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When she was on set this summer, she remembered endless boy talk with her fellow costar. Isn't he cute? Oh my god, he's freakin' gorgeous. And even [i]he's so pretty I wanna cry.[/i] But when her friend had asked Wren what her type had been, she blanked on an answer. She thought she didn't have one. Her first crush had been the dorkiest Dexter look-alike (the one with the lab, not the serial killer), and then she got over him and pined for this Brazilian exchange student in her acting class. She seemed to be attracted to different sorts of people with no common denominator at all. But right then and there, as she looked at blue eyes that reminded her of clear skies, adorably unruly dark hair, and—excuse the drool—perfectly muscular frame, Wren knew she was wrong. She did have a type.

As Wren felt herself being pulled up by Mr. Hawthorne (when did he get here again?), she snapped out of her daze and gradually regained her bearings. Oh, right. She just fell, didn't she? It took her a while to properly comprehend that it was the vice principal helping her up and the principal she started daydreaming about. Her cheeks flushed slightly, then even more so when she realized she was still staring the incredibly off-limits new principal. She barely registered when Mr. Hawthorne spoke, although her ears picked up the compliment (shut up, that's not being shallow; she just liked having people appreciate all her hard work with her appearance). It didn't matter anyway, because she was pretty sure that wasn't actually directed at her. The VP was still looking at Principal Aldrin when said that, and [i]damn[/i], did she agree.

There was a very evident awkward tension between the three, which Wren would have found hilarious if it didn't involve her. The principal wasn't talking and she was starting to get secondhand embarrassment from the oldest Hawthorne son. She can't remember ever seeing him like this. Before she could even try to salvage the situation, he had already scurried off with the pan of cornbread in hand, leaving her and Principal Aldrin in stunned confusion.

Wren let out a slightly nervous laugh, feeling ashamed after it dawned on her that she'd just been blatantly checking her principal out. She was racking her brain for any possible topic of conversation that didn't begin with "you're really attractive," but she couldn't trust herself to speak. Luckily, he had spoken first and—oh. No way. Did he just…? Wren bit down on her lower lip to keep from smiling to widely like idiot. As if he wasn't already the closest thing to a Prince Charming, he just had to go and declare that one of the movies she starred in was a favorite of his. To Wren, that was one of the best compliment she could receive.

"I'd love to," Wren said, or at least she thinks she said it out loud. She was sort of in between fantasy and reality right now. 

Principal Aldrin left then, chasing after Mr. Hawthorne, and she just felt herself waving idly. She already forgot what she what she was supposed to be doing, although she was vaguely aware it involved Eliza… or was Acacia? Still distracted, Wren just continued to stare blankly at where Principal Aldrin was running off to, and didn't snap out of it until she heard a semi-familiar voice coming from behind her. Caught offguard, she could feel herself jumping slightly, but she had somehow managed to make it seem like a casual hop to address whomever it was that had spoken.

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen this side of Mr. Hawthorne before." The corner of her lips tugged upwards, but instead of looking like the practiced, sweetly disarming smile she meant to do, it looked more like a giddy girlish one as her thoughts went back to the principal. Then as she fully comprehended who he was (Jacob Rockwell, Potential tutor #1), she made a mental note to find a seamless way to nonchalantly bring up math and possible tutelages. 

"I see you've safely delivered your subs," she said, this time as Julie came to join their group. Wren welcomed her with a bigger grin. She and her roommate had gotten closer during the past week, past the point where she was comfortable enough to show Julie more of her unfiltered side, and she couldn't wait to tell her about her [i]principal[/i] revelation. Vlad (Human Calculator, Potential tutor #2) came next, throwing a friendly arm around her and Jacob, and again she was reminded of her dire need of math help, but she stubbornly pushed away all school thoughts until it actually began tomorrow. 

"Anyway, I'll tell you all about it later, Jules." she said, right as Acacia called for everyone's undivided attention. Wren was pleased. Let's just say, dunk tank + Principal Aldrin was probably Acacia's most brilliant idea yet. She allowed herself to stare (because everything was watching him anyway) up until Max got him out on his second try—[i]thank you very much[/i], Wallenburger.

Eliza approaching the little group that formed around them was definitely good timing, or she probably would have stared for far too long. Seeing Eliza made Wren aware of her appearance again—just like when in the presence of her mother, hoping it would make her proud, Wren liked being presentable when Eliza was around—and she had realized just how messy she must have looked. One hand had instinctively flown to her chest to dust off crumbs from her clothes while the other ran across her hair to take it out of its bun, all within a space of a second. 

Pleased, she smiled back at the older girl. "I should ask you that; I haven't seen you all week! And is that an amazing new car I spy?"