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Location: The Cafe
Status: Talking
Thoughts: Dreck huh?

Delilah took her last sip of her berry blast smoothie when her phone vibrated on the small, round table. She wiped her fingers with some tissue because they were moist from the saturation on the outside of the transparent plastic cup. Sure enough, it was from Sage (who else would be texting her anyway?) who wasted no time in sending her a response. Delilah was about to go make Sage's order when an attractive guy slipped into the table next to her and started up a conversation. "Why yes I am," she smiled as she tucked a loose red lock behind her ear. She took his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Delilah. I haven't seen you around the school much though." When she took his hand it was rough to the touch, compared to her soft delicate hands. Hmm... well he's a guy after all, I shouldn't expect him to have baby soft hands.

Delilah's phone vibrated on the table, it was the pizza place. The pizzas must be ready.. she thought as she glanced at the now ringing phone. She wanted to answer it but it would look rude to just pick it up mid-conversation. "Are you going to the party tonight?" she asked, trying to distract herself from the ringing phone. Within a few seconds the ringing stopped. Whew! she sighed in relief. Let's hope they don't call back anytime soon.. Her eyes fell on her phone again, remembering Sage's text. I'm sure she won't mind if I don't respond right away, she's probably driving anyway.

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Location: 62442 Laynton Place, 15th Avenue
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Jessica didn't know what to expect once she walked into the front door of the decadent home but once her eardrums encountered the deafening rap music and her eyes caught site of the already sweating bodies that were participating in the most foolish dancing she had laid eyes on—Jessi already knew that it was going to be a party she was happy she didn’t miss.

Not long into the door, she could feel wandering eyes burning into her skin from both male and females. A smug smirk crossed her face as she passed a few girls she was familiar with both outside and inside of the bed. Some turned away to hide the embarrassment while some were brave enough to flash her a devilish smile, to which she only returned with an raised eyebrow.

It was amazing to Jessi how people spoke to her, even people she wasn’t even familiar with, just some faces she had seen countless times walking through the halls of Kingdom Crest. She wasn’t sure if t was because of her reputation as a prodigy musician, or if it deal with her other reputation, either way at least she was nice enough to return the greeting with her usual head nod—even when she was dressed to kill the tomboy still was apparent in her attitude.

The only thing she wanted to see was dance floor and a bottle and that’s exactly where she was heading until she was cut off by the familiar face of a handsome man who hailed from the land of England. A small smile crossed her face as she saw him—her British boy as she called him—and instantly she flashed him a flirtatious wink. It was no secret that Jessica swung for the same team, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing openly flirt on the other team.

“My British boy. I knew you wouldn’t miss a party full of drunken sluts.” Just as the words rolled off her tongue a small group of girls passed by her, looking up at her with a look that said I can’t believe she just said that. Instead of focusing any of her attention on the shock girls, she let her arm coil around Harley’s slender waist line, not missing the territorial mark she was placing on Jessi—something she was far from use to and she didn’t know whether to feel proud that the blond beauty had enough guts to claim Jessica as her own or feel irritated that someone actually thought they could.

”Who sweetcheeks? Of course, you know I don’t go anywhere without someone beautiful on my arms. Now come on, show me where the beer is…someone could needs to loosen up a bit. Jessica retorted as she turned Leighton’s body around and pressed her hand on his back to push him forward so that he could lead the way through Frey’s house.

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Location: 62442 Laynton Place, 15th Avenue
Thoughts: 'Lets get this party started.'
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Joe's hair sung into his crystal blue eyes as he followed the loud music that echoed throughout the rich neighborhood. It was distasteful music that threatened to give him a headache if he listened to the lyrics intently, but it was still music nonetheless. He had been walking toward the loud source for a couple minutes until he finally stumbled upon a house that was relatively close to the front of the development. There was an abundance of cars lined up and he could see the outline of people dancing through the windows. A smile spread from ear to ear as he neared the party, his interest levels soaring sky high. Joe had recently heard rumors about a big party, but he thought it was just a rumor going around and brushed it off. But now that he saw an actual Kingdom Crest party, he could barely contain his excitement as he approached the front door.

He already saw Jessica, the leader of the clique he was in--the musicians--,and gave her a quick head nod. However, he doubted that she may have noticed it because she was busy talking to another male; yet it looked like she was also busy with someone else. The well known Harley Jones was wrapped in Jessica's embrace. Joe raised his eyebrow as he walked away from the small group, hoping to find someone who might be worth talking to.

Joe's eye scanned the room and his heart scanned the faces of the many girls that surrounded him. They were all somewhat underdressed and couldn't possibly be mistaken for the girl he was specifically looking for. It's not a big deal. I didn't think she'd come to this type of party anyway. he thought to himself with disappointment. He had stolen glances at Sage all day, hoping she'd return just a small flicker of her charcoal eyes to meet his, but his hopes were smashed as her beautiful eyes only remained on her small cellular device. It was no secret that Sam was probably one of Sage's close friends, but Joe had a feeling that the two of them might have been growing closer. He could never explain to himself why this angered him so; why he felt the need to shake her and say, 'I'm right here Sage! Why won't you look at me?'. Even if he could momentarily find the courage to do something like that, he would regret the words the minute they escaped because he was sure they'd be met with rejection.
It wasn't something he should dwell too much on. Joe had made a promise to himself that he would only give Sage until the end of the year, and if nothing happened between them then...well, he'd have to move on and find someone else.

Joe settled against the wall with his hand resting his chin as he observed the group of people. He once again hoped that maybe someone would draw his attention. Who knew? Maybe tonight could turn out to be a night one couldn't forget.

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Location: The Cafe
Status: Talking to Dreck
Thoughts: How charming!

Ah! So he knows the meaning of my name, that's a first! Delilah thought with slight amusement. She didn't really live up to her name's meaning, unless she was drunk but that hadn't happen in a long time. "Temptress? I wouldn't really know about that," she winked playfully.

"Weightroom huh? I'm assuming you're an athlete?" she guessed. She could be wrong, many people had been going to the gym in the new year back at her old school. Some as a New Year's resolution, some to work on a summer body or some who just wanted to be fit and healthy. Delilah reflected to the rough texture of his palms. Or maybe he's a Badass? she pondered. She knew many of them were or are still involved in many dangerous and sometimes illegal activity. Maybe he had a past life? she thought unsure. She was usually able to guess what a person's clique was when she met them based on their mannerisms or even just by their speech but Dreck was a tough cookie. Well, there's a first time for everything.

Delilah giggled at his comment, almost to the point where she let out a snort. "Corny is good sometimes. Sometimes." she joked as her pale cheeks slowly filled with colour. "Oh no, I have directions and a ride but thanks." she said holding up her car keys. She was tired of having a small car for herself. She had been keeping her eye on a Corvette C6 ever since she and her mother had moved to Knight Drive and she had been hinting at her mother that it would make the perfect gift for her 18th birthday.

"Speaking of which," she said as she glanced at the time on the phone's sleek screen, "I had to pick up some stuff on my way there for my friends, I hope I'm not too late."

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Location: Frey's House
Time for a partay
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I'm so beautiful:

Harley said nothing, but placed a hand upon Jessie, and Leighton jokingly backed away. He wasn't going to ruin their time here, he was only here to make it a hell lot better. Not that it would've sucked without him, but you couldn't have too much of Leighton, could you? "Harley, my darling, I'm not here to sabotage you lovely ladies's night." He winked at her, sticking his fingers out in a Johnny Bravo-esque pose. "I'm here to make it all better, darling." He grinned and bowed, looking up only when Jessie addressed him as some kind of 'lady-killer,' who'd only come to a party for drunken half-dressed females who would not remember the day before even if he explained it in full detail. "Madam Sundano, you wound me. I would not take advantage of any women when they are in this sort of state!" He said it especially out loud, so all of the girls in the room could hear him over the music. Astounded by his 'chivalry,' they flashed him somewhat drunken smiles of glee. Leighton winked at them and mouthed to himself humorously. 'I'm so amazing.'

Of course Jessie had a beautiful companion, he'd expect nothing less. Leighton flashed them a lopsided grin. "Harley, of course, is as beautiful as they come. However, wouldn't you love to have a beauty like me on your arms?" It was a rhetorical question, Leighton didn't actually expect her to answer that. instead, the Brit focused on the other thing Jessie had mentioned: Where the actual drinks were. He had no idea where the beer was, Leighton had been drinking soda since he got here. Drunk driving was not the way he wanted to leave the world. "Beats me where the drinks are, I haven't touched a single pint of alcohol since I've got here.." From across the room, Leighton flagged down a busy Freyjakiu by waving his arms. "What?" He gestured to Jessie and Harley. "These lovely females would like some of your finest drinks available." Freyjakiu snorted, waved at the two girls, and gestured to the blue cooler before walking off.

"And there you have it ladies, the beers are in the blue cooler."

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

300x + 600x = 810000

Kevyn's mind wrapped around the math problem as if it were an anaconda, and the math problem were a tiny little rodent. Coffee didn't help anymore, she could barely stay awake with the loud music coursing through her veins. Unlike most people, Kevyn fell asleep more in loud situations rather than quiet ones, a habit she picked up from staying up late playing on her Xbox console late at night, lulling herself to sleep while the loud theme music played in the background. She needed an energy drink, she needed it now. Either that or she could break up the party, ruining Frey's reputation, and increasing her own reputation of being a 'know-it-all-gamer' who needed to 'get out more.' Settling on the first option, Kevyn slugged down the stairs and glanced upon the crowd who had settled themselves in her living room. She knew Freyjakiu was somewhat popular, but this turnout was not expected by her at all! Walking up to the two coolers in the middle of the living room, Kevyn took a drink from the blue cooler. Vision blurred from the lack of sleep, Kevyn picked up a can of liquid. Glancing at the can, Kevyn tried to distinguish the brand from the millions of others she had seen in her life. Deciding that there was nothing wrong with drinking an unknown beverage, for it was most likely soda, Kevyn cracked open the can and took a sip.

At first the taste was kind of bitter, making Kevyn question whether it was actually the drink she was looking for. But after a few sips, Kevyn got used to it. Why was she even up in her room studying anyways? This party was a great chance to get out more, in real life rather than online. The redhead walked up to the closest person who didn't have any company, a boy she recognized as some musician. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

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Location: Kingdom Crest gymnasium ➜ King Acres ➜ Frey and Kevyn's residence

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The remainder of the week had flown by in a rush. Eyree had been consumed with gymnastics, spending every waking moment outside of school either in the gymnasium or at the rec center. The sleepover with Leigh-Ann almost seemed a thing of the past. She hadn't been entirely surprised when Leigh-Ann had come home from the mall and told her she didn't dump Victor on the curb. The two had been an unlikely couple in the first place. Leigh-Ann was so polished and refined and Victor, for all his good qualities, was coarse and often uncouth. But Eyree knew Leigh-Ann and she was a stubborn fool. Perhaps it was stubbornness that had made her determined to work things out with Victor. 

Of course, she thought slowly, just because Leigh-Ann took him back, doesn't mean I have to be nice to him. The thought made her happy. But for the sake of her best friend she would try to be on her best behavior. Thankfully, she didn't have to see him that week, due to a rather nasty crash she had heard about over twitter, leaving him in the hospital. A place Eyree was all too familiar with, what with her tendency towards reckless, daredevil acts. So instead of allowing her wrath to simmer over Victor, she had thrown herself into gymnastics. The first gymnastics meet was a week from Friday, and Eyree wanted nothing more than to stomp the competition.

And so she found herself in the gymnasium on that Thursday afternoon, the whole miscommunication with the wrestling team having been sorted out earlier in the week. The gymnastics squad was looking pretty good for the year, the heavy influx of freshmen with aspiring dreams of being a cheerleader adding a good boost to the team. Of course, those dreams of being a cheerleader would quickly be crushed once team bonding, helmed by none other than the team captain, occurred. Eyree's oozing charm and charisma quickly cured the girls of any cheerleading aspirations and devoted them wholly to gymnastics. She had gone around for the first hour or so of practice, helping a few of the new girls. She acted as spotter for a few, giving them tips and tricks, refining their layouts and routines. And then she began focusing on her own routines. All the extra time in the gymnastics center after school had done wonders for her routines (and secured a position as a child's gymnastic instructor at the start of the summer). 

Unfortunately, Coach Dellicker had noticed her extra efforts too. Eyree stood on the beam, toes pointed. A run, cartwheel, flip, leading into a tucked double flip dismount off the beam. She came out of her tuck a second too soon, causing her to wobble slightly on the landing. Still, she reminded herself with a smirk, the rest of her routine had been practically flawless. Coach Nemtchinova came over beside her, quietly instructing her what she needed to do to nail her routine and advising a few more flourishes on a few of her moves to really up the difficulty and start value of her routine.  She grinned, a confident little smirk, at the tiny woman. "Spasibo, Nemtchinova," she replied, prancing off the mat to make room for the next girl to mount the beam. She wove her way through the crowded gymnasium, grabbing her water bottle from the far wall and taking a long pull from it. Her chest was still heaving from exertion. She didn't notice Coach Dellicker come up beside her until she felt his warm hand on her back. "Wow Eyree! You're doing fantastic work this week!" He praised.

Immediately, Eyree froze, a chill spreading through her limbs, even though his hand radiated a sweaty sort of warmth. The words were exalting and the man's toothy grin seemed friendly. But Eyree knew better. Even now she could feel his fingers drifting lower, skimming over the slipper spandex of her leotard. She swallowed quietly, the usual little smirk that pulled at her pale lips completely gone. His too warm fingers splayed too casually across her round bottom, smoothing and rubbing. Please, not now,' she silently pleaded, her cerulean eyes blazing with barely restrained disgust. It wasn't until he gave her bottom a squeeze that she turned to him, a demure little smile gracing her angled features. "Thank you. I've been working very hard this week," she replied dully. He grinned even wider at her response, back to his leisurely rubbing. "Well it shows!" He crowed exultantly. He continued to praise her loudly, but she could only focus on his hand. 

She hated this routine. It had started three years ago, only a short year after her arrival to Kingdom Crest. It was Coach Dellicker, the head coach of the girl's gymnastics squad, that had made the special position of Sophomore captain, so thrilled was he with Eyree's skills. And that was when the touching had started. It had started out innocent enough, a congratulatory pat on the bottom here or a close hug from behind there. But Eyree was the only girl wholly devoted to the sport and as such had stayed late many nights when all the other girls and most of the coaches had left. And that was when Dellicker had made his move. Just the very sight of the man sickened her now. But she couldn't even say anything against the man either. He was the head coach; he was the one who determined her place on the squad. He could easily kick her off the squad, only a "he said, she said" defense to be made on her behalf. After all, Dellicker was very careful about his exploitation of his star athlete. And if Eyree didn't have gymnastics, well, what did she really have?

"Oh, I don't think I ever told you how much I like the purple hair," he was saying, his other hand reaching to toy with the violet ponytail, just as his middle finger began to drift ever lower, rubbing against her. Eyree jerked her hair out of his hand, tightening her grip on her water bottle. She flashed a half-hearted smile at him. "Thanks Coach. I've got to leave a little early tonight. I've got a Skype date with my parents." She quickly lifted her bag over her shoulder, ready to make a hasty retreat for the locker room. "Alright, see you tomorrow Eyree. You know you're my favorite right? We better not tell anyone else, though, in case they get jealous." The words concluded with a lascivious wink. He played at being friendly, but Eyree could hear the implicit threat in his words. Say anything and you can count yourself gone. She offered a watery smile and a nod before fleeing into the relative sanctuary of the locker room.

She didn't stop to shower or pull on her sweats or even slip her shoes on. She just wanted out of this building and away from that disgusting man. She crossed the parking lot in her bare feet, throwing open her car door with vehemence and throwing her bag on the passenger seat. Her stomach roiled and her throat was tight, though whether that was from her efforts to not get sick or holding back tears she couldn't tell. She sped recklessly through stop signs and yellow lights, not stopping until she was parked in the driveway of her small home in King Acres. She stumbled into the empty house, wishing more than ever that her parents could be home with her. Or that she could be with them. Why had she wanted to stay at Kingdom Crest? It wasn't as if there was a boy holding her back and Eyree could get gymnastics scholarships for school anywhere. So why had she begged her parents to stay?

She showered, the scalding hot water almost burning her skin. But to her it felt good. She felt the burning water washing away the slimy invisible trails Dellicker had left on her body, all her insecurities and frustration and sorrow and anger spinning down the drain. It took her a half hour, but she finally emerged, feeling refreshed and, above all, clean. Eyree tucked herself onto her bed, nothing but a mattress and a pile of blankets on the floor, and pulled out her laptop. As if on cue, she received a call from her parents. The sight of her mother's raven colored hair and dark honey skin, so similar to her own, was so comforting. And her father's twinkling blue eyes and the scruff of dark auburn hair below his grinning mouth made Eyree want to cry with joy. "Hey babby, mat'," she greeted, a true genuine grin splitting her face. At the very first sound of her father's low, rumbling burr she wanted to explode into tears once again. But she didn't. Because she couldn't cry in front of her parents. Ever. 

Eyree talked with her parents, pausing for moments of noise that overtook the barracks they were staying in while located in Cambodia. Meanwhile, Eyree did her hair. She braided the slightly damp violet locks, deftly weaving in small, engraved golden discs into the braid. Her mother noticed the elaborate hair (or at least, much more elaborate than her usual ponytail) and squinted into the computer screen. "You going somewhere tonight?" she asked in her sonorous cutting voice. Eyree grinned. "Yep. A party." Her mother made a noise in her throat. "Hmmmm. With alcohol?" "Yep." "And boys?" "Of course." Another noise back in her throat. Finally, after a moment of silence, her mother spoke again. "You know, if you quit gymnastics, you might actually grow some boobs and get a boyfriend." Eyree barked a laugh, her sides shaking quietly in laughter. "Sorry, mam, but that's not going to happen any time soon." Her mother snorted and grunted in response. 

All too soon, their conversation was over, and Eyree's elaborate braid jingled with the tiny discs. They had been a gift from her mother's family when she was born. They were beaten gold and engraved in Hebrew letters around the edges, reading "Grace" "Beauty" and "Strength". Now, what to wear. Eyree's wardrobe was severely limited. Leotards took up most of her closet space, equaled only by her vast collection of sweat pants and leggings. She owned only a handful of dresses, the rest of her wardrobe consisting of crop tops and shorts or anything that would show off her trim athletic figure. She had no doubt there would be all manner of skimpily dressed girls, knocking back beers and flirting overtly. And no doubt there would be equally as many horny teenage boys seeking to take advantage of these sloppy girls who hadn't bothered to wear underwear under their body-hugging dresses. Besides, nothing she wore would ever make her thighs look any skinnier or make her bosom grow a few tantalizing sizes. So she donned leather leggings and a simple white tank, throwing her violet braid over her shoulder.

Twenty minutes later, exactly a minute before 6:00 tolled, Eyree drove through the gates. She parked a few blocks away and, still bare foot, padded her way towards the house hosting this rambunctious soiree. It wasn't hard to find, all pulsing lights and booming music. She stepped through the door, quickly weaving to the side to avoid running into a stumbling already drunk girl. Smirking, Eyree shook her head. It seemed no one at this school could drink! When Eyree had first arrived at Kingdom Crest, her name had quickly circulated, thanks largely to her gymnastic abilities. It wasn't long before a coffee-haired freshman Eyree found herself invited to a party with all manner of beer and Tequila and alcohol. The quarterback of the football team, the then-Senior Joshua Hall (who prided himself on being such a heavyweight), had challenged the petite girl to a competition: a shot competition. The alcohol had started flowing and both were ten shots in when Joshua had leapt to his feet and made it just in time to the sink before his stomach emptied itself. Eyree had stood, smiling, and walked a perfectly straight line into the living room of the house where beer pong had been set up.

The next day, Joshua had come up to her, a glimmering curiosity in his eyes. How on earth did you do that? he managed to spit out. She had grinned deviously, cocking her head to the side. "Please, honey," she had drawled. "I'm Russian. I've been drinking Vodka with my meals since I was eight years old." The stunt had earned her the coveted title of "Shot Goddess" among Kingdom Crest and it was almost always a given that Eyree would be a fixture at any party. Especially a party with alcohol. She drifted into the kitchen, perusing the selection of drinks. "Hmmmm, nothing much but beer," she mused. Good thing she had brought her own alcohol, she thought with a smirk. Lifting a couple fifths of Vodka from her bag, she squeezed them onto the table with all the other drinks. She wasted no time in pouring herself some orange juice and vodka and began to wander around the house. The room that served as the dance floor was beginning to look pitiful. Most of the girls were already shitfaced and their attempts at grinding were slovenly and halfhearted, much to the dismay of their male counterparts.

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Location: Frey and Kevyn's Party
Thoughts: 'I wish I could dance like that...'
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     Harley had to bite the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't smirk at Leighton. He was obviously trying to be the center of attention for the females in the room. But to Harley, that only made him seem desperate. In the corner of her mind, she did feel some sympathy for the poor fellow. He didn't have someone to share this night with, so he had to take whatever he could get. Her opinion of him only increased when he made a small comment about her being beautiful. But even then it sounded like it wasn't directed towards her, but directed towards Jessica in a way so he could butter her up with compliments. Harley took a few quiet seconds to compose herself so she wouldn't roll her eyes at the british male. He did, however, become useful because he pointed Harley towards the place she really wanted to be: near the alcohol. Harley knew the saying 'Drink beer before liquor, never sicker. But liqour before beer, never clearer.' so if she drank beer now, she wouldn't be able to drink any hardcore drinks later. But as her eyes scanned the room, she noticed that almost everyone had only beers. There probably wasn't anything stronger provided.

 Harley's shoulders slumped as she left Jessi to walk over to the blue cooler to pick her poision. Her hand settled on a small can of what seemed like average beer, nothing fancy. She popped the can open and let the first sip of alcohol fall into her mouth. It was disgustingly bitter, but bearable cold. She finished the can in five gulps and reached for another, her stomach already feeling warm.
It wasn't a secret that Harley was the 'white girl wasted' character of the parties. Her body had a low tolerance for the substance due to her intense athletic training schedule. So when she refreshed herself with a minimum amount of three beers she tended to become buzzed rather quickly. Harley decided to take her second can slower as she scanned the room of the party.
A hip-hop tune that encouraged close dancing had begun. She saw the females of the room start to grind on each other and her face flushed. Her eyes darted to Jessi and she couldn't help but wonder if Jessica was the type of girl to dance like that. Harley was...after a couple cans of beer. She abandoned her thoughts as she took a couple more sips, noticing two nerdy looking people observing the party. She smiled at the two of them and tipped her second can of beer back, finishing it. With two empty cans in her hand, she began to reach for her third, already feeling the effects of the alcohol sinking in.

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Location: Backed up against the wall
Thoughts: 'She's no Sage, but she's a cute one.'
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     "Are you enjoying yourself?" Joe heard someone say to him. He dipped his gaze to see a small girl with hair as red as Superman's cape. She also had on a tight, casual outfit that almost color coordinated with his own. He offered the girl a smile before picking out his response.
     "I've always been the type of person who just observes. I don't like to put myself out there. With that in mind, I am enjoying myself. Surprisingly." he chuckled to the girl. He noticed she was drinking a can of beer like it was a can of soda pop. If she shared his thoughts on alcohol, he knew she probably wasn't as refreshed as she'd like to be. If she stopped drinking the drink and showed her distaste with the object, he would probably go off to find her something more appropriate for her. But, for the time being, he decided to keep to his cozy post on the wall. He let his eye sight leave the girl as he watched Harley approach the blue cooler and help herself. His mouth turned into a frown as he witnessed the girl who was rumored to get drunk fast help herself to the alcohol. He shook his head to get his hair out of his face before turning back to the girl who had enough courage to approach a complete stranger. He admired her courage and decided to help her out. "My name is Joe, by the way. May I have the pleasure of knowing yours as well?" he asked. It wasn't the most unique conversation starter, but they couldn't talk as strangers for long. Besides, based on the way she carried herself, he had a feeling her name would be enough to cover his lack in creativity.

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Location: Home
As if I'd go upstairs now, I'm having fun.
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Still taking sips out of the can, Kevyn listened intently to what the guy had to say.  It was as if he were narrating the most defining trait that she had carried with herself all her life. Never before had she met someone like this, other than Freyjakiu, but she didn't count since Frey enjoyed being out there and watching events as well. Neither did her online friends, for she had never met any of them in reality. "You don't understand how much I relate to you on that topic. But, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." One more sip of the can sent Kevyn into despair as she realized that her drink was done. Eyeballing the can with disgust, she crushed it with her hands, turning it into an elliptical mass of aluminum. Across the room was a waste basket, and because she was in a conversation, Kevyn decided to just put it in from where she stood. Tossing the can over, up, and into the wastebasket, she was met with a few cheers from spectators.  Turning back to the guy she was talking to, she listened as he stated his name and asked for hers as well. 'Joe. That's kinda cool.' She thought, as she stated her name back. "The name's Kevyn, good sir. My cousin runs this party and she runs the house when my parents are out, despite not even belonging here." Speaking of her cousin, where was she? Glancing about the room, she spotted her cousin within a circle of seniors, chatting and doing all that senior type stuff. 

Kevyn stared at Frey for a few seconds before Freyjakiu actually noticed. Her cousin raised an eyebrow, and Kevyn mouthed at her 'A drink from the blue cooler.' Her cousin's eyebrow raised even higher, as if she was asking Kevyn 'Are you sure?' The redhead nodded, and all Freyjakiu had to do was snap her fingers at one of the kids, gesture to the blue cooler, and bing-bada-boom the same refreshment had appeared in her hand within thirty seconds. Turning back to Joe, she glanced down at the can and saw that what she had been drinking all this time was not soda. It was beer, which explained the bitter starting taste. Scowling, Kevyn thought about it for a while. 'One more. Then I'm done.' She cracked open the can  and took a sip, reveling in the familiar taste. Looking up from a the can and making eye contact with Joe, Kevyn grinned, continuing the conversation. "I recognize you as some kind of music loving guy. What do you think about the music here?" The loud, blaring, consistently mainstream music made Kevyn want to cuddle underneath her bed and never come out until humanity had improved. "Personally, I think it sucks."

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Location: The Cafe --> Kev's House
Status: Driving
Thoughts: Hope I'm not too late!

"The pleasure was all mine," she smiled as he helped her up, thinking about how corny and cliche that sentence was. "I will, Mr. Heartbreaker," she playfully winked, folding the napkin and placing it in her jeans pocket. Ehh.. I better hurry up before the guards lock me out! She thought, walking briskly to the sales counter to order smoothies for Sam and Kevyn and the tea and muffin for Sage. Everyone likes smoothies, right? she asked as she made the order. While she waited for the barista to fill the order, she retrieved her phone from her pocket and sent a text to Sage.

To: Sage Sensei :3
From: Dee
Don't worry about paying me back, it's on me! Tell Sammie I hope he likes smoothies!
Message sent!

A few minutes later, the barista came with the smoothies, tea and muffin. Delilah used her debit card to pay for the purchase and left the store. The pizza should be ready by now.. she thought as she struggled a little with all the stuff in her hands. When she reached the entrance a guy from a near by table stood up to open the door. "Why thank you kind sir!" she smiled, to which he replied with a nod as he held the door open. Delilah carefully placed the things on the roof of her car while she unlocked her sky blue car and placed the drinks into the cup holders and the muffin in the passenger seat. She got in and within a few seconds was speeding off to pick up the pizzas, which didn't take much time. She glanced at Sage's last text and said the address to herself several times before heading towards Kevyn's house.

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     Joe chuckled when the girl he was talking to threw her can in to the nearby trashcan. Maybe she's an athlete? Basketball? he thought and smiled. But his smile faded when she turned back and told him her own name. It made Joe's thoughts turn when she said her name was Kevyn. Had her parents wanted a boy, so they named her a boys name? Joe had a couple of female friends with the same problem. He had empathy with his friends because almost every time they had a substitute teacher, he called them 'Mr', which in turn rose giggles directed towards them for something they couldn't control. But his thoughts were interrupted as he saw someone give Kevyn a new drink. So much for the chivalry I had in mind. 
     His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the girl. She seemed confident, yet she withdrew herself from the company of others on purpose. But even as she did that, she rocked a vivid hairstyle that was sure to get attention. It seemed like she was a walking oxymoron. But Joe decided to stop thinking too much and just enjoy her company.
     "I hate to say since this is your house, but I agree with you. The music does suck. But I doubt the girls on the dance floor would know how to dance to something else." he said. Joe had meant it to come off as a joke, but then realized it could be taken as a smart ass comment. That was something he was commonly accused of being: a smart ass. He brought his hand up to move his hair away and turned his gaze away from Kevyn, suddenly feeling like an asshole.

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The can wasn't emptied as quickly as it was before. Kevyn made sure to take tiny tiny sips at a time, just to savor the taste of the alcholic drink. Who knew that this was the reason people became alcoholics? What was she thinking? You're not supposed to drink alcohol underage. With every tiny sip that she took, the rational part of her brain shrank, and shrank, and shrank, until it was no more. She listened to Joe speak, telling her that he felt bad about giving her his opinion about the crappy music.

It didn't matter if it were her house or not, Kevyn would still prefer people telling her the truth rather than lie to her, even if she'd do the exact opposite. The music here was terrible, it made her want to puke. Hardcore rap was both female degrading and untasteful, and pop music was just too mainstream to comprehend. But then again, if she had it her way, she'd play the Zelda theme back-to-back. No mercy. "Well, sometimes you just gotta go with majority rules." She shrugged, Frey was probably only thinking of the party goers rather than herself.

He made this comment about the small range of the female's dancing skills, and although it was smart-assed, it was hilarious. "Dude. You are honestly one of the funniest guys that I've met. I'm serious." She drank from the can once more and wiped some of the excess with her cardigan's sleeve. "What brought you here in the first place? I don't see you as the time of guy who'd enjoy this type of hanging out."

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The tealette had ditched all of the serving and greeting she had been doing for a while and left it to her helpers. Seeing that she was free, many of the attendees, both sober and drunk, took the oppurtunity to surround her and congradulate her on a job well done. Frey had played off her achievement, saying that it was 'no big deal,' and she was 'glad she had help,' (she sent a wink at her watching helpers as she said this part.) But soon she got bored. They were all trying to grab her attention, males being complete fools and the girls complimenting her outfit.

Speaking of her outfit, it was terrible. She had managed to pick one of the many dresses she had in her closet out and find stockings, boots, and a hat to match. It wasn't until she looked into the mirror that she realized how terrible the decision was. The outfit was completely black, no color at all, and made her look like some skeleton undertaker, not a raging party host. But it was too late to change, for Leighton had arrived and if she changed while he was downstairs, he might either sneak up for a peek or detonate the entire house.

Thinking about her terrible decision, Freyjakiu didn't notice the addition to her group until she lookedup. "Oh, hey Luna." The friend of hers and complimented her outfit, but Frey knew that it was genuine. "I guess I look alright, 'Sexy Skeleton' isn't my look, but oh well." Some of the other people in the group started trying even harder to win her attention, so Freyjakiu took hold of Luna's wrist. "I apologize, but I gotta talk to her alone." Dragging her to the kitchen, Freyjakiu took out a box of crackers and began eating from it. "Sorry, they were starting to annoy me. Anyways, this party turned out a bit better than I thought it would."

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The truth of the matter was, Jessi wasn’t a drinker—and she found girls who drank obsessively unattractive, one of the reasons why she hadn’t dated a single girl since her arrival a Kingdom Crest—they all seem to love alcohol a bit too much for her taste. But this was a party and Jessi was confident that Harley would want a drink to a least loosen up, the girl looked stiffer than a nailed board.
She watched the interaction between Leighton and Frey, who she flashed one of her charming smiles at and gave her a quick wave. Frey had always been one of those girls that Jessi thought she could actually get along with on a friendship level—something about her style reminded Jessi of her childhood friend back home. Shifting her cinnamon orbs to the direction the cerulean haired female pointed, Jessi slipped her way through the already crowded house after Harley, who seemed to be in a hurry to get to the cooler.

By the time Jessi reached Harley, the girl was reaching for a third can of beer, causing the ebony female to raise an eyebrow in well…amusement. She wasn’t one to take advantage of girl without their permission but as she watched the athletic body lean down,  her eyes followed—caressing each curve without laying a finger on Harley. It was as if they female was begging for it in Jessica’s mind and as she made her way to stand right behind the bent surfer blonde, her slender fingers lying dormant on the toned thighs that were exposed, the curly haired beauty concluded she would give her just what she asked for.

”What do you want more, another beer, or my attention?” Jessica asked her date while slowly bringing her slender frame on top of Harley’s, pressing herself against the female. Slowly her hand crept up from her smooth thighs and up trailed up to her flat stomach before slowly dropping to curl her fingers around Harley’s taking the beer away from her. With the beverage in her hand, Jessica straightened her body into a standing form, popping the beer tab as she walked towards where all the dancing was taking place, leaving the pretty blonde there to wrap her mind around what had just occurred.

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“Your knight, huh?” Sage said, her usual soft monotone voice having a hint of beguilement, showing that Sam had actually made her laugh—internally. This proved to be even more difficult than usual when she shifted her chocolate orbs his way, seeing that ridiculous expression he wore with his eyebrows wiggling about. Switching her eyes back towards the road, she couldn’t control the smile that crossed her pale pink lips.
 
Thinking about his words about wearing dresses, Sage stole a quick glance down at the dress that adorned her body. He was right about one thing—she didn’t wear them. Especially one of this distinctive caliber—it hugged the little bit of curves that Sage tried to hide and they seem to accentuate her creamy pale legs.  It wasn’t that Sage didn’t like the dress, when she was home alone she wore this type of clothing all the time—no one was there to see her and when she had company over she quickly changed. That’s what I should have done. Sage thought as she made a right turn around the curve that led to her old community’s front gate. 

”You sound absolutely mesmerizing, Sammy.” Sage announced as she pulled up to the front gate, her tires coming to a complete stop, Sage looked passed the gate and over to the luxurious homes, her mind drifting back to the night she stood in all black, the burning embers of the fire highlighting her shocked yet pleased face as the community’s lounge burned to the ground.  She could still remember being whirled around and coming face to face with enraged mother who drug her off. The next two weeks Sage spent the entire time in the house, cleaning out her “stash” that her mother demanded her to see. It was a sad time for the quiet raven-haired girl…she had to start all over on her experimenting.

A sigh of regret left her mouth, her chocolate orbs looking down in sadness before the gate was opened for her to drive in—the guard not even bothering to see who it was (he had grown weary of all the high school students).  When the pulled up in front of Kevyn’s house, Sage was hesitant to open the car door, her hand pausing at the handle. She wasn’t here for the party, that was true—but she didn’t want to actually have to interact with anyone except for the people she was comfortable with—plus did she really want to get out of the car dressed in such a manner?  These questions were running through her mind but she pushed them aside and pushed opened the muscle car door, and stepped out. Luckily for her there weren’t many people loitering outside of the house, which meant that the unique raven-haired female wouldn’t draw any attention.

“Come on, my damsel.”  Sage retorted with a small smirk on her innocent face as she took hold of Sam’s wrist, leading him into the jam packed house where her tender eardrums were met with the blasting sound of music she wouldn’t be caught dead listening to.  Once they entered the threshold of the masses—what Sage liked to call the unruly bunch of children—she released her grip on Samuel's hand. She wasn’t sure if he was going to toss himself into the wild crowd (something she was quite certain he could do) or if he was going to do what she planned to—find Kevyn.  It didn’t take her long to find her red-haired friend who was occupying herself by talking to a familiar face—Joe Brooks. Walking up to both of her rather odd friends who seem to stand out, she gave a simple smile as she raised her hand, giving them her usual wave.

”See. I came.” She announced to Kevyn—if it wasn’t for her distinct like for her nerdy friend and of course her love to torture her with her words, Sage would have stayed home. Turning her chocolate orbs to Joe, she struck her well-known pose of tilting her head to the side and striking a gaze with her chocolate orbs that appeared to be looking right through the person, adding a raised eyebrow.

“I didn’t know you were coming, Joe. Are you here for our geek fest? Oh… reminds me...Dee is bringing pizza.” Sage said loud enough over the music so that Kevyn could hear her. She hoped that would at least retreat to somewhere quieter, or with a better taste of music—she honestly didn’t understand how anyone understood a word that was being said in the lyrics, they were downright…revolting but as she let her eyes drift about, Sage was certain that they didn’t even hear any of the words that were being said—just the beat that moved their sweaty bodies.

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    Joe breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Kevyn agree with him instead of reprimanding him for speaking his opinion. And although the petite, red head didn't laugh she called him funny. The compliment made him look at the girl incredulously. It was one of the few compliments he had ever received, and that number decreased when he included the fact that it had been given by a girl. This made Joe look at Kevyn in a whole different light. It seemed that she was one of the few who actually understood his type of humor and didn't take it personally. To be painfully honest, the only other girl who did that was Sage; and it was one of the reasons he had fallen for her so quickly and helplessly. His cheeks were tainted red and as he looked into the eyes of Kevyn, trying to see if there was something more to her than what was really one the surface. But before he could begin to observe her, she had asked him a question that he had hoped to avoid answering all together.
     The reason why, of course, was because the he came in hopes of miraculously bumping into Sage and trying to sweep her off her feet. In reality, he rarely came to these sorts of parties. A party that he would enjoy is when a group of 6 all stayed together to watch movies and have a good time. Especially if it included superhero movies; DC ones being all the better. He wasn't the average teenage horny boy. He didn't show up to parties to lean against the wall and drool as girls grind with each other in barely any clothes. He didn't come to show off his drinking skills--although he didn't have any to begin with--and gain approval from drunken idiots. It was humorous to him that in the few minutes the two of them had spoken she had already figured this out about him. Maybe I'm more of an open book than I thought I was. He searched the back of his mind for an answer that was truthful, but wasn't entirely the truth. He let his blue eyes study the can of alcohol as her finally picked a suitable answer. 
     "You're right. It's not really my type of thing. I'd rather be at home strumming my guitar until my fingers ache and are covered in callouses. But I sort of figured, why not? Besides, it's somewhat surprising to see how people's true characters come out when encouraged by a bit of alcohol."
     Again, Joe hoped that she didn't misunderstand what she was saying and thought he was directly referring to her since she was drinking beer. Besides, she didn't seem like the type of girl who would get wasted. If anything, she'd only be buzzed enough to really enjoy herself. He was planning to return to his initial intention of observing her more closely when a movement near the other side of the room caught his eye. And when he turned, his eyes were met with chocolate ones that stole his breath away. Eyes that he could tell who they belonged to, even from a mile away.
     And, when he finally turned his gaze away from Sage's eyes, they traveled down to what she was wearing. When it absorbed, Joe thought his heart may have stopped for a few moments from the shock. 
     Sage was wearing a tight, curve hugging dress that strayed from her normal get up. Yet, even though this was abnormal, it seemed to scream her personality just as every other outfit he has ever seen her wear. It look like it was a Lolita style dress that had enticing lace patterns that whispered touch me. Goosebumps filled his skin as he realized she was more beautiful than any other girl in the room. 
     If Joe had thought his heart stopped when he saw her, it immediately kicked back up when he saw Sage wave and head over towards him. No, he reprimanded himself, them. She's coming towards Kevyn. Joe had saw Sage with Kevyn a handful of times, but the small face and red hair never really clicked until that very moment. Joe's cheeks, that were still tinted from the compliment moments ago, flushed as he watched the dress's skirt caress Sage's pale thighs with every movement of her legs. He was completely and utterly underneath her spell.
     That was, until, Joe saw that Sam was following behind Sage like a male dog in heat. Oh, how the sight of Sam set Joe's blood to a boil. Everyone knew that Sam and Sage had grown attached to the hip and Joe was extremely jealous. He had always remained in the 'not-even-a-friend' zone whereas this boy just fluffed his curly hair and smiled and gained the role that he had worked so hard to try and gain. He tried to keep his mood light, but whenever Sam was around, it seemed that a black cloud followed and put Joe down even in his best of days. The only ray of sunshine that shined through was when he heard Sage utter his name. He immediately stopped staring at Sam to meet Sage's entrapping eyes. Geek fest? he thought with curiosity. Joe shook his head and turned to both females looking for an explanation. It seemed that his tongue suddenly lost it's ability to utter even a word.

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Thankfully Leigh-Ann had made it home before the rush of students flooded the front gate of Kingdom Heights. As she entered her prestigious neighborhood, her ash grey eyes made contact with the house that would be causing a ruckus this evening and she gave an eye roll.  Even though she didn’t like that blue-haired wannabe Goth, Leigh-Ann would have attended the party—it was some kind of hidden code in Kingdom Crest—everyone went to the parties, even the people you wouldn’t dare socialize with in public, it was just how things went.

When she entered her home, she was not in the least bit surprised to find the grand home absolutely empty. It was a sad feeling really—walking into a magnificent house, but only hearing the echoes of your own shoes against the marvelous wooden floor—the house an empty vessel that you simply laid your head down at night.  That’s exactly how Leigh-Ann felt every time she came home—empty.  Walking through the massive corridor, she peered into the large sitting room, hoping that maybe she was wrong this time and her mother would be sitting there looking out the bay window with her dark golden locks pulled out of her face. But when the high-school beauty peered into the room, she saw an empty chair and the wine-colored curtains pulled closed.  

Leigh-Ann didn’t bother to check the rest of the rooms on the first floor like she used to when she was a little girl who wanted to share a flower she found outside with her mother, or to show her father a scrape she achieved from climbing the tree in the back yard. No, she was much too old for that now and she had learned to face reality—her parents were too busy counting their money to care about what was going on in their daughters’ lives.  

When she reached the second floor that held the bedrooms, she knocked on her sister’s room door to see if she was in. With no answer, Leigh-Ann decided that she would hop in the shower and get ready  for her friendly meeting with Nazario. As she stripped down and discarded her clothing in the hamper that went straight down to the laundry room, Leigh-Ann pondered over the encounter that had occurred in the hall, a small blush coming across her exotic facial features. I didn’t mean to kiss him, it just happened. Leigh-Ann told herself as she entered her enormous bathroom, flipping on the switch so that the washroom could be illuminated. I mean, Victor is in the hospital and we just got back together. Why am I evening going out with Nazario tonight? I should be sitting with Victor at the hospital. Opening the shower door and closing the it behind her, she turned the water on so that the shower would erupt with life, the warm water caressing her flesh. But I enjoyed it…his lips were so soft against mine… Leigh-Ann began to lather herself in her favorite scented bath wash that smelled of sweet honeysuckles. God, what am I doing?! How can I get back with Victor while I’m thinking about Naz? Her mind continued to wonder even as she washed her honey-blonde tresses and rinsed her body off of any lingering soap. After rinsing the shampoo from her hair, Leigh-Ann exited the shower, wrapping a towel around her frame.

It didn’t take her too long to ready herself, or perhaps she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts of battling emotions that she didn’t realize that time had passed so quickly. By the time the clock read thirty minutes after five, Leigh-Ann was putting the finishing touches to her outfit by slipping into her shoes.  It was quite chilly out and she didn’t think a scantily clad would be appropriate—plus she wanted this to look like a friendly outing, nothing more.

Chosen Ensemble:

Running a hand through her tresses, Leigh-Ann groaned out in annoyance—she was priming herself! She had just spent nearly an hour washing, dressing, and now staring at herself in the mirror to make sure that she looked flawless, and for what? An Italian native that she couldn’t shake from her memory.  Bringing the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, Leigh-Ann let out a sigh as she remembered how his lips caressed her own, the smallest jolt of electricity coursed down her body and chilled her spine. It wasn’t even a full blown-kiss yet she never experienced such a sensation, not even with Victor..

Her vivid image and memories of Nazario seemed to come to a crashing halt as the name of her boyfriend entered her mind. Victor. She was daydreaming about another male while her lover laid dormant in a hospital bed, probably bored out of his mind…then again Leigh-Ann was certain that that girl was there. What was her name? Jane, wasn’t it? Leigh-Ann didn’t bother to remember after she had actually laid eyes on the girl. She was nothing special, at least not to Leigh-Ann, and therefore she didn’t see her as “completion” for Victor’s affection. Still, she could interrupt whatever chat they were having, if she was there breathing down his throat.

To:Victor
From: Leigh-Ann
Do they still have you locked up? ;P
Message delivered.

Leigh-Ann sent the teasing message to him, keeping her eyes on the screen to see if he would respond back, but she quickly decided that watching her phone was just a sign of guilt and desperation. Tossing it into the purse she intended to use for the evening, she slung it over her shoulders and headed out of her room and downstairs, wanting to at least hear Nazario’s knock on the front door whenever he arrived

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Her can was empty in no time, for Kevyn started to speed up the flow of alcohol coming into contact with her windpipe. She needed to stop. As in now. If she didn't stop now, she'd never stop. If she never stopped she'd risk her parents finding out. If her parents found out she'd be sent to rehab. If she's sent to rehab, she wouldn't be able to play games or keep up in school. If she didn't keep up in school, she'd end up failing. If she failed-

'No. Stop it. Stop it now.'

Her mind ached with fast paced thoughts, but then they all stopped. It was as if the alcohol finally realized what it was and started taking control. Soon, the redhead felt a strong buzz coming on, a feeling she had never felt before. 'I'm enjoying myself, I shouldn't put an end to pleasure.' Feeling a bit more energized, she quickly picked up on Joe's voice speaking to her. Kevyn didn't look up, she looked down and fiddled with the empty can. "This isn't even my thing either. Before I came down, I was in my room upstairs doing some math. It's never too late to polish up on your skills." He spoke about alchohol and it revealing the true people underneath, and Kevyn quickly chucked the can into the trash bin. The alcohol would reveal her gaming card addiction, and the methods she used to get them. Smiling sheepishly, she looked up to see Joe's face bright red. Raising an eyebrow, she then watched it flush a bit more. The redhead started to panick. "Oh, are-are you choking?" She then heard a familiar voice behind her and turned around. 

It was Sage.

"Oh, hey Sage, glad you showed up! Just talking to Joe over here!" The redhead noticed Sage's fanciful and flattering attire and immediately felt a bit overpowered by the frilliness of the outfit. Kevyn would not be caught dead in it, but with Sage's sense of style, it complimented her beautifully. "You look great, Sage!" Following up behind was Samuel, and Kevyn had to admit, she was expecting Delilah as well. But alas, no redhair was within the group, other than her own. "Hey Sam!" She waved and flashed a smile at both.

"The Geek Fest is still on, though I must warn you, I've had two drinks." Her laughter filled the area, being a bit covered by the blaring music, but still there. But it immediately ceased when she heard the mention of her favorite food. "Did. You. Just. Say. Pizza?!" Kevyn began jumping up and down and up, shouting at Sage hurredly. "Tell Delilah to hurry up, I don't like it cold!" She composed herself after a few seconds and turned to Joe, who looked a bit confused.

"I bet you're wanting an explantion. Sage, judging by it you've met her, and Samuel, are my two close friends. We're all Gurus, you see, but Samuel's more of the tech one, Sage is the Logical one, and more of the Gamer geek." The description fitted them all to a tee, especially when Sage preferred speaking reasonably, Samuel was practically infatuated with the computer lifestyle, and Kevyn had a Nintendo and Playstation shrine in her closet. "Speaking of the Geek Fest, we can't have it here, so are we going up in my room for that?"

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Delilah took the two boxes of pizzas and carefully piled the drinks on top of them. The pizzas were still very warm because she turned the seat warmers on while the pizzas were resting on the passenger seat. She pushed the door closed with her hip and locked it with the lock button on her keys. She carefully made her way to the house. The yard wasn't littered with any party go-ers so Delilah assumed that everyone was inside. Some people were still coming and many of them looked good in their party clothes and for once Delilah felt really under-dressed. Maybe I should've changed into something more... presentable... she reflected. Ah well, what's done is done! When she entered the house she received many weird stares. No I didn't come for this party.. she thought as she tried to ignore the stares and went towards the other end of the room. She finally spotted a familiar red head, along with Sage and Samuel and another boy she hadn't seen before.

"Hey guys!" she said loud enough to be heard over the blaring party music. "I see the Geek Fest hasn't officially started yet since everyone is down here," she observed. "Nice dress, Sage." she complimented. She wouldn't wear the dress herself because there was too much black but it seemed to fit Sage quite nicely, the contrast between the dark dress and her friend's pale, porcelain skin. "Can you guys help me with these things, they're getting kind of heavy," she gestured towards the food and drinks in her hands. "I hope you like smoothies!" she added to Sammie and Kev since she wasn't entirely sure on what to get them.