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Location: Hospital
Thoughts: "Bored..."

Victor rolled his eyes and sighed as she continued on blaming herself of every single thing. It wasn't true that Leigh-Ann caused this it was Victor's fault for thinking about what to say to Janette. But the only thing that got him thinking was, was she really that much of a girl to get him off track and crash into a car. Maybe she was too much of an impact in his life and she was invading his mind all the time. She kept on popping in his mind like those games you gotta whack the squirrel or gerbil with a hammer or something else. He just had to make her name, face, and existence away from his mind knowing he'll do something he'll regret. But all that matters now is that Janette is okay from Leigh-Ann's harm's. Although she could always turn the other direction and secretly threaten her behind his back. He may love Leigh-Ann but doesn't mean his guard is down with her mischief. As he was too busy thinking he felt the pillows being adjusted and he smiled at her giving her a sign that it was a thank you.

Was it rude that even if he did love her he also doubted her? As cruel as it is Leigh-Ann was surely not going to stop talking to Nazario like that and he knew she knew that he wasn't going to stop talking to Jane. Speaking of Jane he needs to apologize to her. He sighed knowing that he did say some cruel things to her and saying sorry is the best thing to do. As he was looking he looked up at Leigh-Ann who was going to leave. "I see. Pity you could've stayed longer. But I guess she needs your company to. Bye." He waved. He looked at his phone and put it on the side of him. He wasn't sure either he should text Amber-Lynn for her phone number and he can only apologize her through texting which he really hated. He doesn't like to text somebody an apology. It's completely meaningless if he did it that way instead of it in person. He liked doing something important more face to face then technology. To him technology is pretty much a heartless way to communicate with someone. Looking back at the phone his heart was slowly telling him to go reach out for it and type out Amber-Lynn's phone number but his brain was being as kind as the heart and told him not to. It'll possibly break Leigh-Ann's heart since someone is always watching him.

Just the thought of kIngdom Burner watching his every move scared him. Especially in a hospital when its dark and only the smallest amount of people loiter around and he was the only one in a dark room with only the light shed through the door to light up the room. He pulled up his shirt and revealed a scar on his high waist. He sighed, "I really fucked myself up..." He said underneath his breath. He looked at the opening door only to find out it was his grandparents. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked. His grandfather was holding a duffle bag as his grandmother was holding a plastic bag with food possibly. "We'll stay with you for the night. Its quite a frightening place, the hospital." His grandmother said smiling brightening his face up. The light was turned on and his grandfather was setting up a bed like mattress near his bed. His grandmother was sitting on the chair reading. They truly were amazing people he could never live without. "thank you." He said. His grandparents smiled and went on to what they wanted to do. As his grandfather looked around the room checking the place Victor took out his grandfathers phone and typed out Amber-Lynn's number. He took in a deep breath and started typing out everything he wanted to say to Janette that he hoped that Amber-Lynn would tell Janette.

As he finished typing it all up and pressed send. He was nervous about the outcome and felt like he didn't even want to see his phone after. He put it on the draw that had a flower vase with only sun flowers from the hospital to calm his nerves a bit which really didn't. Here's a secret no one knows but Victor likes Daisies, a pretty flower he loved so much because his mother would always wear it to go along her hair and he grew fond of the flower and it became his favorite flower.

"Sunflowers are pretty damn ugly..."


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Location: Jane's house
Thoughts: "Tonight I eat with people!"

A big smile appeared as Rose hopped into her car and hugged her tightly. Amber-Lynn was happy that she didn't have to stay home and eat alone in a large table with a soul not around. Her parents weren't even in the same city with her and the servants and maids that loitered around didn't even bothered with her. She was always alone at home and she would always be stuck in her room just watching old films from the roaring twenties. She just wished she lived there with different parents and wore beautiful pearls and a black dress like Audrey Hepburn, one of her favorite actress right next to Marilyn Monroe. Those were her hero's the ones who helped her with the hard life of a teenage girl. As she drove her mind was off and she shook her head back to Knight Drive. She knew she was going to have to talk to Leighton and Janette and tell them they are idiots for letting their anger slip so easily. It frustrated her so much she actually got mad at Janette and mostly Leighton.

It took a while with all the traffic and all but they finally got to Janette's house. She parked in the front making sure if it was okay to park there. She sighed and parked the car. "We're here~" She smiled big at Rose and got out of the car leading her into the plain house that was different from her;s once again. Her house was big and luxurious but Janette's house is small and quaint which is a nice thing to do. Instead of knocking she just barged right in without a care in the world, "Leighton! Janette! You two are getting quite the talk from me!" She yelled. She looked at Rose and smiled. Amber-Lynn walked upstairs to put her stuff down in her room instead of the living room. As she did she went back downstairs and bumped into Janette. She pouted at her with her arms on her side as she scanned at her she saw her arm and she bit her lip. "Um I'll take Jane for a while!" She yelled.

Amber-Lynn dragged Janette upstairs into her room. She pushed Janette in and locked the door. As she walked in front of Janette she wasn't going to yell at her or else she'll just be a hypocrite since Amber did the same but stopped. She slapped her face hard enough to leave a hand mark probably. "Are you fucking stupid?" She said to her not yelling at her not wanting people to get worried and thinking Amber-Lynn turned into Leigh-Ann or someone crazy. The thought never hit her in the face the reason why she was doing this but all she knew was that Kingdom burner was involved and Victor. "Don't get your emotions tangled up with Kingdom's bull shit. Don't you ever let it get to you. Just turn the other way! Jesus Jane! As much as I know your sensitive as fuck you need to let Kingdom's bull shit go. Keeping it won't do anything." She started with the lecture with swearing. As much as other girls would just be kind as a blond bitch no, Amber was a tough love girl. She would slap the fucking sense into your skull. "You know Jane Kingdom burner will burn you as much as an ironing curler but it heals quickly. All there saying is just words it doesn't mean anything." She said softly.

As she was lecturing cruelly her phone buzzed and a brow raised and her mouth was left open,

From: Douche-Bag #1
To: Amber
Tell Janette whatever that is below this sentence,

I'm sorry that I've been a douche bag. Whatever I said was out of annoyance because you are kind of annoying Jane. But thats one of the good qualities I like about you and that you really aren't afraid to fucking punch me in the face. I'm just fucking sorry and Leigh-Ann won't bother you don't worry I made sure of that. I just don't want to lose you, you are one of my good friends. So please forgive me...

Amber if you don't show this to Janette I'll murder you when I get better.

Message received

Her heart was beating fast and the first thing she did was show the text to Janette. "Look, look, look!" She shoved the phone right in her face with no prevail. "Ah! I think he likes you!" Her mind was completely away from the thought that Janette just cut herself but at the moment this was a bit too much for her to get out of topic with.

"Maybe I should take Leigh-Ann out of the equation~"

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Location: School.
Thoughts: "I need to find Leigh Ann and apologize for ditching the sleepover. I fell asleep without realizing it."
Wearing:

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The zipper of Harley's backpack zipped up with a satisfying sound as the last bell of the day rang. It was a rather chilly day, so she decided to keep her outfit simple. She had on a sweater than ensured she could stay warm, and tight jeans that showed off her athletic sculpted legs. In the rush of the moment she had thrown on her mock riding boots and the heels of her feet were definitely hurting because of the last minute poor decision. If the ground wasn't so cold she would simply throw them off and walk around bare foot. But she would just have to make due until she could go home and change, and that was only if no one wanted to hang out with her after school.
Harley had had a depressing cloud following her since she left the mall that day and it had been messing with her thoughts. She usually didn't mind when couples were lovey dovey in front of her, but lately it had been rubbing her in the wrong way. She also found herself sighing out loud whenever a guy only looked at her as if she was another guy. Why did she let things get the way they did? she thought as she walked to her locker. Her thoughts were so jumbled that she even wrote herself a reminder note to apologize to Leigh Ann about ditching her and Eyree the other night; she had fallen asleep during her thoughts and didn't even notice she fell asleep until her mom shook her awake the next morning. It sucked because she set the whole thing up so she could have a chance to take her mind off what had happened and now it seemed to be following her everywhere. Then on top of that, guilt was right behind her because she ditched the two of her friends without a word.
With the close of her locker door, she set off the find Leigh Ann and hoped she could apologize without jeopardizing their friendship.

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Location: Home
Time for a partay
Wearing:

I'm so beautiful:

An intense feeling of insecurity befell him as Leighton watched the movie with tearing eyes. 'He finds his way home..' He had recently bought the movie Finding Nemo, a movie normally reserved for kids. But since he was a bit MIA during childhood times, Leighton finally got to watch it. And he was crying..hard. Salty tears spilled out of his green eyes and flew straight down his cheeks. His nose was running and he hurriedly wiped it away with his sleeve. In the car his foster mother drove him home, speaking to him. Leighton didn't listen until he saw the ending credits. "Leighton, I am giving you permission to go out. However, please act responsibly." As of to make up for his moment of vulnerability, Leighton scoffed. "You know me too well, my dear foster mother." They swerved into the house's parking lot and Leighton got out of the car. He wasn't going to change his clothes, but he did have some time to kill.

It was two seconds that he had gotten to enjoy the warm smell of something cooking. Devlin had rushed up to him, a medal in his hand. "Leigh! Leigh! I've won something at school!" Leighton glanced at the medal; 'Best Student of The Year.' Devlin showed it off to Linda, who beamed. Their foster dad, Harry, didn't look that happy. Apparently while they were home, Devlin had a field day rubbing the medal in. "Look at that kiddo! Well done!" Leighton's won bunches of awards, musical and academic. Never before, however, has he been picked as the Student of the Year. That first time was taken by Devlin, and Leighton was never happier. Then, realizing it was time to go, Leighton hugged all his family members and went over to the car. Unlocking it, he hopped in and drove to Frey's house. He'd been there before, in his Sophomore year they had to work on a project together. Leighton had also been there on numerous other occasions, like discussing Student Government meetings, etc. he knew the place like the back of his hand.

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Location: Home
Why are we doing this..?
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Study Bug.:

Kevyn was upstairs in her room studying. She wasn't in the mood for a party, in fact, it wasn't even her idea.

Leh Flashback

"So, I'll be out of town this coming Thursday." Said her mother, sipping tea at the dinner table. "I have a business meeting." Meetings like these were rare for her mother, so they were usually very important. Her father was in the same business and also had to take a trip. Looking to the left, Kevyn saw Freyjakiu smiling smugly. What she was planning, she had no idea. Why she was planning was also a mystery to her. Later on at night, Freyjakiu barged into Kevyn's room and whispered in her ear: "We're having a party." Kevyn had a habit of pulling people back when she wanted to know a bit more information about a certain topic. Freyjakiu knew this and had took off as quickly as possible. Because she was already comfortable in her own spot, Kevyn decided not to get up and beat Frey to a pulp. Instead, she turned over to one side and fell asleep.

End

And now, Frey had handed out invites to practically all of the school, inviting them to a parent-free party. There were enough snacks to feed an orphanage, and enough drinks (both alcoholic and nor) to satisfy the rowdiest barmen out there. Kevyn was, in no way, going to participate in the fun. Not unless her friends came over. Delilah, Sage, Samuel, and others from her clique were totally invited to a study fest with her. It would be must more better than the party Frey was throwing downstairs.

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Location: Home
Wearing:

I tried..I did:

Checklist in hand, Freyjakiu went over the party' inventory the sixteenth time. "Drinks, chips, dips, soda, snacks, beer, ice, and food." She had gone to the supermarket and purchased a couple different party platters. One vegetarian, one full of cold cuts, one cheese platter, and a few with mixed varieties. This party was going to succeed, she knew it. Especially with Kevyn upstairs not daring to make a noise or set foot downstairs. Kevyn's socially inept-ism would've blatantly ruined the party for the important figures who were going to attend. Freyjakiu handed out an invite to every moving, breathing, and living thing on campus. Even so, she stuck some invites in an artificial cactus, just for people passing by.

Dimming the lights, Frey placed her phone into the Apple dock and pressed play. Instantly, her favorite song, If You Can't Hang by Sleeping With Sirens blasted at an ear screeching level of volume. Trying to block out the ringing left behind as she turned down the volume, Freyjakiu neatened up the huge foyer once more. All other parts of the house were cleaned, a perk of having an extremely OCD aunt. Now, all she could do, was wait.

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Location: Hospital
Thoughts: "Bored..."

Wasn't very long until Victor fell asleep after that text. His grandparents also fell asleep making sure his grandson was better each day. It was a good night. His grandmother made the hospital room more to his comfort. It made him feel right at home and he fell asleep easier. When he woke up right at the morning seeing his grandparents leaving him for the morning and then they'll be back for the night again. He went back to sleep tired and wanting to have everyday to himself just sleeping. All he could ever do in the hospital was sleep. When it was 11:00 he woke up once again as the nurse came in with a cup of water and some pain killers. At last, the pain was killing him and possibly making him want to damage his fist. As he took the pain killers the nurse stood there waiting with a smile that scared him a bit.

As he finished the nurse took the cup and walked off looking back with the same smile giving him the shivers. Older women should not use their charms on younger men. It was strange and it was not scoring, scoring means to get a beautiful girl your age. He sighed a bit and fell back to sleep. It wasn't too long till he heard the door open. When the door swing open he heard footsteps of people. A person or two? Wasn't sure his eyes wasn't open at all.

As he got into a seating position yawning stretching his arms seeing a vase of daisies and something else he couldn't really name but it really didn't matter. He looked up to only see Amber-Lynn leaning on the door with her arms crossed not wanting to be here and Jane setting down the flowers walking out. "Hey, wait!" He said to stop her. "You're just going to leave the flowers and walk away without talking to me?" He asked with that cocky smile of his which obviously made Amber-Lynn roll her eyes. He wasn't sure why but heart wanted Jane to stay a bit more longer and Amber-Lynn to leave for a moment so he could apologize to her face to face.

"Amber could you leave for a second?" He asked as kindly as he possibly could without a sarcastic tone or a roll in the eye. Victor smiled as she walked out of the door but noticed a smile in her lips. As the two was alone in a room he sighed and leaned back on his bed. "Sorry Janette. Don't get mad at me for being annoyed..." His voice trailed off. He didn't know it was difficult to apologize to Jane as easy it was to say I love you to Leigh-Ann. Was there a difference? Did this mean something? He hoped not it didn't.

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Location: Grants' Residence, Knight Drive
Status: On her laptop
Thoughts: To party or not to party, that is the question..
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Delilah was just finishing with her post on her blog about her mundane day when she decided to check out the school's website. "It's the same as before.." she mumbled. "I guess the burner took a break or maybe nothing interesting has happened over the past few days." She shrugged as she closed the tab for the website. She looked at her Twitter feed and noticed some of the students talking about a party. Party? Where? She scrolled down her feed to find out more about this party. It's at Kev's house? How did she not mention this? Delilah's eyes scanned through some more tweets until she realised that although the party was held at Kevyn's house it was her cousin that was throwing it. That explains it!

At that moment, her little ball of white fur lay across her fingers which were still at her keyboard. "Oh Whiskers, you know I'm still using this," she chided the kitten as she lifted it up and placed it next to her on the bed. Whiskers mewed in protest and was back on the keyboard within a few seconds. "You know what? Fine, you win!" She lay down flat on her back on her bed and placed the kitten on her stomach. She put closed her laptop and pushed it away with one hand and pet Whiskers with the other. Whiskers closed his eyes for a cat nap. "For a kitten, you sure are lazy!" Delilah gently put Whiskers on the bed, careful not to wake him as she got up and grabbed her phone from her bedside table. "Let's see what Kev and Sage are up to.."

To: Kevvv
From: Dee
What's this I hear about a party at your place tonight?
Message sent!

To: Sensei Sage :3
From: Dee
You heard about the party at Kev's tonight?
Message sent!

As Delilah sent the text messages she remembered that both Kevyn and Sage were Gurus. I doubt parties would be their cup of tea.. she supposed. But it never hurts to ask!

Issiah Rojas
Location:Student Parking Lot--->Pauper Court

Issiah had looked forward to the sound of the final bell ringing to announce that the mandatory hours of schooling were over. He wanted nothing more than to go home and be greeted by the most perfect set of eyes and the most cheerful smile while little arms reached out to him. Issiah had been thinking about Adrian all day; he still had a slight cold and he hated to leave his side, even for a moment. But he knew that his son was in the capable hands of his mother, though that didn’t stop him rushing to get home, he didn’t even stop to hang out with Harley who he saw leaving her locker, he just gave her a firm clap on the shoulder as he made his way from the building.

Once inside of his means of transportation, Issiah let out a sigh of relief. Only more day until Friday, the weekend and he could peacefully spend more time with his son. Rising up his lower body with his muscular legs, Issiah dug into the back of his pants pocket to retrieve his phone. He was expecting a text message from one of his suppliers, so when he positioned himself back down so that he could check his messages; he was shocked to see one from Luna. Hazelnut colored orbs stared down at the screen in disappointment. Issiah had ran into many druggies s in his line of work and they all promised the same time each time—this is the last time. But Issiah always knew better, knew that they would be right back a week later, though with Luna he couldn’t help but shake his head in dissatisfaction as he sent a reply.

To: Luna
From: Issiah
Yeah. Usual spot.
Message delivered.

Tossing his phone into the passenger seat, Issiah sat up and placed the key in the ignition, turning it back to let the vehicle roar to life. With a few swear words muttered underneath his breath in perfect Spanish, the teenage wonder dad from Knight Drive began the trip to his secret life to Pauper Court.

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Location:Hallways
Thoughts: I’m suddenly craving Italian..
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After the first day back to Kingdom Crest, Leigh-Ann was already drained from the first day of drama that she seemed to be smacked dab in the middle of. That was enough drama for the entire school year for her and during the week, she had made sure to stay drama and stress free. It seemed to be working since it was Thursday and she hadn’t made one sassy remark to another student, made anyone remove themselves from her presence, in fact she didn’t even push people out of her way in the hallways today, instead she lightly placed a delicate hand on their shoulder and in a rather cheerful voice said “Excuse me.” Her change of attitude was something that everyone was buzzing about and they all believed it to be one thing--she had gotten Victor back. Of course she had, she was the Queen right? And no one takes what belongs to royalty, especially someone like a misfit, a peasant. But no matter what others believed, Leigh-Ann knew just what was causing her mood to be so different.

Leigh-Ann had made a bold move in her room Monday night by sending a text to Nazario, she didn’t know what to expect from her Italian friend. In fact she was a bit frightened that she had lost his friendship because of her decision to run back to Victor, when it was obvious that he was very much interested in her. But what female in their right mind would completely cut off a man who isn’t afraid to express his feelings publicly? Luckily for her, he wasn’t a man who gave up so easily and the bridge that that Leigh-Ann believed to been damaged was not only in perfect condition, but it seemed to be growing.

At first, Leigh-Ann felt the gnawing guilt of sharing flirtatious text messages with Nazario while Victor laid dormant in a hospital bed but when the messaged turned into night phone conversations over the past two days, the gnawing soon turned into a dull ache. They were simply messages, nothing was going on between the two of them (so she liked to tell herself), and they were just friends. So why was the Queen B scanning the halls for the Italian-speaking gent instead of making her way to the hospital to see Victor like she had promised him last night on the phone?

While her ash grey eyes scanned the halls looking for that one person in particular, they quickly locked on someone else she was interested to talk to. Slipping easily through the crowded halls, Leigh-Ann stopped in front of a pretty blonde who she had invited Monday night to stay over, but never showed.
“Looking for me?” She asked, with a raised brow and a teasing smile tugging at her lips. As she waited for her blonde haired friend to answer, Leigh-Ann couldn’t fight the urge any longer to let her eyes wandered the hallways, hoping to catch a glimpse of her charming friend, Nazario.

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Location:Zachenburg Residence
Thoughts: My signature mark..
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“Sage, I will be late tonight. If you need anything-“
“I know mother.” A monotone voice said behind a sealed shut door. Her mother stood there with her hand on the door and ear slightly pressed against it. Silence. That was all she ever heard when her daughter locked herself up in the attic, something she did every day after school. However it was only 3:30 and it seemed that her daughter rushed home quicker than usual.
“Well, you didn’t let me—“
“Mother.“

Sage heard the descending click of her mother’s heels against the wooden stairwell that led up to the attic and she waited until she heard the usual huff of her mother when she reached the second floor of the house and the mumbling about how she didn’t understand why Sage had to keep herself locked up in the room. The lightest smile crossed her pale pink lips as Sage adjusted the lens of the microscope so that she could see the two wires better. All week she had been working on her special project—her signature bomb. Every bomber had a signature and it was high time that she made her mark.

Just as she was making the finishing touches, her phone vibrated on the wooden table, causing not only for the table to react to the vibrating sensation but her hands as well in annoyance. Everyone knew not to bother her during her “personal time” so who had been so foolish to send her a message. A sigh left her lips as she dropped what she was doing on the table and grabbed her phone before it slid off the table and onto the hardwood floor. Ah, of course. Delilah wasn’t aware of Sage’s personal time and the annoyance that was festering inside soon faded into one of slight delight. She had been enjoying getting to know the girl during the week, even invited her over once. Sage decided that a break wouldn’t hurt her and so she could take the time to text Delilah. Raising an eyebrow at the message, she tapped her hand lightly on the screen as she pondered this option. She could go…and spend time with Delilah, Kevyn and Sammy and…her eyes wondered down to her table of her mixed concoctions and let out a soft sigh. She might as well, go, right?

To: Redhead
From: Sage Sensei
I’ll go if Sam and you go…will there be tea?
Messaged delivered.

After sending the text, she didn’t put her phone down, instead she scrolled through her list of contacts and sent a quick messaged to her curly haired pretend husband.
To: Samuel
From Sagey
Your third wife is contemplating going to Kevyn’s party. Are you attending?
Messaged delivered.

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Harley jumped when she felt a warm hand pat her shoulder. Alarmingly, she turned to see that it was only a harmless Issiah. She blew her hair out of her eyes in frustration. Even Issiah treated her as if she was a child. She was beginning to think that she should just walk around in children's clothing to represent the amount of sexual attraction to received from the male species. I bet that sexual attraction would increase if they knew about what I've done in the past...
She was absorbed into her memories about that one night that she almost started to relive it; chills covered her arms and her face flushed. When Leigh Ann approached her, Harley actually looked at her friend like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She knew Leigh Ann saw, but continued with a smile and pretended that nothing had happened.
"Yeah! I was looking for you. Uh...can we talk quick?" she responded to Leigh Ann's question. She didn't realize that she was acting so obvious and was a little embarrassed. Harley tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at the ground in guilt. "Listen, I'm super sorry about the other night. I totally ditched you guys and feel like horse shit. If it helps anything, I didn't mean to. I was laying down, and I guess I had jet lag or something." she grinned sheepishly, hoping that her friend wouldn't tear into her.

Issiah Rojas
Location: Pauper Court

As he sat in his vehicle, tapping his index finger against the wheel in a dull manner, Issiah battled with his inner conscience as the conversation with his mother earlier that day flashed into his mind.
- - -

“Issiah. You’re coming right home?”
“Sí mama, “ Issiah answered as she slung his faded black bookbag across his shoulder. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on the top of Adrian’s curls, who was busy playing with the cheerios in the small bowl his grandmother have giving him.
“Adiós adiós papa!” Adrian shouted out in a childish banter while lifting his head up to look at his father. His little fist held a handful of cheerio that he began to shove into his mouth, filling up both of his already chubby cheeks.”

“Te amo, Adrian, Te amo, mama.” Issiah said after moving from Adrian to his mother who stood at the kitchen door with her arms folded as her son placed a kiss on her cheek. He was just about to head out the back door when she called out to hi m.
“Issiah, I mean it. Come straight home.” Something about the tone of her voice told Issiah that she knew something . Nodding his head to his mother, he left out of the house, a knot forming in his stomach.
- - -
Now here he sat, waiting to do the inevitable. He would have to quit long ago but the money was just too good and Adrian needed a few new things, he would hate to go to his step-father, even if the man was willing to help. While he was molding over his own personal problems when he spotted her making her way over to his car.

Shit. He thought as he hopped out of his truck, closing the door behind him. Issiah didn’t like the idea of dealing in front or inside of his car, even if Adrian wasn’t around, it still came him the feeling that he was doing it right in front of his young son’s eyes.
When he approached Luna, his hazelnut eyes bore down onto her. He never judged the people he supplied to, everyone had their problems and demons to handle and he was no exception. But it was always weird with Luna, he was watching a friend messing her life up with drugs. In the long run it would affect her if she didn’t quit but who was he to voice his opinion. With a sigh on his lips, he dug into his pockets and pulled out a small transparent zip-locked bag that was tightly folded up to hide the small while caplets of pills of Amphetamine. He didn’t speak one word as he turned it over to her possession. Dropping his hand away from hers, he turned on his heels to walk away, his eyes involuntarily scanning about, not expecting to catch sight of anyone—he was wrong. During his quick check his eyes came to rest on a familiar face of journalism at Kingdom Crest—Avery Brennan.

Slowly raising a hand, he returned the brunette’s wave and of course he added his usual smile. His smile was a nice façade for the inner turmoil that was brewing within. Avery Brennan, one of the most nosiest people of Kingdom Crest had just witnessed him do a drug trade. Anyone else and Issiah would have brushed it aside, but this was Avery Brennan, who reported anything juicy to the Crest News.
Biting down on his lower lip, Issiah led his hand to rest of the top of his locks and gave them a pull of frustrations.

“I gotta go.” He retorted to Luna with a wave of his hand before he left her presence and returned to his truck. Once inside, Issiah let his hands grip the wheel in frustration. Three years. Three years he had been selling illegal substances in the lower class of town and not once had he been caught—not by police, an adult, anyone…but out those three years he was seen by not only someone he knew, but by someone that he wasn’t so sure he could trust.

No. Avery is a good person. She probably didn’t see what was going on in the first place. Issiah said to himself as he started his car and drove off and down the street. He was trying to reassure himself that everything was fine and there was nothing to worry about, but as he made a left turn on an empty street, the knot from earlier had grown ten times in size.

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Location:Hallways
Thoughts: I’m suddenly craving Italian..
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”Don’t worry about it, Harley-Quinn. You were probably tired from that plane right, some other time.” Leigh-Ann wasn’t for sure why Harley thought she would be upset with her for not coming over. Sure she was a bit annoyed that she didn’t call her and tell her sooner, but it would be silly to blow something out of portion, especially something so meager as to missing a slumber party.

Plus, Leigh-Ann was more curious as to why her surfer babe friend seem to be so…flustered. Feeling a bit concerned, Leigh-Ann took a step closer and placed a comforting her hand on Harley’s shoulder. There was something bothering her and by the way she acted when Issiah simply patted her on the shoulder like one of the “boys” Leigh-Ann couldn’t help but have a funny feeling as to what that could be. She had never seen Harley with a guy, or even seen her flirt openly and it wasn’t that no one ever approached the beach beauty, it seemed to Leigh-Ann that she always got a bit tongue tied.

“Hey…are you okay?” She didn’t ask to be nosy or to even get some type of humor out of seeing her friend in discomfort, but she was a bit concerned. This entire week Harley had kept to herself and that wasn’t the Harley Leigh-Ann was used to.
”We can always do something else, you know?"

”Hey Harley, going to that party?”The sound of a female voice invaded Leigh-Ann’s personal space and she looked up to see a rather lean female who had legs for days standing there beside Harley with her hands dug deep into her pockets. Curly hair was pulled back from her face into a messy bun that she seemed to pull off perfectly with graceful facial features. Dropping her hand away from Harley’s shoulder, Leigh-Ann exchanged a quick glance at their prodigy musician at Kingdom Crest. They didn’t speak but Leigh-Ann knew that Harley was good friends with her, and perhaps she could get her to open up more than she ever could.

Just as she took a step back and adjusted her designer bag onto her shoulder so that she could take her leave, Leigh-Ann watched as her vision became blurred and then completely gone and replaced with someone’s warm digits, pressing softly against her eyes. A small smirk crossed Leigh-Ann’s delicate lips at the sound of the familiar husky voice. It took nothing but restraint on her part not to let the shiver that was tickling down her spine to show as she reached up and placed her small and gentle hands over the rugged ones that covered her eyes. Pulling them down from her view Leigh-Ann whirled around to face her friendly assailant, her hands intertwined with his.

“Nazario, you can’t fool anyone with that accent of yours.” She commented with a mock eye roll as to how easy it was to know who was playing guess who with her. The air between the two remained friendly, but they expression that laid in the depth of the ash grey eyes of the beauty told otherwise. Soft hands tightened against the flesh of his hands in affectionate grip before they slowly slipped away from his grasp to rest lazily at her side. Tilting her head to the side, she allowed her honey blonde waves to cascade down the side of her shoulder as her eyes absorbed every facial detail of Nazario’s. How she longed to outstretch her hand and caress the jawline of his defined face with her fingers, to clasp both of her arms around his neck and be pulled into his embrace of affection while their lips connected with desired passion…but for now, she could only let her mind desire such things while she acted as if she wanted nothing but friendship.
“So, to what do I owe this honor?”


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Location:Zachenburg Residence
Thoughts: I want a burger...and some tea..
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With her phone in hand, Sage decided that her chocolate orbs needed a break from the relentlessly strain that they had been under for the past hour and emerged from her private chambers. Of course she didn’t leave without first securing and locking the door with a key for both the bottom and top lock (she couldn’t be too careful).
Heading downstairs into the spacious kitchen, Sage busied herself with rummaging in the fridge. She never had much of an appetite, not for the food that her mother bought (she was vegan) and so she opted on opening a cabinet and pulling out a bag of salty chips. Hopping onto the counter, Sage opened the fresh bag and began to get her munch on while peered out the kitchen window, seeing nothing interesting.

Her phone vibrated on the counter top and she looked down at it while stuffing her mouth with another chip as the message flashed across the top of her the screen. A smirk crossed her lips at the text message that he sent, she could actually hear him saying this and that made it all the worthwhile to Sage. Wiping her hands on a paper towel, she picked up her phone to reply.

To: Samuel
From Sagey
I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Isn’t that what wives do?
Messaged delivered.

Placing the phone back down on the counter, Sage looked around the kitchen and then peered out into the opening corridor. She never thought about it before but maybe she should have her own party soon…just the people she actually called friends of course. She got along with everyone but there were only a few that she would even speak more than a few words to if she had to.
Hm. Geek party. Sage contemplated as she took another bite out of a chip.


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Location:Hallways

“Do I make myself clear, Ms. Sundano!!?!” Curly-haired Jessica Sundano looked up with a nonchalant gaze and bored expression at the red and swollen face of the Principal of Kingdom Crest. He had just wasted the last fifteen minutes of her life telling her the importance of keeping her hands to herself like she was some three-year old child who had just hit a playmate. Which wasn’t too off, being that she didn’t keep her hands to herself and that she did hit a playmate—classmate, whatever. Her eyes shifted in a dull manner from beet red administrator to the sniveling girl who had her head tilted back with a bloody rag over her nose.

“Tch.”Jessica gave an eye roll to the girl who tried to narrow her eyes in disgust at Jessi, but if she didn’t want to add a swollen eye to her list of injuries, the Barbie-wannabe girl would keep her mouth shut.
“Ms. Sundano! Do you hear me?! Do not make me call your—“ “You’re gonna call my moms? While she is at work? Get outta here, man. I apologized, what? What else you want me to do? Kiss your ass too?” Getting up from her chair, she left both the principal and the bloody nosed student flabbergasted as she walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her. She wasn’t mad, or even angry at the situation. It was something she had gotten use to by now and even though It annoyed her just a smidgen, it never bother Jessica. She knew that the principal wouldn’t expel her; her never did so why should she waste her time listening to him rant and rave. So she had detention for the rest of the month, she could deal with that, it’s not like she couldn’t take one hour out and sit in solitude—the fat redbean was doing her a favor.

As she made her way down the hall, she scanned the corridors for a familiar face and luckily it didn’t take her long to spot of the bronze skinned female who stood with the “Queen” of the school. Jessica thought Leigh-Ann was alright, she wasn’t the bitch that people made her out to be, or so she thought—but then again Jessica never had a run in with the girl. As she made her way to Harley, she wondered if the Queen could actually back up all to smack talking she did.

”Hey Harley, going to that party?” Jessica asked the moment she stood beside Harley, not caring if she interrupted the conversation between the two. It may have been a death trap for some other students and she could even see some actually looking at her like she lost her mind, but she didn’t see the big deal, especially not when Nazario was creeping up behind Leigh-Ann, she was just doing the girl a favor in her book.

Her attention went back to Harley and as she dug her hands into the front of her pockets, giving the surfer babe a teasing smile. From across the way, she could tell that Harley was in a flustered stage and being Jessica, she just had to know what it was from. Leaning closer so that her lips were close enough to Harley’s ear, Jessica took a step closer to make the space between them limited.

“What are you thinking about?” Jessi asked in a teasing manner. It was easy for her to read females, something she had fortunately picked up from her smooth talking older brothers and because of that, Jessi had fooled around with many girls, though she never stayed committed, they usually came running back for more—except for Harley. They had one moment together…one intimate moment and even though Jessica knew that the pretty blonde thought about it—she was the first girl that never approached her again afterwards. That was different for Jessica, and for that reason alone, she just had to have her—for old time’s sakes.

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Why are we doing this..?
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Kevyn worked vigorously on her work handout and was just about to finish up the last problem when her phone vibrated, signaling that she had received a text from someone. Checking it, she saw the contact name of Delilah appear on her home screen. Unlocking her phone, Kevyn rapidly typed into the Messages section, a bit frustratedly since it was about the oh-so-famous party being hosted right downstairs..

To: Ginger-buday
From: Lieutenant Ginger
Yeah, there's a party. Come if you want, but this woman shall not be attending. However, I have a private party upstairs for a selected few. XD

Hitting send, the ginger rolled out of bed and onto the floor. She knew she should change if she was having company - even though she wore this outfit to school a while ago, but there was no time for appearances and things like that. The only things that should be on her mind were what to do while she waited for the company in mention and how loud she should yell at Freyjakiu to turn that god awful rock music down. Wait...Rock music? The familiar tune of the Sex Pistol's 'God Save The Queen' blared from their expensive speakers. There were only two people she knew that listened to the Sex Pistols, and those people were Freyjakiu and Leighton Layne. Jogging downstairs, she saw in fact that Leighton Layne was in fact, on their property. Lounging on the teal bean bag chair specifically reserved for Kevyn and Kevyn only, he was sipping from what looked like a can of Fanta. Frey was nowhere to be seen, and judging from the loud noises coming from the bathroom, the teal haired girl was doing her business in there. An awkward silence filled the room as Leighton tried to make conversation, but was deterred by Kevyn's dark stare.

"Hey Kev-"

"Get off."

"Geddoff what?"

The English teen looked down at where he was sitting and quickly got off. He remembered when he came over the house to work on a project with Frey and mistakenly sat in the bean bag chair. A Freshman Kevyn had dumped her glass of water on him and told him to get off. Whenever he came over he always remembered to sit on the couch. Until this day. Now Kevyn was shooting daggers at him and Leighton had never been so scared in his life. Getting off quickly, he moved to the leather couch and lounged there instead. "So, how's it going?" He sipped from his can of soda and looked at Kevyn. "Inviting any friends over?" Kevyn went over to grab a bottled water from the cooler and took a big gulp from it. Glancing down at Leighton's Fanta, she snapped out a response. "If I were inviting people over, normally I'd tell you. But since you've made the mistake of sitting in my chair, you'll just have to see." Kevyn pushed up her glasses and went back upstairs, shouting down one more comment at the even more scared British musician. "Drinking soda is like drinking battery acid. I suggest you make a dentist appointment immediately."

Kevyn closed herself in her room and laid on the bed. Normally she wouldn't be so cross with the senior, but honestly, he knew from last time that it was her reserved chair.

It sounded as if Freyjakiu came back out of the bathroom, for Kevyn heard a "What's wrong?"

"Your cousin fucking scares me sometimes."

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It seems like my shoulder is a hot spot today... Harley thought to herself with a smirk, even though Leigh Ann's gesture had meant so much to her. The soft hand on her shoulder showed that Leigh Ann was coming out of the 'bitch' act she wore so well to see if Harley was really alright. Because of Harley's sour mood, she wanted to make a sarcastic comment about how unusually nice her friend was being. But a bigger part of her appreciated the gesture too much to push her away. Harley sighed and put her hand on Leigh Ann's and gave her a reassuring smile. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell Leigh Ann what was up, but she had a feeling that the gorgeous, honey blonde female never had problems with gaining a males attention and wouldn't really understand what she was going through.
"I'm chill. It's just been rough adjusting, you know?" she said gently. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't entirely the truth either. Harley was about to make plans for how they could hang out when a different female had approached the two. Harley didn't even need to look to see who that voice belonged to because she could feel her skin starting to tingle in response. Harley squeezed Leigh Ann's hand before letting her own drop to her side as her icy blue eyes rested on the girl who haunted her vivid dreams.
Harley could almost feel that Jessi was taking a territorial claim on her against Leigh Ann. Since Leigh Ann and Harley weren't exactly best friends, Leigh Ann was taking her leave before Harley could even offer another time for the two of them to hang out again. But when Harley saw Nazario, she knew that even if she made an effort, it would be futile.
Jessica was giving Harley a smug, teasing smile that would mean nothing to a simple passerby. But, to Harley, it meant that Jessi knew the secret that the two of them shared; it meant that she was teasing Harley about their time together. And when she had come close enough to Harley that she could see each curl twirl into the messy bun, Harley knew the game she was playing. A deep chuckle escaped from her lips as she leaned slightly away from the intimidating beauty.
"I might as well be honest with you, since you would probably be able to tell if I was lying anyway." she said with a small smile. "I was thinking about how much it sucks to be single. All this love is flowing through the air and I'm just," she gestured wildly with her hands. "Here, you know?"
Harley was confessing her feelings to her, and she was beginning to understand the term 'wearing your heart on your sleeve'. She just hoped she wasn't setting herself up for that heart to be broken.

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Location:Hallways

”You’re right. I would.”
Jessica retorted with a cocky grin on her face before she took step closer to Harley. She noticed that she had stepped away but she wasn’t just going to let her off so easily, where would the fun be in that? Just when she was about to make a move to nibble on Harley’s earlobe just to see if the blone would squeal, she stopped herself once she heard the words slip from her friend’s mouth. S
Great… Her eyelids decorated her eyes, leaving them unseen to Harley so that Jessica could secretly role her eyes. She did not do well playing the friend role, even with Harley. With a soft sigh, she took a step back from her, giving her some breathing room. If she wanted to talk, then Jessica would at least give her enough respect to let her. With her hands still deep in her pockets, she muttered something underneath her breath.
Slowly she opened her eyes so that her chocolate orbs could peer into aquamarine ones. Staring down into those eyes, Jessica’s facial expression softened as she realized that this was really bothering Harley, even more than she was letting on. She watched as she gestured dramatically and a soft laugh escaped her naturally pouty lips. Draping her arm around Harley’s shoulders, Jessi pulled her into her slender frame and tugged her away from the lockers so that they could continue their journey down the hall.

“You are overthinking things, how about you let me take you out tonight so that you can get all of this off your mind. You just need to have a good time and relax.” By the time she finished her statement they were at the front entrance and so Jessica dropped her arm from Harley’s shoulder to turn and face her. With her hands pushed deep into her pockets, Jessica leaned her body forward and let her mouth linger above the soft pair of kissable lips of her flustered crush.
“You know my number…call me if you’re interested.” Jessica said in her charming voice. Extracting herself from Harley’s space, Jessica pushed open the door and made her way to her waiting car in the parking lot, half way expecting the blonde haired beauty to call out to her.

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Location: Home, Knight Drive
Status: Going to the Cafe

Delilah was in the kitchen getting a snack and refilling Whiskers' food bowl when she felt a vibration in her back pocket. Wonder if that's Kev or Sage.. she wondered as she retrieved the phone from her pocket. A notification on the screen told her that it was Sage. She read the text and was about to respond when another vibration and notification popped up on her screen, this time it was a text from Kevyn. She read the message and decided to respond to Kevyn's own first.

To: Kevvv
From: Dee
Oh, I see. Either way I'll come Don't mind hanging out with you guys some more :3 I'll let Sage know since she said she'll go to the party if Sam and I go.
Oh, send me directions to your house por favor.
Message sent!

To: Sage Sensei :3
From: Dee
Tea would be nice, but that would upset Sam, you know how he hates it.
Kev isn't gonna be at the party but she said she'll have her a small one of her own upstairs with us, tell Sam and let's go!
Message sent!

With some swift movements of her fingers across the surface of the touch screen smartphone Delilah sent texts to Sage and Kevyn. I wonder if I should change? she thought looking at the outfit she wore at school. It's just a bunch of us hanging out.. but then again what if the others decide to go check out the party? she mused. She went upstairs and plopped onto her bed. She wasn't really in the mood to change, well more specifically, she was lazy to change. Delilah decided against changing her clothes. It's not a party party so I should be fine wearing this, it's not like they'll judge my appearance..

Delilah's stomach grumbled. She looked down and scowled. I just had a snack, how can I already be hungry? She went back to the kitchen and opened the cupboards and the fridge and wasn't surprised to see them almost empty, save for a few things that her mother ate. "Of course she forgot to buy some groceries!" she sighed loudly. Her mother had been "busy with work" for the past few days, but Delilah knew it had something to do with her mother's current boyfriend. She looked at the time on her phone. "I still have some time before any of the parties start, I'll go pick up a latte or something from the cafe, and bring a pizza for the others," she said aloud to the empty house. She rushed upstairs to get her car keys and was out the door within a few minutes and on her way to the Cafe.

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Thoughts: "Don't just tease me then leave me..."
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Harley let Jessica guide her down the hallway and fell easily into her pace. Her arm seemed to fit perfectly into the narrow space between Harley's sculpted neck and arms. And even though Jessica had a somewhat cold personality, there was a warmth--maybe even a spark--when both of their skins touched that Harley couldn't deny. It made her stomach fill with small bubbles as she listened closely to her friends words.
But that's who I am. I overthink things. she thought to herself as she blew her loose curls from her eyes once more. Her hair seemed to be reacting just like her nerves: it was all over the place. And when Jessi dropped her arm from the spot on Harley's back she had to resist the urge to take the females arm and put it right back to it's welcoming, and maybe belonging, place. She was so busy trying the smother this urge that she was caught off guard by the seductive gesture that Jessica had made. All of Harley's thoughts stopped as she stared at those plump, inviting lips that reminded her of feelings that she had tried so hard to push away. She could feel her body leaning in towards the offering Jessica had made on its own accord. It was just like the other night they shared...how her body had moved like it knew exactly what it was doing. It was a completely different sensation than the one she felt at the mall. But all too soon, the long legged goddess walked away from Harley, leaving her emotions raw and her lips waiting.

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Harley had spent the whole drive home trying to water down the flame that Jessica had awoken inside her. She kept lecturing herself on how not to go back down that road, to not get tied into something that wasn't anything more than a quick one for Jessica. Harley knew how easily she got attached to things: she had cried for at least two hours straight when her gold fish died, and was depressed for weeks when her first surf board had broken because it got caught in the coral reefs. The fact that Jessica was a living, breathing person only made the entire situation worse. Harley had tried to limit what they had to a curious, drunken experience that both of them would never want to travel to again. But with Jessica teasing her like Harley was a child...it infuriated her enough to fight back. I can play games as well... she thought to herself with an evil grin as she pulled into her garage. Parking her car, she quickly sent a text to the girl who seemed to always remain in her thoughts.

To: Jessica
From: Harley
Message:
I never answered your question before. I am going to the party tonight. Want to be my date?
Message delivered

There. Harley thought when pressing the send button. Then she can wonder if I really want her to be my date, or if I'm just teasing. she made a few satisfied grunts and she walked up to her bedroom to get ready for the party.

She had bathed instead of showering, soaking in perfumed soap to make her skin tantalizingly soft. She shaved her legs, armpits and any other area that would have the slightest amount of unattractive hair. For an extra measure, she applied perfumed lotion that matched her floral bath bubbles smell. She tamed her unruly hair with a blow dryer and then curled it so it fell in soft waves instead of her usual spiral curls. But in spite of all this, she left her face uncovered. If anything was going to happen tonight--whether it be rejection or something more--she wanted to be comfortable in her own skin. Make up made Harley feel as if her face was being suffocated.
She slipped into a tight, showy but still classy black dress.

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When all of this was done, she collapsed on her bed and waited eagerly for Jessica's reply, checking her phone every few seconds with high hopes.

Victor
White daisies that looked at him reminding him of a woman of her thirties wearing it on her hair everyday, his mother. He was still a bit astonished that Janette remembers what his favorite flower is. Not everybody should know but he gussed since his mother loved daisies he would have a knack for them. He looked at Janette and smiled for her trying to keep up a conversation. Really he expected her to nod and leave with Amber like it never happened. He was lucky that someone still wanted to talk to him. He looked down at him hands and remember the smile of his mother taking him to knight drive where Janette lived. Her and his mother would talk and talk as she and her would do something crazy. As she brought up when he was getting out his eyes went on her. "Yeah, I'm leaving after one last check up." He said. He remembered today was the party. He couldn't go sadly becauseof his injury.

When Janette brought up the past a smile went on his face fater then ever. "Yeah, I remember that. You would always fall down cause you're such a cluzts." It all came to him. He remembered that Janette had two scooters because he couldn't afford one so she had an extra scooter for himf to use. He practically call it his own. He andJanette always hung out and it was so much fun it was the highlight of his life. But each day he hung out with Janette he ended up having a major childish crush on her. He would always talk to his mother about how pretty Janette was and how clumsy she is. All he could talk about was her and just her until they lost contact all Victor wanted was tto see her again but the wanting to see her face was gone now. But the feelings aren't over just yet. Feelings don't disappear so easily.