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Crestwood Hollow: The Interest Check

@Aeolian I'm so glad you like her!

@Almalthia You're too kind. Nice you see you, as well! ❤️

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Crestwood Hollow: The Interest Check

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: King's Academy
Interacting with: Julie Macmillan and April Foster}

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_{They ain't tryna' to see me shine, shine
Bullet on my time, time, but fuck it, I'll live forever}
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"Oh, so when I try to pair people together, all hell breaks loose... but the faculty can just go and steal my ideas?"

To say that Chanel Martin was excited about her last High School homecoming dance would be a bit of an understatement; in fact, the young woman had started searching for the perfect dress and matching accessories months before school had even started. It wasn't until a couple of weeks before, however, that she decided to stop browsing online shops and to just go ahead and piece together her own dress instead. After all, Chanel was probably never going to find the perfect ensemble she was hopelessly searching for online, and she had just enough experience with a sewing machine to create something that suited her perfectly. Now, a week before the dance, Chanel had everything: the bright orange hair, the beautiful black dress, the death-defying high heels. All that Chanel was missing was a date. After everything that went down with Marcus Donaldson a month before, Chanel decided that she wanted to focus all of her time and energy on maintaining a high GPA, improving her dance skills, and preparing for cheer tryouts. Finding a date to homecoming was no longer a priority; she figured she wouldn't need a date, anyway, as long as she had her girls to tag along with.

But as Chanel sat in her extremely uncomfortable seat, nestled right in between April Foster and Julie Macmillan, her neutral facial expression instantly turned to one of immense panic as Mrs. Sanders announced just why the entire Senior class had been called into the auditorium that afternoon. "Oh, shit..." Chanel muttered in response to Julie's comment, "What are we, District Twelve? Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke." But as the theater teacher continued on to draw names from the two large bowls, Chanel came to the sudden realization that this wasn't some big prank; she was really about to be forced to attend the dance with some random guy in her class. See, Chanel was perfectly fine with helping Julie set other people up, but she wasn't down with letting it be done to her.

After hearing the first pairing, Chanel couldn't help but let out a snicker as she nudged her best friend in the arm. "Sort of funny how you were trying to pair him with Martha last month, and now he's your homecoming date." Soon to be announced were April Foster and Kavi Salvador, to which Chanel simply shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. "That's going to be a very... interesting date, to say the very least. Good luck with that, girl." The next couple of pairings were honestly a bit of a blur for Chanel; she was listening carefully to find out exactly who it was that she'd be partnered with. The only pairing she did happen to catch before hers, however, was Aaliyah King and someone whose last name was Reyes. "We just have to work our magic on her for homecoming, Julie," the woman whispered excitedly, "You know, invite her with us to pick out dresses or something since we have yet to conduct our little experiment."

Finally, Mrs. Sanders picked Chanel's name from the large bowl, and upon hearing who she'd be attending homecoming with, Chanel simply couldn't mask her confused expression. "Mr. Henderson..." the young woman trailed off, raising her eyebrow as she scanned the room. In all her years at King's Academy, not once did Chanel run into someone with that last name. She tried to spot if anyone had reacted to their name recently being called, but Mrs. Sanders had already moved on to the next pairing before she could find who it was that she was searching for. Frustrated, the young woman sat back into her seat and folded her arms across her chest. "Of course I'd end up with someone I don't know," Chanel said to her two friends, "Any chance either of you know who this 'Mr. Henderson' person is?"

Crestwood Hollow: The Interest Check

I was also going to make a shifter.

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Crestwood Hollow: The Interest Check

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: King's Academy
Interacting with: Juniors}

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_{Yes ma'am, we got the style that's wicked, I hope you can all keep up
We climbed all the way from the bottom to the top, Now we ain't gettin' nothin' but love}
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On the morning following Santiago's beach party, Chanel Martin woke up with the biggest, goofiest smile plastered on her face; that is, until she had to quickly jump out of bed, sprint to the nearest bathroom, and puke her brains out. But as soon as she had finished hurling and got herself all cleaned up, that smile immediately returned, and she was one hundred percent sure that there was nothing in the world that could possibly dampen her mood. Well, that was what she initially thought before she sent Marcus a few text messages and never got a response. "Sure, we can hang out tomorrow night," Chanel had said to the boy before she left the party, "Just me and you. I'll text you my address and we can go from there." Multiple text messages and five unanswered calls later, Chanel came to the realization that maybe Marcus just wasn't as into her as she thought. She spent Saturday night sitting in her bedroom, wrapped up like a burrito in her fuzzy blanket and watching old episodes of Girlfriends.

To say that Chanel was upset was a bit of an understatement, but it wasn't sadness that had the young woman cooped up in her room the entire weekend. No, it was anger that coursed through her veins. She was angry at the fact that not only did she waste five months crushing on an asshole who'd end up leading her on, but that this very same asshole didn't even want to answer the phone and let her know that he wasn't interested. "I am a bad ass bitch, Andre," Chanel said to her older brother that Sunday evening as she laid her head in his lap, "There are plenty of beautiful men and women out there that I can talk to instead, right? I mean, I can do so much better than a pretty boy who lacks substance." Andre, who had come home to spend the weekend from his university, simply shook his head and gently pushed her hair out of her face. "Why do boys have to be such assholes?"

By the time Monday rolled around, however, Chanel had managed to pull herself out of her pathetic little funk. She got up early that morning, took a shower, and got dressed in her school uniform, adding her own little twist to it as usual. She even decided to throw on her newest, bright orange wig so that she could make a statement.

Chanel was mildly surprised that she hadn't seen either of her two girlfriends throughout the first half of the school day; normally they would have met up before the tardy bell rang. But after remembering what had went down at the party between Bea and Santiago, Chanel figured that April wanted to spend as much time away from him as she could, which unfortunately meant that she'd probably be skipping class. As far as Julie's whereabouts went, Chanel wasn't entirely sure why she hadn't bumped into the young redhead at least once that morning, but it wasn't like she was actively searching for her either. In fact, Chanel quite liked spending those few hours alone; it gave her time to think about what she would do or say if she ended up running into Marcus. Thankfully, she didn't.

When lunch time rolled around, Chanel opted to spend those few minutes in the library, something she hadn't done since Freshman year when she was still fairly new to the area and didn't have many friends to eat with. She was sitting at one of the tables, scrolling through her social media accounts and eating fruit snacks when she overheard something interesting. "I guess that Marisol chick finally lost her marbles," a girl had said from behind Chanel, so she quickly turned her head and strained to listen. "I mean, I always knew she was one to look out for, but to do something like that to Victoire? That's just a new level of crazy." The girl was standing at the library printer with one of her friends, a stack of papers tucked under her arm. Chanel recognized her as some random Junior she'd often see running around school in a cheerleader uniform.

Soon, Chanel found herself staring at the two girls, listening intently as they went on to describe what they'd seen just a few minutes before coming into the library; Marisol Castillo and none other than the Senior class president had gotten into an altercation in the parking lot. "Of course some shit would go down when I'm not around to witness it," the young woman said under her breath as she shook her head and turned back around. Apparently, that was when the two cheerleaders had finally noticed that Chanel was sitting not too far away, because after briefly whispering among themselves, the pair quickly began to approach her table. "Can I help you?" Chanel said as one of the girls tapped her on the shoulder and took the empty seat across from her. Without saying a word, the younger girl took one of the freshly printed papers from her stack and slid it across the table. Chanel only looked at the flyer for two seconds before shaking her head and sliding it back, "No thanks, boo. I'm a dancer, not a cheerleader."

"Aw, come on," the girl said with an exasperated sigh, "Chanel, you know that you'd be a great addition to the squad. We've all seen you on stage, girl. You're an athlete."

"I'm an athlete," Chanel said, standing from her seat and gathering her things, "But I'm definitely not a cheerleader. Sorry girls, but I just don't think I'd be good at that kind of thing." Chanel was almost through the library doors when the girl tapped her on the shoulder once more. It took a great deal of strength for Chanel to maintain her composure. "Girl look, I already told you-"

"I know, I know," the girl said before Chanel could finish her sentence, "I just want to give you one of our flyers to keep. You could give it to one of your friends and see if they want to try-out... Or shit, maybe you'll even change your mind." As the girl spoke, she slid one of the papers into Chanel's over-sized purse. Sucking in a deep breath, Chanel simply nodded her head and smiled tightly before pushing her way through the library door and into the hall. She made it all the way to her next period class before she finally took out the flyer from her purse in order to take a closer look.

"Cheerleading..." the young woman muttered as she read over the few details, "Eh, why not?"

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

I'm still here! I will also be keeping my two characters... don't think I'd be able to handle a third, though. Sorry.