Chantelle got close to Arya and whispered into her ear.
"Shhhh"
Caressing her leg, she grinned as she ran her fingers through Arya's hair before sitting back in her chair. Still caressing her leg as she smirked and bit her lip in triumph.

Arya pouted, glaring playfully at her,
"You're mean.. " she said softly

"I know"
Chantelle smiled softly before peering around and sighing, waiting for everyone to arrive.

(post?)

Amelie waited as long as she could before moving. She really couldn’t be bothered with other people’s crap today. She’d already seen some of her classmates smoking weed and knew today was going to piss her off. Five minutes before class started she threw some stuff in her locker and grabbed the things she needed (just her phone really), making it to the assembly just on time.

The assembly started just after she entered the room, so she quickly sat down in the only empty seat at the back of the hall. Great, she realised she had just sat next to the group she’d seen smoking weed this morning. Utterly fantastic.

Arya sighed, watching the assembly begin.

Derek and Nikki entered the assembly hall, they found seats in the back. Derek threw his feet over the empty seat in the front of him.

The head teacher entered and the hall fell silent.
"Welcome. New year, new start. We have some new staff, including Mr Gibbs..."

As the Headteacher spoke, Chantelle noticed the boy Derek from earlier and threw a paper ball at him and giggled before looking at Arya and James and winking before siling. The room looking bigger with each blink due to the weed and E mixing together. She felt great.

"...Right a few new rules, no sex in school, no drugs, no fires, no vandalism, no diddy dadling and refrain from gathering in the corridors. We have a great outside area. Last years final year made this college a bad place. The plan for today is after we call your name, you collect your folder with your timetable, tutor group and other important items. Then we will have an hour break for you to eat, explore the college, make friends or reconnect with friends. Then you will have tutor for the rest of the day with another hour break later in the day...."

Melinda sighed as she walked outside of her house and walked to her motorcycle getting inand going to college. As she was arriving it seemed that she was late. She parked taking off her helmet and ruffiling her hair a bit as she walked inside of the school, strutting her way to the Assembly. As she got there she satdow down raising a leg ontop of the other, waiting for this to finish. Melinda was wearing high waist jean pants with black combat boots a black corset and a black jacket.

Clyde walked into the the Assembly, as he looked around for a seat he had noticed he was a few minutes late. Clyde noticed a seat in the back corner of the room and sat down, trying to stay out of sight. Why am I even here, this is going to be so boring. He thought to himself listening to the head teacher. He sighed pulling up his hood, as if trying to conceal him self, and crossed his arms.
"Today's gonna be a long day..." He whispered to himself and sighed once more.

As peoples names began to be called out, she noticed Clyde and looked at James and Arya.
"Be right back, my best friends arrived"
With a cute yet sexy smile, she sneaked over to him as people collected their folders and sat beside him. And instantly hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"Shit Clyde what happened to you in summer? I couldn't contact you or nothing. I went to some wicked parties and took the usual drink and drugs but without you it felt a bit weird? I missed you"

Clyde was shocked at the sudden hug and kiss, he looked over at raised his hand a little waving it.
"Oh hey Chantelle, yeah sorry, I had a little mishap with my parents again. Wish I could have gone though." He nodded his head towards the others that Chantelle was sitting with, "Who are they? I don't remember them."
A few kids threw paper balls at Clyde laughing.
"Oh how I don't miss this hell hole at all." He pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb trying to hold back a headache.

"I met them today, seem nice actually. Or that might be because I gave them an E. Have a bunch left over from this rave. Stole them off some dodgy lad who tried sticking his tongue down my throat."
With a wink and a giggle, she looked around and death stared the guys who threw paper balls at Clyde and they turned back around. With a sigh, she faced him again and smiled.
"I am so glad I had a year away. After school, I needed a break. But it feels nice coming here strangely. Means I have something to do."
Slyly, she placed a pill in his hand and looked into his eyes.
"Anyway, your parents are dicks. Seriously. Major pricks. "

Clyde sighed putting the pill in his pocket, "Come on, you know I don't do this stuff outside of parties." He brushed some of his hair out of his face, "Anyway, yeah, my parents don't know what it means to 'get out of my life', during summer my dad came over to my apartment yelling at me about how 'he's disappointed in me' and how 'I shouldn't go to parties'." Clyde pulled out a smashed phone and showed it to Chantelle, "This is why you couldn't get a hold of me, my dad threw it out of my widow on one of his drunk rampages. And not only that, but now I'm going to be evicted from my apartment because of his drunk ass."

The telltale clop of her boots resonating swiftly, Erza made her entry into the assembly with a cold kick of the door open, casting a glare towards....well pretty much everyone as she took her seat as far back as possible, nonchalantly propping her feet onto the desk in front of her and jamming both earbuds in her ears, flipping through her MP3 until she decided on a bit of Metallica to start the day off. The sooner she could get out of this damn school, the better, especially for tonight, another gig at Duff's, and it was bound to be kickass! Bobbing her head back and forth, she sang along mentally with the pulse pounding lyrics of James Hetfield, Hear the cry of War! Louder than before! With his sword in hand to control the land! Crushing metal strikes on this frightening night! Fall onto your knees for the Phantom Lord!

Chantelle put her head on his shoulder and sighed, before hugging him and looking at him with a huge smile on her face.
"First thing, take it. Just for this exact moment. I wont do anymore in college if you don't. And two, come stay with me ? My mom and dad are out for the week and when they get back they wont care anyway. "
Brushing her hair from her face, she sat back up and started playing with his hair as other names were called out.

Clyde pulled out the pill and stared at it for a moment, sighing he took the pill and turned back towards Chantelle.
"If they really don't care, then I guess that's fine." He looked at all the people getting their names called, then nudged Chantelle, "You wouldn't mind coming over after this, oh so lovely school day, and helping me move would you, I don't want my parents to know where I am and I have yet to actually get a car." He sighs looking at his busted phone, "Oh and I need to get a new phone too."

Just as her MP3 shuffled randomly to some Butcher Babies, Erza noticed out of the corner of her eye some chick talking to this guy. She was....well Erza wasn't going to lie when she saw a chick she thought was hot, but just from her demeanor and the way this other girl carried herself, she seemed a bit...too easy for Erza. This would be the kinda girl she'd get in her bed for one night then forget the next, not really one to take up a serious relationship with people, rather just stick with one-night fucks. Shrugging her shoulders, she reached down in her Slipknot bag next to her desk and pulled out a sketchbook, flipping through pages she scrawled upon weird occult markings and tattoo designs, not to mention some anime characters here and there, until she found a blank page and began sketching. What she was sketching...that really depended on what her mood was, and now...it was bored as fuck.

Chantelle nodded and handed him a cigarette and got one out for herself.
"Of course hun. Meet me outside, I'll have a cig with you during our break. Our names will be called soon so just wait for me or ill wait for you by the field. "
Kissing on the cheek, her name got called and she walked over to Arya and James quick.
"I'm just seeing my friend, come find me ok?"
And she walked down the stairs, collecting her folder and winking at a few nerdy guys. She dropped her cig and picked it up, meaning a few people got a nice view of her underwear. After picking it up, she stood upright and walked to the field with her folder and lit up her smoke.

Erza merely rolled her eyes at the girl when she stood up, strutting her stuff as she made her exit and showing off, typical of girls like this. But if there's one thing Erza appreciated, it was that nice panty shot she, and maybe a few others, got from this preppy looking chick. A bit of a smirk crossed her lips, feeling a bit of an erotic twinge in a...certain area, but too soon did the feeling go away and she was back to scowling down with scrutiny at her own artistic masterpiece...or disasterpiece as she considered this...whatever the fuck it was. What she sketched without a single bit of attention paid to her sketchbook, it looked like something from an H.P. Lovecraft acid trip, some Hellish monstrosity with several tendrils ending in macabre, sharp appendages that could peel the flesh of many a tormented soul. As badass looking as it was...she figured she could do better. "Tch." Giving a huff of air, she stuffed the black leather sketchbook in her bag and stood up, slinging the bag carelessly over her shoulder and stepping out into the hall, just as she received a text from one of her bandmates, her rhythm guitarist, Candace or "Candy" as she liked to be called.

HEYOZ!! \m/ ^0^ \m/ Jamming out in the school gym! Get ur azz over here, prontoz!

<3 Candy~

Candy, always the cheery one of the bunch. Really they were all kinda distinct in their own way, but Erza would think of that later. Just a quick walk across the campus and she made it onto the bare hardwood floors of the gym, where the rest of her gang had already set up mics and stacked and tuned in all the amps, Chezza's drum set was already put together, Candy and Isabelle (or rather by her nick, Izzy) were tuning their guitars while Mercedes or Merc was jamming on her bass casually to something that sounded to Erza like the opening bass riff to Black Sabbath's "NIB".

"'Bout time you showed up, Erza-doll." Izzy was the first to quip upon seeing their frontwoman make a slow entry towards the center of the gym. "Classes get you held up again?" Erza replied with a roll of her eyes, "As always. That bald fuck never knows when to shut his fucking gob. Anyone got a cig?" Then Merc cut in after her little bass improv, "Oi! You can smoke later, black lungs!" Black lungs, real cheeky of Merc. "So you gonna sing or what? We been waiting on you all day, bitch!" Her band, well her included, they loved to fuck with eachother, throwing playful jests back and forth. Erza knew not to take anything these bunch 'a bitches said to heart, all just a bunch of salty cunts the band was, Erza included as she returned fire at Merc with an insolent sneer crossing her black lips, "I dunno, Mercy. Wanna give me a li'l tongue work to help me practice?" At this Merc only laughed, but her cheeks were burning bright red as she lifted her two fingers, waggling them suggestively, "How 'bout some of this?" before dropping one and leaving the old fashioned Fuck You hanging in midair. "Maybe after the show, love." Erza snickered, a bit of a feigned seduction dripping off her voice. "Hell I'll even fuck Candy afterwards." And at that Candy squeaked, her own cheeks deeply reddened, "Awww! Why the fuck you gotta pick on me?"

"Cause you're the cute one, Sweet Candy." Jokingly Izzy purred, slyly slipping her tongue across her lips, only to further embarrass the younger and easily flustered rhythm guitarist. All fun and games, yes, but really....Erza was kinda wondering what it would be like to sleep with Candy. After all, the 16 year old was pretty much the only member Erza didn't have in her bed, but with a shake of the thought, her mind was back on performing, "So we just gonna sit around and lick cunt or are we gonna fucking play?" She bellowed stomping over to the mic, everyone else taking up their instruments as Chezza, the quiet one...mostly due to her being mute...started the countdown with a few taps of the cymbals, and then....like a freak thunderstorm, the gym exploded with the fearsome roar of the band, the screaming power chords of the double axe attack, the galloping war horse beat of the bass, and the apocalyptic battle march of the drums, all culminating with the nefarious and demonic growls of Erza's signature vocals rattling through the amps. Pretty much, anybody walking by the gym or even a good distance from it could tell Hell was being raised by Visceral Decay.

Clyde sighed as his name was called. He got up and grabbed his folder and started heading towards the field, he had a bit of a disappointed look on his face, he had a high tolerance for drugs and nothing gave him the same feeling as it gave others. He pulled out the cigarette that Chantelle gave him, pulled out a zippo lighter and lit it. He smoked the cigarette as he walked out into the field. He spotted Chantelle and walked up to her.
"Hey, I'm here."