just love me for my kid." Issiah joked. He was just about to get into his warm up position when a familiar saunter caught his eye. "Aye, there goes my warm-up, not like I need it." Now Issiah's cockiness was showing as rubbed his thumb across his nose while a cocky smile was plastered on his face.

"I don't have time to tell you about it now...but I'm sure Adrian would love to tell you about his trip to Trinidad, won't you buddy?" He gave his son's head a quick ruffle of the hair but Adrian was too busy tugging on Eyree's vibrant hair, still wondering how it could go from one color, to another (he was only three after all).

"But, I do have time to ask...Qué pasa? With the burnbook? Leigh-Ann? Victor? I'm not one for gossip but, it seems to be pretty serious, especially with Victor in an accident. Thinking about checking on him but I know the guy likes his space. I also know that Leigh-Ann tells you todo."

As he waited for the answer, his full-blooded Italian friend had already made his way to them. Still having a smile on his face, Issiah wrapped his arm around Nazario's neck, pulling him down in a friendly head lock.

"Of course, hermano! I've got time...though Adrian's bedtime is soon, so it will have to be a quick game. Don't worry, I have enough time to teach you some skills."

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Location: Janey's house
funfunfun
Wearing:

Totally Awesome:

He refused to go to the hospital. Staying behind while the ladies went, Leighton pranced about doing nothing. He went to the bathroom, check. He went to check on Logan, check. There was nothing to do really but sit down and tweet his butt off. The Kingdom Burner person was really starting to piss him off, and although he'd never had any rumors started about him on the social networking site yet, there was a possibility that it was going to happen now. Pretty soon, Jane had joined in on the raging, and while there were a bit of peacemakers too, the Burner's flame was not extinguished. Freyjakiu's tweets did nothing to solve the problem, but there was a certain one which he had favorited. 'Stop forcing your opinions on us, it's not attractive.' Sooner or later he would find a way to use this quote, preferably in Frey's presence.

Leighton's stomach growled, and he sat up, rolling off the bed into the kitchen. Looking in the fridge, he saw that there was some leftover pasta. He didn't like plain pasta all that much, what else was there to eat? Looking once more into the fridge, Leighton saw a package for some frozen lasagna. He could cook that, right? It probably wasn't different than making it from scratch, like he did at home. Taking the frozen meats, pasta, and cheeses, Leighton laid it into a pan and put it straight into the oven. He then went upstairs to go back and check his tweet feed.

It was a long time tweeting until Leighton smelt a burning substance. The oven! Rushing down the steps, Leighton took out a charred block of lasagna, black as midnight. He tweeted Jane about the incident, and was just about to dispose of it when the door opened. Jane came out with a disgusted look, while Leighton looked a bit sheepish in the apron he had picked u and put on when he was cooking. "Sorry, I left the lasagna in the oven a bit too long." There was no way Leighton was ever cooking frozen food again.

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Location: Cafe
Friends!..
Wearing:

Just changed.:

The nickname Kev was one she liked the most, albeit it sounded like a boys name. Technically, Kevyn enjoyed having an ambiguous name, for she was neither feminine nor masculine, she was a bit of both. Kev was one of the few names that described her personality. "I would only mind if you didn't call me Kev. Make up any nickname you want!" She realized her mistake in saying this and turned it around. "As long as it's both rational and sensible." Namecalling would simply not do. She had no time for names like 'Stupid,' or 'Idiot.' Nice nicknames were all she needed. "The gingerpocalypse shall not be thwarted by the others." She fist pumped into the air. "We will reign SUPREME!" This earned her a handful of looks from the outsiders of the conversation, well, outsiders of the table that is.

Then the cafe door opened and her fellow Guru Samuel waltzed in, proclaiming his undying love to Sage, and wondering why she let him down. "Samuel, you are honestly one of the most animated people I've met." And she met a wholelot of people over the years. Looking over at Delilah, whowas berating herself upon Sam's arrival, since she forgot what she was going to say, Kevyn laughed. "Excuse Samuel, he's always been a blonde, it was always there from day one."

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Location: Restaurant
Wearing:

Led Zeppelin:

So she was cool because she didn't need to look pretty in order to be popular? Freyjakiu understood that, she understood it a lot. It was part of the very reason she had dyed her hair, chemically damaging it in the process. Everyone back home in France relied on her, looked at her, not for her content of character but the content of her facial features. This was one of the reasons she wasn't, and would never be, jealous of Leigh Ann Anderson. Being the Queen Bee, Leigh Ann upped everyone's expectations of her. If she were to one day show up with ugly looking sweatpants and a greasy T-shirt, there was a chance that she'd be ridiculed all over the place. People who were not as famous could do whatever they wanted and not get scrutinized for it. Being a nobody was better than being somebody, in some cases. "Why yes, of course Luna. Your eyes also see my future." Luna's eyes were an example of things that were all knowing, like the Holy Enchilada.

Freyjakiu agreed with Arun wholeheartedly. Even though her heart was made of steel 85 percent of the time, once Frey got attached there was no way of pulling her away from what she loved. Moving from England to France was easy, mainly because she didn't remember half the trip, but moving to America was awful since she had to leave all her friends behind in a different time zone. "Remind Arun that he is the most amazing guy someone will ever meet, and he has an awesome sister?" She laughed, pushed a bit of hair to the side. Her water glass was half empty, and Freyjakiu dumped the rest into her mouth, leaving nothing but ice. The water felt good rushing down her throat, and it felt as if it were washing away all her problems.

Would she really need to go home now? Freyjakiu assumed so, as the tone her aunt used was not so joking. "I don't suggest that. If you want to, go ahead, but I do not advise showing up and looking like a bad guy. Chances are, if Kevyn's home by then she'dve ruin everything." Plus, Freyjakiu did invite herself along. "It was both of our faults, let's leave it at that."

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Location: Hospital
Thoughts: "I'm alive...that sucks."

Victor heard the sounds of his grandmother praying in spanish hoping his eyes would open up and the sound of three familiar sounds. He heard Leigh-Ann's voice. His mind started wondering. He wondered why she was here. Maybe she felt bad for him and just came here. Maybe she just came here to tell him something. Maybe his mind needs to be quiet at the moment. His eyes opened up and the sight of his grandparents were together holding each other. His grandfather was holding onto his grandmother making sure she had to say strong and told her only the most positive statements. He looked at Leigh-Ann and smiled a bit. "Don't hold on too tight. I might bleed out." He said softly. By the sound of his voice his grandmother looked at him and he smiled. "Hola."

His grandmother quickly got up pushing his grandfather aside. She hugged him softly but he felt a soft squeeze from his grandmothers hug. "Oh you're still alive!" She yelled happily. "He wasn't going to die in the first place." He chuckled messing his hair up. He scanned the room not seeing two other familiar owners of the voices of Janette and Amber-Lynn. They must've left. He slowly looked at his grandparents and then at Leigh-Ann. He slowly got up into a seating position. "Ow." His grandmother made sure he was okay and was left unbruised or unhurt. "No, I'm fine." He reassured him. "Um, what happened? Sorry the whole thing is all blurry to me." He apologized knowing being a bad boy isn't what he really wanted to be. Victor looked up at his grandparents who looked at Leigh-Ann and got up and slowly walked away.

As his grandfather left he gave him a thumbs up and his grandmother pulled him out by the ear. "Sorry about them they're always like that." He said as he laid back down properly. He looked at her face and sighed. Maybe this is what he chose in the end. Maybe he did choose Leigh-Ann instead of Janette. He doesn't know but because of this he guessed he chose Leigh-Ann. He caressed her cheek and smiled, "So am I forgiven? Cause I'm in a hospital bed and if you don't I think I'll break something else." He chuckled a bit looking at her.

Maybe he did choose her...


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Location: Rose's House to Jane's house
Thoughts: "..."

Amber-Lynn rolled her eyes at Leigh-Ann's bull shit and knows that she'll come running to Nazario open arms wanting him to do some of the nasty things she does with her past boyfriends. She bit the tip of her thumb. As she looked at her twitter it seemed to her that the KingdomBurner entertained her but it was only burning her friends and not Leigh-Ann's friends. "Choosing sides now are you?" She smirked. As she was enjoying her conversation with KingdomBurner a hand pulled her out of the hospital. "Da fuck!?" She yelled at Jane. Was she crazy? She didn't know but the only thing that pissed her off was that somebody like Jane would get so into and morphed into KingdomBurners world and every time she tried to speak to her she didn't listen and so was Leighton. It got her mad very easily.

She didn't even want to stay over at her house anymore. Being pulled into that mind torture was weak and pathetic. "I expected more out of you..." She mumbled making sure Jane didn't hear a word she said. IT was a long and silent drive back to Jane's. As they reached their destination she rode back home wanting to stay there. She got a few tweets from Rose who of course was the sun shine of the friendship. She sighed and of course she couldn't turn down Rose so she took out her clothes and things she needed. She waited for a text from rose and as she did her mother came home. "Mom?" Amber-Lynn said. "Yes?" Her mother asked looking at her disappointed once more at her choice on clothing and hair color. "A-are you staying home?" She asked sweetly. "No, I have a party I must attend in Hollywood hun." She said with her velvet and luxurious voice. "I see." She said disappointed. "Don't be sad hun. But next time at least look representable. I bought you some clothes so you change your wardrobe and your hair color." Her mother said leaving.

Amber-Lynn sighed. Her mother never loved her hair color or anything. She changed when she was a little girl who wore brand named clothes and the best accessories for kids. When she got her text she smiled.

To: Ro-Ro-Rose
From: Amby-Amber
I'll be there sweets~
Message sent

She left the empty house and made her way to Rose's house. She felt depressed a bit after what her mother said. She stroked her purple hair and sighed. "Maybe I should change..." Amber-Lynn said underneath her voice. When she finally made it she honked her horn for Rose. "ROSIE! I'M HERE~!" She yelled through her car.

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Location:Kingdom Crest Hospital
Thoughts: He's going to be okay...now say it!

If there was on charming characteristic about Leigh-Ann, it was that she did well when under pressure. The entire time she waited for Jane to say anything so that she could just stare her down like the pathetic person she saw her as. To Leigh-Ann, she was just like every other person at Kingdom Crest who judged her. They believed they knew her because she kept up appearances and for that they thought she was some bitch with no emotions. It use to bother Leigh-Ann, in fact she had spent countless nights crying, not alone but to Victor and as he laid there in the hospital bed, Leigh-Ann realized there was nothing that Jane or Amber-Lynn could possible think about her to make her leave, Victor was much more than some arm candy. He was her friend, her lover, and most importantly he was her shoulder to cry on when no one else was willing to be.

Neither of the girls knew what was said between Victor and her, and to Leigh-Ann it was none of their damned business. If they didn't like her presence, then they could leave, it would just prove how worthless their friendship truly was with Victor. A soft heart and the feelings of having that first love wouldn't allow Leigh-Ann to leave his side, even when she heard Jane's abruptly get up and leave the room. Which Leigh-Ann believed to be the most pitiful sight she had ever seen. Victor could have told her a thousand times that they were simply childhood friends, but that was a scorned female.

"Don't hold on too tight. I might bleed out."

Leigh-Ann must have been lost in her own world of chaotic thoughts as she wondered how he would react to see her siting there, holding his hand as if it would change anything. The sound of the familiar soft tone that he used when he would rest his head in her lap or when he held her in her bed when he snuck in through the window, caused her to shift her eyes to his face instead of focusing on the door that she just saw Jane walk out of moments ago.

"Sorry...!" Her grip on his hand loosened before all together dropping as she sat back in her chair, giving both of his grandparents room to embrace their grandson. The sight made Leigh-Ann's heart ache with a yearning to know what that was liked. To be cared for by your family, to be held by someone. Leigh-Ann was aware if the situation had arisen with her, both her parents would have never embraced her like that. Instead they would have asked the doctor to fetch the bill and get her out of such a distasteful room. Succumbing once more to her own thoughts, Leigh-Ann was drawn out of them once she felt the intense gaze of his grandparents. She blinked a few times with confusion as she looked at them and quickly back to Victor and then back at them with a quirked brow. Did they actually want her to tell him what had happened? Drawing her lower lip into her mouth, Leigh-Ann bit down gently as she thought about how this was her fault. If she would have just told him at the mall that she forgave him instead of trying to play her stupid game of cat and mouse, he would have been fine. It was only fair that she told him what had happened…more specifically what had happened to his bike. The thought alone made her spine shudder, she knew that wouldn’t be a pretty sight to behold.
Leigh-Ann watched as his grandparents left the room and for a second she almost forgot that she still had a lot to tell Victor but she couldn’t help but to smile at the older couple. That was something she always admired, something she always wanted one day; true love and happiness.

”Always? There must never be a dull moment then."She commented as she stood sat up in her chair, scooting it closer to his bed. Instantly her hands began to work at his pillows and the blankets they gave him to busy herself, anything to keep her eyes from him.”It’s a fucking freezer in here. They should place you in a better room or at least give you a thicker blanket. Are you cold, I can—“ Her words were cut short when she felt his warm palm against the cool flesh of her cheek. Ash grey eyes connected with his chocolate orbs as she let out a sigh of relief, cupping the hand that caressed her cheek.

”Don’t be an idiot, Victor. I forgave you the moment you called me a stubborn bastard in the mall…I should have told you that. Now you’re here in a hospital bed…your bike is wrecked…everything has just gone to hell because of me. I’m so sorry..."Saying the words aloud was difficult for Leigh-Ann, but she managed to keep her gaze at a steady level as the words rolled from her mouth in a genuine tone. ”I never should have accused you of cheating but I was just so angry and so hurt because…you’ve never left me before and…” Leigh-Ann’s voice began to falter to the point where she had to strain to continue without letting any tears stream down her cheeks. ”In that moment I just thought soooo many things. That you were replacing me because I clammed up all the time, or because I was too bitchy, or I nagged too much, or thought I was better than you…everything just raced through my mind and it wasn’t helping when I thought you were choosing her over me. Can you believe it? Me? Leigh-Ann Anderson...jealous." She said with a strained laugh, the tears she tried to stop from rolling down her cheeks, finally happening. Normally she would have quickly wiped them away, but there was no one in the room but the two of them and with all of the stress in one day, Leigh-Ann felt that she deserved to cry. ”I love you, Victor. I’ve never told any guy that before. But I do and it’s shitty that it took a car accident, an experience of almost losing you for me to admit that out loud. But…I do and I just want you to tell me right now if you feel the same way. If you do, then we take our relationship to the next level and I will actually go out of my way to leave this Jane girl alone. But if you don’t then I will walk out of this room and you will never be bothered me again.” There was no taking back what she said now. Leigh-Ann Anderson had just confessed to Victor that she loved him and there was nothing she could do or say except hold her breath while caressing the bruised skin of his knuckles as she waited for him to give her an ultimatum.

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Location: Café
Thoughts: I haven't had my caffeine for the afternoon yet!

"Aha, I'll bear that in mind," she giggled at Kevyn's comment about the lively, curly-haired boy. "As much as that was a very extravagant entrance, I think my memory is fading due to my lack of caffeine for the afternoon. I think I'll go get something to sustain me and my sanity," she joked. As she was about to stand up to get a drink she was greeted by the vivacious Samuel. Delilah lifted her hand to meet his in a friendly handshake. "Oh no, that'll make me feel old," Delilah frowned slightly. "The name's Delilah Grant but just call me by my first name. Calling me 'ginger' is off limits to all non-gingers," she said with a playful grin.

"I'll be right back," she stated as she excused herself from the table which presence was dominated by Gurus. I don't suppose they know any Musicians? Delilah thought as she made her way to the sale counter to order a drink. Hmm... I'm feeling for a chocolate chai latte today.. she thought as she pulled out a few bills from her jacket pocket. "One hot chai latte, please. Chocolate." she said quickly and politely. Delilah had been at the Café so often that she memorized most, if not all, the drinks available, even some of the drinks on the 'secret' menu. Within a few minutes she was handed her drink and paid for it before she made her way back to the table. At least the service is fast.. she commented as she carefully took a sip of her hot drink. She had burned her tongue a couple times and it was one of the most unpleasant feelings because it usually stayed that way for almost a week.

"I'm back with a cup of deliciousness and my sanity!" she announced to anyone listening at the table. She took her seat and booted up her laptop. "So what do you guys think of this Kingdom Burner person?" she asked as she quickly entered her password. She opened a web browser and went onto the main site's page.

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Harley could only watch with concern as Leigh Ann drifted away to go to the hospital. She wished she could tag along, but she knew that Victor and Leigh Ann might probably need some privacy. Besides, Victor barely knew Harley above her name. Yes, they attened the same school. And yes, he was dating one of her closest friends. But because Harley avoided conflict and misunderstandings at all costs, she usually didn't get involved with her friends' significant others. It was just a moral that Harley held above everything else.
Rose seemed to flicker away just as Leigh Ann had. Before Harley really knew it, she was standing alone in the clothing store she had begged to be in. Well, I came here to shop...I might as well continue shopping. she thought while her body moved around the store in robotic motions. Harley didn't even waste the time to try things on, nor did she even look at their prices. When something grabbed her attention she picked her size up and slung it over her shoulder. It wasn't until Harley bumped into another person that she was drew from her camatose state.
The person turned out to be a rather attractive male. When he smiled and apologized, Harley felt her whole body flush as she returned the smile. She wasn't normally shy, and she was used to teaseful flirting, but this boy had a glint in his eyes that attracted her immensly. When he turned to walk away, Harley wanted to reach out and try and get his attention, but her hands felt like they were glued to her sides. It was in that moment when Harley realized how inexperienced she was when it came to talking to boys she was actually attracted to. She felt like a sheepish child and was instantly ashamed. And to just add to her shame, the boy had walked over to another girl and reached for her hand. He wasn't even single!
Harley went to the counter to buy her clothes and then walked out of the mall, barely even noticing the expensive total amount. When she returned to her house, she laid on her bed. The boy had awoken something inside of Harley that made her feel absolutely terrible. Before she was content with the size of her bed, but now it suddenly felt two sizes too big. It felt like the space beside her was empty, waiting to be filled by someone else.
She fell asleep that night, feeling more lonely than she ever had before.

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Location:Cafe
Thoughts: Such lovely theatricals

Sage ignored Sam's comment about only the old drink tea. That didn't bother in the least bit, at lease that meant she was wise beyond her years, so a compliment was given in her opinion. As Delilah introduced herself to the comical genius at the table, Sage let her mind wander off to one thing she wasn't expecting; the burn site. It was odd, she never got involved in such theatrics that went about at Kingdom Crest, but this was...different. The air surrounding the posts and tweets of the mystery burner held nothing but pure hatred for not just one person, but the entire student body of Kingdom Crest. If something wasn't done about the site or if the person had their way, everyone's secrets would be aired to the public. Her dainty fingers tightened around her tea mug at the thought of her scandalous behavior getting out. It wasn't the student body she cared about if they heard her sinful acts, it was her own mother, they would ruin her image as a public figure and as much as Sage disagreed with half of the things that came out of her mother's close minded mouth, she would never intentionally hurt the one woman who did her best to be a good mother.

"Repulsive." Sage said aloud without fulling meaning to but it was all well and fine since it seemed to answer Delilah's question about her thoughts on the burnbook. Chocolate orbs focused back into reality as she watched her new companion boot up the site. Of course Sage had to look...she didn't want her name to--

And there it was. Sage Zachenburg. Apparently she was arguing with Leigh-Ann Anderson which was highly amusing to her since Leigh-Ann and Sage had a pretty decent relationship. She would help the Queen with any science related work, and Leigh-Ann in turn would help Sage score the best fashions without Sage's mother knowing (no scientist wanted a fashion-crazed daughter). So when seeing the latest entry of the burnsite included Sage, she couldn't help but let out the softest laugh that could grace human ears.. Of course this would be a shocker to the rest of her friends who had known her for quite some time, but just like her smile, it just seem a bit out of place.

"That's. Interesting."

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Location: Hospital
Thoughts: "...I'm pretty damn happy..."

Victor looked at her as she spoke the whole time. Every single time she said something his heart opens up more and more but every single time it opens up his mind thinks the worst. His brain kept on telling him it was just words that gave pity over him. It was because he got hit by a car and she feels guilty. She didn't say this when you were still able. But his heart always had a much more superior to his brain when it came to emotions, sadly. He didn't know what to say at all to her confession. Maybe he was dead. It was a bit too hard to believe since Leigh-Ann isn't the girl to confess but to receive confessions. Victor wished he had his phone so he could record everything she said and keep it and listen to it whenever he felt down. But he hoped she wouldn't get all jealous again if he wanted to still be friends with Jane. As much as a douche he was to her she's one of those people who actually wanted to be with him in his younger days. The more and more guilt that was set on his shoulders to carry.

As he heard that it was all her fault that he was in the hospital he was utterly shocked. It was just a simple tragic accident. He was just panicking with his thoughts. "Don't blame yourself Leigh-Ann. It was just an accident. I was just panicking so of course I made a mistake as I was driving. Don't blame it on yourself. It was obviously my fault for not being careful." He apologized. Victor was at fault and if could he would've told her he was too busy panicking on what to say to Jane but he really wasn't in the mood for Leigh-Ann to break more body parts. He was already fine with the ones he has. But back to the confession he took the silence as time to think of what to say back. He was just too shock to respond to the confession. He wanted to recollect all his thoughts and try to calm down. He took in a deep breath and looked at Leigh-Ann's pretty big eyes that always catches his dark ones.

"Leigh-Ann I think you just left me speechless and breathless with your confession. I don't think I have ever heard you confess to anybody else. I dunno what to say but I love you to." He said. It wasn't enough for him and he knows it but being left speechless there wasn't anything else left to say. This girl left Victor speechless and all the words of pleasing left his lips and into the air. He would please her and make her feel pleased or he could show her he loved her. Now he can't really do much so he'll have to do something when he's more mobile and much more able. "I would hug you and twirl you around like in the movies would but I can't sadly so you're going to have to move your face closer to mines so I can kiss you." He said with a cocky smile. As much as he hated waiting and was utterly annoyed with slow people he could wait all day just to get a kiss from her. As long as he was able to see her a kiss wasn't needed so much but it was much preferred by him.

Victor got into a seating position carefully making sure he doesn't break anything else. He leaned towards Leigh-Ann and kissed her on the lips. After that he laid back down. "So how long are you staying here? It's already dark." He said. Victor looked at his grandfathers phone he let him used since his phone was crashed. His grandfather gave it to him to use until they have enough money to buy new ones, which meant Victor had to go back to the motor shop and work a bit there.

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Standing outside of her house, she stood with her back straight as she let her thoughts consume her. She couldn’t believe it. He was getting married. again like it wasn’t even bad the first time. Her hand moved to feel her left arm. She glanced around making sure that no one was there she was alone and no one would witness what she was about to do. Lifting the arm of her shirt up just a little bit she looks down at her arm already seeing the nasty purplish-blue color, in the shape of hand prints on her arm. Frowning she pulled her shirt back down and waited patiently for Amber to arrive. Looking down at her shoe she tried to concentrate on the floral pattern design of them instead of what goes on in her home. At least that’s what it started out as, before her thoughts consumed her once again.

He never always used to.. Hit her. It had only started about 5 years ago. He had came home drunk one night and had stumbled in on her painting her nails. She remembered trying to work up a way to explain to him why she got an A instead of an A+. He had been so pissed. After he had hit her, he would apologize and by her something shiny hoping that his daughter would forgive him since he bought her jewelry. She had to admit at first it had worked and in her little girl dreams she would believe that ‘mommy would come back and be with daddy again and everything will be all right’. But then she grew up. And realized she had nothing.

Not even a name to herself. Penny to her name. She had never once bought herself anything. It all came from him. Though it might have seemed nice to get everything for her to get everything she wanted with a simple pout of the lip or a swipe of one of many cards, but she didn’t want to be known as Alexander Massasotti’s daughter. She wanted to be her own person. Not someone who was just another girl behind a powerful name. She wanted to be her own person. Live her own life. Work for things she wanted. Pay her own way. And she would rather die then give up trying to make her dream come true. No matter what the cost.

Looking down at her phone she had realized she had gotten a text from JellyJane! Smiling she reads the text her smile getting bigger.

To: JellyJane
From: Rose

Oh my gerd!!!!! Don’t start twister without me!!!!! You know how much I like that game! :3 I’ll be there so so soon!

She quickly hit sent. Before she had checked her other messages

From: Amby-Wamby(remember to make up a better nick name)
To: Rose

I’ll be there soon sweets~

She was about to text back before she saw, well heard Amber’s horn before she heard her yell. Breaking into a full on grin Rose would have jumped through the window and glomped her new found friend if it hadn’t been for the fact that Amber might think she was mentally challenged….. No no it was to soon for that yet. Maybe tomorrow. Yes…tomorrow. Jumping into the front seat she buckled her seat belt and was bouncing softly on her seat grinning like a maniac at Amber.

I was just about to text you! She said waiting to go on a new adventure in a new car.

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Location:Hospital--->Anderson Residence.
Thoughts: All this drama paid off, I guess..
”It’s still my fault..” Leigh-Ann muttered as Victor took the blame for his own accident. She didn’t know that he was heading over to Jane’s house and that his mind was as far from her as possible, if she did…well then he wouldn’t be in the E.R but in the I.C.U by the time she had finished with him, because she just dropped a confession on him that she had told herself no man was worthy of hearing until a ring was placed on her finger, and that would take years. But she knew arguing with a stubborn Victor, even in his condition wouldn’t pan out so well so she remained quiet.

And then it became even more quiet as he was silent after her confession. It was so silent that she was close to just pulling away and giving him one final kiss on the forehead before she gathered her belongings and walked out. She must have been holding her breath at the time when he finally spoke up because a burst of air escaped her lips just as a smile broke out across them. When was the last time someone told her they loved her .It was a rare word used in the Anderson household (unless of course she was telling her sister so) and she wasn’t even expecting him to say it, she was going for a “I’m glad you opened up” or maybe a “Do you mean it?” Just hearing the words made her distant heart swell with happiness.

Hearing his next words, Leigh-Ann gave him her infamous eye-roll that was accompanied with a genuine laugh. He was laying dormant in a hospital bed and he still could make his smart-ass jokes. What made the situation even more priceless was the fact he was wearing that arrogant smile of his all while trying to get a kiss out of Leigh-Ann. Not that she wasn’t going to comply, who could resist someone with such a positive energy in such a bad situation? Just as she was lowering her head down, she watched as he cautiously lifted his body into a sitting position so that their lips could connect. It was a simply kiss but one that sealed the deal, the past was behind them and they would grow from their experience.

Once his lips left hers, she watched as he laid back down, making sure that he wasn’t being too careless. Her eyes scanned his bed and without thinking, she stood up and began to fix the pillows behind his head and straighten the blanket. ”Oh…it is getting pretty late. I’m leaving soon, I have Eyree waiting for me at my house." The thought of Eyree made Leigh-Ann cringe slightly inside, if there was one person who she confided in with everything, it was her and the fact that she had to walk into her home and tell the mixed beauty that she had actually made up with Victor made Leigh-Ann want to crawl under a rock…but she would just opt for taking her time getting there. Satisfied with her pillow fluffing, she sat back down into the chair, letting her eyes shift to the one window in the room. The sun was already down and nightfall was rapidly approaching. Leigh-Ann hated driving in the dark and Victor knew it, so she assumed that was why he asked. Turning her attention back to him, she took a quick look down at the phone he was holding. Inwardly she was screaming to go out and buy him a new one, just like she was inwardly shouting to get him a motorcycle, but she didn’t want to insult him in the least bit so she did the only thing she could do; bit her tongue.
Don’t even think about it, Leigh-Ann. He would think it’s pity. Don’t. Well maybe…just one gift? He is in the hospital for goodness sake!”

As she had this inner battle within, Leigh-Ann let her delicate fingers lightly brush across the back of his hand.
”But I probably should go so you can get your rest. Put that damn phone away and sleep, alright?” If you need anything…” Her words trailed off as she focused her gaze on him. She was certain that Victor didn’t date her for her money but sometimes, she wished that he would at least accept some token of appreciation from her, but she knew better than to ask him to do so. Giving his hand a light squeeze in a indication that she wouldn’t dare finish that sentence, she stood up so that she could lean over and place a soft and slow kiss on his lips, one that would have had him grabbing her hand to pull her onto him if he was in a better condition.

”I’ll be back tomorrow.” She murmured out the soft promise against his lips before fully pulling away from him. Grabbing her bag from where she had left it, she exited the room, onl to see both of his grandparents, near the door. Giving them both hugs goodbye, Leigh-Ann took her leave.
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By the time she arrived home, there was nothing Leigh-Ann wanted to do more than stuff her face. She hadn’t eaten since lunch and was absolutely famished. Her mouth watered at the thought of partaking into a Russian cuisine that Eyree prepared with a nice cold class of white wine. But first, she wanted to wash off all of the grime from today.

”I’m home! Going to hop in the shower!” Leigh-Ann announced to anyone who was there. She doubted her mother was there, since it was Monday night, and her mother always stayed off on Monday nights and her father never came home any time earlier than midnight. Jasmine was probably still out since she didn’t hear her sister’s music blasting so that left Eyree, who was more than likely in the kitchen (it was just too long of a walk for Leigh-Ann at the moment). Heading up stairs, she entered her room and the first thing she did was flop onto, stomach first. The feeling of her satin sheets made her moan out in happiness. Nothing felt better than a bed after a day that was filled with drama. Laying there for a moment, she decided that she couldn’t wait any longer to shower. Sitting up, she quickly began to strip down until she was in her unmentionables and sitting on the edge of the bed with her phone in her lap, staring down at the screen. She had just gotten back together with Victor, so why was her mind telling her to text Nazario and see how his night was playing out? Why was she picking the phone off of her lap and selecting his name under contacts and in the end, why did she wind up sending him a text message? After the message was delivered, Leigh-Ann simply stared at her phone as she unraveled the ponytail in her hair to let her tresses fall. Tossing the mobile device to the side, she ran her fingers through her hair as she stood, walking towards the bathroom. A sigh escaped her lips just as she closed the door behind her—maybe Italian lessons were just what she needed.

Exiting the bathroom refreshed and in a much better mood, Leigh-Ann slipped on her night clothes and headed downstairs where she expected her beloved Athlete friends to be waiting.

Apparel:

Though when she reached the kitchen, a small frown crossed her face when she just noticed the oh so vibrant violet haired female in her kitchen-alone and without the bronze surfer beauty. Taking a seat at one of stools of the large kitchen island, Leigh-Ann looked up at Eyree.
“Where’s Harley-Quinn?” She asked, calling her by the nickname she had given her years ago.