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Beyond the main gates and up above where the blinding flashes look like twinkling stars, Bellamy watched with growing unrest. She leaned against the railing of the balcony, chin propped on clasped hands and dreamy gaze drifting further into a world bent and shaped according to her whims. There, she stood alongside her fellow Caelbury students, surrounded by pesky paparazzi with their endless questions, being asked all at once so not a single one could be understood.

Bellamy wondered how she would handle a crowd like this. Would it be with the effortless grace of a seasoned celebrity, dancing across their pointed inquiries with the perfectly crafted responses—vague but sincere? Or would her temper flare after one paparazzo oversteps, accusing her of baseless transgressions, or worse, badmouthing the school she had come to dearly love in the short time she had been there.

It would be the latter, for sure, but she can pretend it's not.

Her eyes briefly refocused on the scene below when a familiar soft nest of black curls appeared. She felt her lips curl downward in sympathy: the ex-child star surely wouldn't like this one bit. Perhaps she could throw a flower pot across the street and distract the paparazzi for a good measure, give Sebastian Gable enough time to scurry away. She would get in trouble for it, but certainly nothing she couldn't manage.

Before she could carry out her plan, footsteps echoed behind her, signaling the end of her sightseeing.

It took him longer to find her than she had guessed.

[color=#30C4C9][b]"Would you believe my luck, Mr. Andrews?"[/b][/color] Bellamy asked, not bothering to turn around. She already knew who it was—it was always him—and she thought it made for a more dramatic confrontation. [color=#30C4C9][b]"You know, I wasn't supposed to return to the dorms until this morning. I asked Gran if I could come back a day early, begged her even, and she only conceded the day of. But anyway, I was just thinking… if I'd listened to Gran, then I would have arrived around this time. I would have experienced going through a sea of paparazzi."[/b][/color]

A wistful sigh, unnecessarily long and drawn, escaped her lips. The security guard couldn't help but sigh himself, although his was decidedly more exasperated-sounding. It came with eyes screwing shut and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. The sign of defeat. Poor Adam Andrews, hired as a security guard just four months prior, was still at the bottom of the food chain. That meant he didn't get to securely guard the Wealthy or the Gifted—just the lucky lottery winners. 

Like this noisy one.

"[i]Ms. Hart,[/i]" Adam interrupted, because she wouldn't stop otherwise. "You're supposed to stay in the auditorium."

[color=#30C4C9][b]"I suppose some people would think I was fortunate to have skipped this whole predicament, though. Sebastian Gable certainly would. But I wouldn't have minded a little intrigue to start my first full year here. It would set a nice precedent, don't you think?"[/b][/color] Bellamy carried on as though she hadn't heard him, but she followed Adam into the hallway and down two flights to the main foyer. From across the hall, she could see more familiar faces entering the double doors of the auditorium, all buzzing with excited chatter. Among them was a talented cinematographer, biting his nails again!

[color=#30C4C9][b]"Oh! There's Finn!"[/b][/color] Bellamy turned to give Adam Andrews a curtsy and a sheepish grin in parting, before racing inside in pursuit of her friend. [color=#30C4C9][b]"Thank you for escorting me here. I'm sure I'll see you again, Mr. Andrews."[/b][/color]

Bellamy was certain she heard him grumble a mildly exasperated "let's hope not" but she was sure he meant it as a fond quip.

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Finding Finn among the litter of students should have been a difficult feat, but Bellamy liked to think she had a special radar for her best friend. She scanned the crowd for but a couple of seconds before her hazel eyes locked onto the boy swiping away at his phone.

[color=#30C4C9][b]"Hey, you!"[/b][/color] Bellamy sidled over, plopping down unto the empty seat next to Finn. She nudged him with a shoulder and grinned in greeting. [color=#30C4C9][b]"So tell me. How did it feel like, being hounded by the paparazzi like that? Did you feel like a celebrity caught in a scandal?"[/b][/color]