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In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: The Payne Residence
Featuring: Brynn Payne, Emerson Payne, and Felix Payne
Mentions: Sean Sterling

“Emerson, stop stealing my Ruby Woo lipstick- it’s not even your shade!” Brynn groaned, snatching the familiar matte MAC packaging from her older sister’s grimy hands. She had been getting ready for the party when she had noticed her signature shade of lipstick was missing- and the only other person she knew who wore it seasonally lived in the bedroom right next to hers. It was just after New Year’s and even though the brunette was already back in high school, her older siblings Emerson and Felix didn’t go back to college for another two weeks. Which meant that they were still around to torment her.

Emerson rolled her eyes, glaring up at Brynn from her seat in front of her large vanity. “Oh come on, Skinny Brynnie, don’t be such a killjoy, I was just borrowing it again. I left mine in my dorm.” She replied, pouting her lips, hoping for some semblance of pity. Emerson and Brynn somewhat got along. At times, they were best friends, and at other times, they could be worst enemies- like right now. ‘Skinny Brynnie’ was her terrible nickname for her ever since she lost all that weight after middle school, and Brynn hated it. “Besides, where are you even going? Isn’t it a Tuesday night?”

“I don’t care that you forgot yours, that doesn’t mean you can just take mine.” Brynn replied, checking over the lipstick tube for any damage or dents. “The Helmsley’s are back in town. They’re throwing a party tonight on their yacht- everyone is going.” She explained, slipping the tube into the pocket of the silk bathrobe she was currently wearing.

“Wait, the Helmsley’s are back?” A male voice from the Hallway echoed off of the hardwood floors and through Emerson’s room. Felix appeared in the doorway, a quizzical look plastered onto his face as he leaned against the frame.

“Apparently. But Brynn, you never wear this lipstick unless it’s a special occasion, unless…” Emerson’s eyes widened, “Are you going with someone to this party? Has someone managed to tie little miss Brynn down? ”

Brynn rolled her eyes, “Oh, shut up, Em.” She stated, turning around and attempting to leave, but her brother moved to block her path. “Come on, get out of the way.” Brynn didn’t want to have this conversation with her siblings- hell, she didn’t want to talk to them at all. She just needed them to pack up their things and go back to college so she could be an only child again.

“Well, what’s his name? Do we know him? For you to drop the entire football team, the sex must be out of this world...” Felix wiggled his eyebrows while looking down at his baby sister, causing Emerson to laugh. Brynn knew he wouldn’t let her go until she told him, but after crossing her arms over her chest, she spoke defensively.

“None of your business, Felix. Now, move!” She raised her voice a notch, which caused her siblings to laugh once more. Felix took a step back and watched as his sister walked out of the room, a snicker escaping his lips as she slammed her door shut. Brynn couldn’t help but exhale angrily as she flopped down onto her bed. How did she end up with such rotten lineage? Pulling out her phone, she replied to Sean- they had been texting back and forth all day, which brought a smile to her face.

What didn’t bring a smile to her face, however, was that Sean had said earlier he didn’t want to go to the party tonight. That simply wouldn’t do. What could Brynn do to convince him? She knew begging and pleading wasn’t attractive, and the vague promise of sex wouldn’t entice him. All of a sudden a lightbulb went off in her head- she’d have to show him what he’d be missing if he didn’t come tonight.

Pulling the tie of her silk bathrobe and letting the fabric fall to the floor, she let the camera do the work for her. Snap. Text. Send.

Satisfied with her work, she covered herself up once more and continued applying makeup to her face, completing her look with MAC Ruby Woo, the color she only used for special occasions. After all, this was a special occasion- she was following her heart for once in her life. A buzz distracted her from her eyeliner, and a grin crossed her face at the blonde boy’s terse and simple response. Perfect. Typing back quickly and biting her lip at the thought of being with him in a matter of hours, she chose her words quite carefully before sending her text.

To: The Hotter Sterling
You better be. Tonight will be incredible, I promise ;) See you soooon
In Mel's Memory Box → 7 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A post written by one @Universorum and a person named @melissahart
Featuring: Kit ‘Shop Sucks!’ Thomas and Wesley ‘No It Does NOT’ Bristow
Location: Woodshop
Time: 6th period, Tuesday
Kit hated woodshop. Like, she really truly did. It wasn’t that she didn’t have good ideas, she had those. It was that she wasn’t good at it! There was too much to think about. It wasn’t as simple as measuring and cutting, and it wasn’t as true as numbers, or even science. At least those things made sense. Woodshop was so much more than that! She had to think about what kind of wood she used. There were hardwoods, softwoods, and all this other kind of stuff in between. Truly, that isn’t even scratching the surface. It went so beyond that! There were over eighty five tools in the woodshop. Eighty. Five. Eight. And a five. It was obscene.

What was the difference between a router and a lathe? A drill and a hole saw? They both did the same thing, but had different bits! Why were they even called bits!? They were extensions, not bits. Kit had spent all day Monday trying to decide on some kind of project to do, and she’d finally decided she’d just woodburn her name, along with the Tekken logo, into a nice piece of dark oak, which the shop teacher had insured her would look lovely.

That was all well and good, but Kit had no fucking clue what she was doing. She had plugged the woodburner in, and found a piece of wood. She had planed it down to a smoothness, and then sanded away any bumps. That was easy. But she had no idea how to tell when the woodburner was at the proper temperature to… well, burn wood. Kit picked it up and stared at it for a few seconds, looking around for the teacher to ask for assistance…

No! She didn’t need help. She’d just figure out if it were hot the same way you figured out if anything was hot. Kit reached out with her index finger, and touched the tip. “MOTHERfucker!” She squealed, dropping the tool to the ground and stuffing her finger in her mouth.

Well, it was hot.

Wesley was sitting on a stool in the back corner, minding his own business while sanding some planks for a new project. Shop was his time to do what he wanted- he was in here enough that he and the teacher had an understanding of sorts. Wes was allowed to use the shop whenever he pleased, no questions asked, and in return he served as the pseudo “TA” of the course. It wasn’t a real position, as all the blonde boy really did was make sure that no one fucked around with the tools and machinery and do any permanent damage…. to the equipment, the teacher couldn’t care less if a student lost a finger to the bandsaw. So, Wes sat there, overseeing the rest of the students whilst plotting his next creation.

Things seemed calm for a Tuesday, too calm, so it didn’t surprise the boy in the slightest when a shriek came from the right half of the classroom, where a small Freshman stood sucking her finger like a baby sucked a pacifier. Jesus. Walking with a sense of purpose, Wesley grabbed the woodburner off of the ground, and put it back on its holster. Turning to the young girl, he couldn’t help but scold her.

“You’re not supposed to use it without gloves. It’s literally written in bold letters.” He motioned to the tell tale sign on the countertop where the woodburner sat, where in very, very large font read “CAUTION: WEAR GLOVES WHILE USING, EXTREMELY, HOT”. Taking her shoulders, he guided her towards the sink and flipped on the cold faucet to its absolute maximum. “Soak it.”

Kit let herself be led over to the sink, and stuck her finger under the running water. She let it soothe her hand for a bit, before she began her protests, “I wasn’t sure when it was hot! I didn’t know how else to check it. I guess I could have touched it to the wood but then it would have smudged the wood and the whole project would have been ruined. Woodshop sucks! I wanted to make a box, but noooo, I can’t make another box. I have to do something unique and fresh.” Kit huffed, blowing a raspberry with her lips before she finally retracted her hand. She held it up close to her face and blew on it. Red? Yes. Burned? Yes. Blistered… nope, that wouldn’t be happening this time! She was satisfied. “Thanks! I’m Kit.”

Wesley let the girl ramble on, rolling his eyes in the process as she defended her decision to touch the versa tool. Like, who does that? Quite frankly, he didn’t care that she had burned herself, Wes was more concerned with the fact that this freshman was even allowed in the shop. “Sacrifice the project, not your skin. Bad choice, in my opinion.” Wes huffed, leaning against the wall next to the sink, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well Kit, woodshop does not suck, you just gotta figure out what you need in life and the rest is easy.” You could make absolutely anything in the shop, much more than a silly box. “I’m Wes.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Wes. Here’s the thing: I don’t need anything. I just want to pass the class and move on, man.” Kit complained, looking back at the station where she’d left the piece of wood and the wood burner. “Well, what do you think I should make? I’m open to suggestions! My thing is, I don’t really need a whole lot. I would like to make a grandfather clock, but it’s wayyyy too complicated for me. You have to build the clock, then the mechanisms of the clock… I don’t even know how a clock would really work! Maybe I can make one though, I’m pretty… smart.”

Wes chuckled, “Can I let you in on a secret? Everyone passes this class. Do you see the teacher anywhere?” He motioned around, and sure enough, the instructor was nowhere to be found. “He doesn’t care what you make. But, making a clock isn’t as hard as you think it is.” He walked over to one of the cabinets on the side of the room and pulled out one of the few Clock Hands kits that was in there. “This here is all you need. It runs on it’s own motor, so you don’t have to deal with the mechanisms and shit.” Wes held it out to her with a smirk.

Huh. She had never realized how inattentive the teacher was in this class… that seemed unsafe, to say the least. Then, this guy showed her a collection of kits! Kit was a big fan of kits. They made it easier to do work, because you just had to follow instructions. She may not have been an ultimate shop master, but she could follow instructions and put a kit together! “That’s totally wicked, I’ll just make a clock then. But I’m gonna need more wood. And more plans. Which means more drawing. Which means more time…” Kit blew at her blonde bangs dejectedly, but ultimately looked toward the room where the wood was stored. “I guess I’ll go see what we got…”

“I’m sure it won’t take you too long, since you can dictate how complicated you make it.” Wes stated looking around the room at what the other students were building. There were birdhouses, boxes, and lots of miscellaneous items, but no one else seemed to be making a clock like Kit wanted to. “Plus, you’d be the first to make a grandfather clock, which is pretty neat if you ask me.” He encouraged her, just like he did his little sister, who was also a Freshman. Kit reminded him of her in all of her innocence.

Kit was again being presented with choices… She’d have to look around on the internet for design ideas… She was creative, but that was mostly applicable when she was playing video games. She was creative in the sense that she was good with mixing up her moves and throwing off the opponent. Building grandfather clocks? Not as much. “Well.. I guess that’s cool. I’ll figure something out and get something done. Thank you for your help, Mister Wes! If I never anything else, I’ll come to you first.” She said, beaming at him. She gave a wide wave, and ducked into the wood room. Time to think.

Wes watched as she fled to the wood room, a chuckle escaping his lips. Mister Wes? What was he, 30? The freshman were getting younger and younger every single year. With a sigh, he meandered back over to his stool, ready to sit back and relax, when a shrill scream came from the other side of the shop.

So much for sitting there and doing nothing.

In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



A @melissahart & @smarty0114 collab
Featuring: Becca Helmsley & Bailee Helmsley

Becca’s day at school had been rather uneventful, although these days, most things as mundane as school were uneventful to Becca. Brian’s announcement on the morning show had gone off without a hitch, and Troy had been a dutiful servant all day. In fact, the most intriguing part of the day could hardly even be considered an event. Her sister had gone missing. She knew Bailee had been around that morning, but she never showed up for homeroom or any other classes after that. She’d sent a quick text around lunchtime but had been met with no response. Curiouser and curiouser.

Once Becca had seated herself in her limo and James had begun driving the pristine carriage to the Helmsley estate. “James, was Bailee at home when you left?” Becca asked, pulling out her phone and doing the tedious work of scrolling through her Snapchat stories, skipping through most of them. The peasants of Beverly Hills rarely had anything interesting enough for her anyways. “Her car was parked outside when I left,” James said, his eyes locked to the road, earning a nod of acknowledgment from Becca.

At the estate, Becca strutted inside, followed by James, her bag slung over his shoulder. As he moved to go up the stairs, Becca placed a hand gently on his shoulder, smiling at him. “James, be a dear and find Bailee for me. Tell her I’ll be waiting outside, by the hedge maze,” she instructed, before strolling outside, back into the crisp January air. She waited, outside the hedge maze, looking back at the palace that was her home. When they were little, the triplets had loved the maze. They’d spend hours running through the labyrinth until their parents or James or some poor maid had to come drag them out. Becca smiled. Those had been the days.

Bailee’s day, in stark contrast to her twin sister’s, was quite eventful. Getting into fights was out of the ordinary for the brunette, especially a fight with her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in months. In complete disbelief of the situation that had occurred, Bailee walked away, ran out of the school to her car, and fled back to the Helmsley Estate. Distraction was the name of the game for the remainder of the day, as she had binged an entire season of crappy Netflix whilst lying in bed in her pajamas.

That in itself was extremely out of the ordinary.

Three raps on her door brought Bailee momentarily out of her blues. Pausing the millionth episode in a row of Gossip Girl she had watched today, she yelled out to whoever wished to speak to her. “Enter,” At her call, in walked James, who stated that her sister wanted to meet her down at the maze. Grumbling, she clamored out of bed, walking down the grand staircase towards where her sister awaited. “Hey Becs, how was your day?” The disheveled girl asked, stepping next to her twin.

“It was fine. A bit lacking though, considering your absence,” Becca said, looking her sister up and down. “Bails, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like a mess,” she said, her eyebrows raised in concern. It was rare to see Bailee this disheveled. Her sister was always dressed to impress, so disappearing for a day of pajamas and bed rest was strange indeed for the young workaholic. “Where the hell were you today?”

Bailee rolled her eyes sarcastically, “Like I haven’t noticed I look like a mess,” She replied, followed by a sigh. There was a huge mirror in her room; it wasn’t like she could avoid her reflection all day. Crossing her arms over her chest, Bailee walked slightly in front of her sister, looking out over the maze pensively. “I left before homeroom, there was an… incident, and I didn’t want to stay.” Turning back around to face her sister, she raised her eyebrow. “The flyers?” Bailee asked, curious as to how her campaign went over in her absence.

“The flyers went well, so did Bri’s announcement. Most of the school will probably be there tonight. We’ve done good, Little Sister,” Becca said, her hands toying with the leaves of the hedge wall. “What was this incident?” Becca pried, giving her sister a teasing glance. Becca was perhaps the nosiest of the Helmsleys. If she wanted to know, she’d find out.

“Great, I’m glad.” Bailee truly was happy that her marketing ploy was a success, but that wasn’t the only thing on her mind, which caused her reaction to seem dull. Exhaling audibly, she looked over at Becs. “I ran into AJ today for the first time and it was while he was ruining his ex-boyfriend’s life…” She started, shaking her head in the process, still in shock of his harsh actions. “I got upset with him and called him Alfie and he went absolutely livid,”

Bails took a shaky breath before continuing. “I’ve truly never seen him so mad. He said I was stupid and dumb and he practically smashed my head in, but he hit the lockers instead…and then I slapped him.” Bailee’s face paled, “He said that I didn’t know how it feels to be led on and dumped and that the only risks I’m willing to take are with the company. And then he stormed off.”

“Didn’t he and Jamie break up months ago? God, I can never keep up,” Becca said, rolling her eyes. “Y’know sis, he isn’t wrong,” Becca said after a moment, doing her best to phrase her next words as carefully as possible. “You work all the time. I mean, when was the last time you really let loose, huh? The company is important, but there’s a lot more to the world than board meetings and business deals,” Becca said, looking over at Bailee, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Yeah, they did, but AJ clearly doesn’t care cause he literally walked up to Jamie and started making out with him, while he was talking to Marshall …” Bailee recounted. At her sister’s next words, the brunette looked down at the ground, ashamed. Helmsley Enterprises was her absolute world and everyone knew it, which did cause her awareness for the other parts of her life to be seriously lacking, which everyone knew too. “How can I let loose, Becs, I don’t have time! I have so many things to do. Board meetings and business deals are my future. They’re my present too. I could be taking over the company tomorrow if Dad wanted.”

Becca arched a brow, looking down at her sister and smirking. “Bails, Daddy doesn’t want you to take over tomorrow. You do. There will always be time for tomorrow, Helmsley Enterprises won’t disappear if you let loose every now and then,” Becca said. As harsh and careless Becca could be with those outside of her family, Becca loved her sister, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t somewhat worried about the toll the family business was taking on her. “Tonight why don’t you enjoy being seventeen and filthy rich for once in your life. Take shots, make out with a cute boy, have fun,” Becca suggested, grinning.

Bailee sighed. Her sister did have a point. As much as she wanted to, she knew that she truly wouldn’t be taking over her father’s business in the near future. The fact was, Bailee didn’t exactly know how to let loose. Rebelling and having fun, to her, was skipping a meeting every now and again, or sleeping in an extra hour when she shouldn’t. The girl didn’t even drink hard alcohol- the most she had ever had to drink was when she had an extra glass of wine at a business dinner and got a little tipsy. Looking up at her sister, she shrugged. “I really don’t have a clue as to how to enjoy being seventeen.” She admitted, even though she already knew her sister was well aware of this reality.

“Well aren’t you in luck. It just so happens, that I do,” Becca said, grinning and taking her sister’s hand and leading her back towards the house. “Now, let’s go get you out of these rags, and into something that will remind everyone in these hills that the Helmsleys are still the hottest sisters at this school.”

Bailee gave her sister an appreciative smile. It was moments like this that made her feel especially lucky that she was one of three. “I’m telling you right now though, I am not wearing anything too tight, and I am definitely NOT taking shots.”

In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Location: Fourth Floor Janitor’s Closet
Collab: Brynn Payne @melissahart and Sean Sterling @Universorum
Time: Lunch Period
Brynn hadn’t been able to focus all day. She doodled in her notebook during Math, stared blankly at the wall during Science, and even skipped History. No matter what she did, her mind kept wandering to this morning’s events, and how she let herself cry. The last time she cried was in 2034, so this was a big deal. Brynn never let herself get hurt; she was the heartbreaker who crushed the dreams of her suitors, but here she was, an unstable ball of emotion on the receiving end of things. This whole situation was strange and foreign to her, and she couldn’t deal with it like a normal human. For most people, catching feelings would be a good thing, but for cold-blooded and indifferent Brynn, this showed that she actually had a heart- contrary to BHHS’s beliefs- and that meant game over.

Sitting on the ground against the wall of the janitors closet during lunch period, she sent a short text to the person she needed to talk to most at that very moment.

To: The Hotter Sterling
I need you. Janitor’s closet, fourth floor.

Though he didn’t respond to the text message she’d sent, it didn’t take long for Sean to show up at the janitor’s closet. Maybe it was that he detected a hint of urgency in her text, and he’d moved quickly, or maybe he’d just been on the same floor already. It didn’t really matter. The important thing was less than a minute after she’d sent the text, the door opened and Sean let himself in.

He shut it quietly behind himself and looked down at her. Before asking what she wanted, and rather than assuming she wanted him sexually, Sean opened with. “Are you okay? You worried me.” He said, folding his arms over his chest. She seemed alright… “What’s up, Brynn?”

Brynn was shocked with how quick Sean appeared in front of her, it was as if she had snapped her fingers and poof! he was there. Looking up at him somberly, she didn’t bother to remove the hair that was covering her right eye, which made her look all the more pathetic. That’s what she was at this moment- pitiful. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She mumbled in a quiet voice, a tone that she’d never really used before. “It’s been a rough morning.”

It was then that Sean got a better look at her. She looked so… broken. Sean sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, pulling her toward him. “Hey, we all have rough days sometimes,” he said, giving her a tiny smile before he reached out with his hand and moving the hair out of her right eye. “There. Now you can see me. Wanna talk about it? I don’t think anyone is going to bother us here…”

Brynn let out a deep sigh, looking over at Sean, leaning into him and letting her head rest on his shoulder. Affection was nice; she would never outright admit that she was into this touchy-feely type of interaction, but she did indeed crave it every once in a while. “No one’s gonna bother us- they saw me walk in and no one ever knocks on a door after I go in.” Brynn didn’t even let out a laugh at her own self-deprecating joke- that’s when you know something is off.

“You know when you’re sick, and your parents try to give you medicine, but you don’t take it cause you think you’re invincible?” She asked, the random thought coming to mind out of nowhere. “You go on and on saying that you’re fine without it, using every opportunity to show them that you’re better, and then eventually it just hits you that you should’ve taken it when you had the chance?”

“Yeah, I think I know what that's like…” Sean said, using the hand tucked around Brynn to play with her hair gently as she spoke. “Brynn, what's going on? You don't seem very Brynn-y to me. I'm not sure if I like it.” He explained, peering into her eyes.

Brynn looked down at the ground. “Well, that’s how I’m feeling right now.” She stated, still not bothering to look over at Sean. Letting her guard down was tough, and it was something that Brynn almost never did. Because when she open the floodgates, it becomes a tidal wave that you can’t stop. “I think that I’m invincible most, if not all, of the time, and I push everyone away because I like to call the shots. It’s fucked up, I know it’s fucked up. It’s the way I am,” She shook her head, exhaling loudly to break up her thoughts. “But I’m the sick kid who won’t take the medicine when she needs it. I’m pushing you away when I really shouldn’t be.”

“Being invincible, like really, truly invincible… That would suck, don’t you think?” Sean asked, initially choosing to not address what she said about pushing him away. “I think most of what makes us human is stuff like that. Like, feelings. Or even being sick. Weakness makes you human. Being invincible would just be shitty. As for you pushing me away…” Sean was preparing to address the big hitter, and he cupped Brynn’s chin in his hands and tilted her head so she had to look at him. “Well, I’m still here aren’t I? I told you not to worry about that. Push and shove all you want; I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

“Yeah, it would. But sometimes I wish I was invincible so that I could just do whatever I wanted with no consequences.” Brynn continued shifting her gaze towards the floor until she felt Sean’s gentle touch moving her chin towards him. She didn’t want to make eye contact, but he thought otherwise, so she obliged and looked him straight in the eye. “You’re still here now…” She started, continuing on after gazing away at the supplies stacked against the wall. “But I can’t control if in the future you leave or stay and that’s what scares me most.” Brynn finished her thought, begrudgingly shifting her eyes towards the blonde.

Sean leaned down and kissed Brynn gently, pulling away to smile at her. “Brynn, it’s okay. Just be good to me, and I won’t go anywhere. I’ll be good to you, and you won’t go anywhere. That’s how this works, right? It’s not hard. Just chill. Be yourself, and I’ll be myself. Isn’t that good enough?” He asked, resting their foreheads together. “No one is invincible, Brynn. Not me, not you. Not Selena, not Hailey. Nobody. It’s just, life. Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it doesn’t suck. I’m offering to be with you during the times that it sucks, and the times that it doesn’t suck. Like… a team, I guess? I dunno. I’m new to interacting with girls. Especially cute ones.”

The brunette sighed, closing her eyes and breathing in Sean’s manly musk as they pressed foreheads. He smelled good, a woodsy aroma, and the scent helped her calm down just a tiny bit. Brynn let herself smirk at his comment, the first smile she had worn during the conversation. “Yeah, that’s good enough, that’s more than good enough.” She replied, letting her lids flutter open to Sean’s baby blues. “You better hang on though, I’m known to be quite the rollercoaster.”

“I’ve never been on a rollercoaster before.”

In CANCELLED. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Location: Auditorium Basement
Mentions: Sean @Universorum

After leaving the parking lot, Brynn made her way through the school, down the hall, and to the auditorium, where she walked straight down the stairs towards the basement. It wasn’t morning show time just yet, but she did have a reason to be down there this early.

And his name was Tom Michaelson.

The girl gave the captain of the basketball team very specific instructions on where to be and when- after all they did have only a solid 20 minutes to… you know. However, she felt quite queasy when she arrived and saw him sitting there on one of the couches, seemingly ready to go. She didn’t think that this would be too big of a deal, but after yesterday’s conversation and this morning’s events with Sean, things definitely felt off. Why wasn’t she excited? Tom was hot, and clearly wanted her, so what was the big deal?

“Hey, you ready?” The boy greeted, an excited look on his face. Brynn watched as he walked toward her expectantly, checking her out in the process. Ew, She thought as he wrapped his arms around her torso. Wait, since when did she find other guys checking her out revolting? Shuddering instinctively, she tried to shake off the uneasiness and smiled up at the blonde boy. “Yeah… but uh…” She stammered, the notion that she was making a bad decision remaining clear and present. Tom gave her a confused look, raising an eyebrow, “You good?”

Brynn couldn’t even look at him, that’s how strange she felt. But she didn’t need him to know that she was feeling off, so she played it off, searching around the room for a solution. “Let’s... let’s go into that closet- I think we’d have a little more fun in there.” The word was even nauseating. Not even waiting for his response, she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the nearby room, slamming it behind them.

She immediately pressed her lips to his, trying to silence the demons in her head that were telling her every single thing that was wrong with this movie. Just get him off, it’ll be quick, he’s notorious for finishing fast, this’ll be easy Brynn thought to herself as she threw off Tom’s shirt, her hands reaching everywhere and anywhere. But sirens were going off in her head, and not the good kind.

All she could see was Sean, and the room was pitch black. All she could hear was Sean’s smooth, sexy, voice, and her surroundings were nearly silent. All she could feel was Sean’s gentle touch when currently aggressive hands were pulling off her lingerie.

What was this feeling that was coming over her all of a sudden? Did she come down with some sort of illness within the past five minutes? The thoughts in her head were beginning to manifest physically, the girl beginning feeling hot and clammy, her palms beginning to shake. What was happening to her? And then it clicked.

Brynn had caught feelings.

Desperately trying to push the emotions back down where they belonged, she deepened the kiss, making sure Tom didn’t suspect anything was wrong, but her thoughts went wild. Brynn Payne never caught feelings, it was against the law in her own little country of Brynn-land. In fact, this was the very first time she had ever felt this way, about anyone.

Without even thinking, her emotions bubbled over and she broke off the kiss abruptly, letting out a deep exhale. Her brain couldn't fathom the fact that she was making out with someone other than Sean. In the dark, she couldn’t see it, but Tom was pretty annoyed. “What the hell?” He mused, running a hand through his hair. “Brynn, you okay?” Tom asked, moving his hands across her body. No. She was certainly not okay.

“Um… no, actually, I’m not feeling the best this morning. I,” Brynn had to think of something that would get him leave. Just then the perfect scenario popped into her head, the perfect excuse that all girls turned to at least once or twice to get out of a bad situation. “I have really bad cramps. I think it’s about to be that time of-” The brunette began to say, and Tom almost immediately caught her drift.

“Oh shit, well uh..” He mumbled uncomfortably, “I’ll just um, get out of your hair then.”

Works like a charm She thought to herself as Tom threw back on his shirt and exited the room faster than lightning, bounding up the stairs and out of the studio. As soon as the coast was clear, a dumbfounded Brynn pulled on her top and made her way out of the closet and onto one of the couches, collapsing into a puddle of tears. Why was she trying to fight this? Sean was a good guy- he was kind, and made her feel special. She had been trying with every single bone in her body to push herself away, but it was all to no avail. Brynn Payne had it bad, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. It was like an avalanche; once it started, it was only bound to continue going at full speed, destroying everything in its path.

Wiping away the waterworks, she got ready for the morning show, knowing that she and Sean would be having a very interesting conversation later.
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Bailee & AJ
Collab with @Lovely Complex
In the hallway, at the start of homeroom
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Bailee had been parading through the hallways, throwing flyers at everything that had a pulse and breathed, when she stumbled across quite the sight: Marshall Radley and Jamie Callaghan canoodling by the lockers near Winship’s room. Now, she may had been gone for nearly six months, but she knew that said certain blonde had dumped her longtime family friend, a one AJ Tyler, and left him in the dust. However, she didn’t hold that against him and thought it was nice to see him moving onto someone new.

Or so she thought.

All of a sudden a certain casanova swooped in and ruined the moment, causing one boy to run off in distress, and the other to begin screaming and yelling in anger and frustration. It seemed disaster seemed to follow wherever AJ went. Once both boys had vanished, the brunette stormed over to the offending party, visibly unhappy with his choices. “What the hell was that?” Bailee seethed, not even bothering for the stereotypical happy reunion with her friend, as this was the first time she had seen him in many, many, months.

AJ was taken aback with the sight of his lovely homegirl and her irritated demeanor. He knew the Helmsley triplets were back since the moment they landed, thanks to his bro, Brian, but he hadn’t seen any of them until this very moment. He had the honor of reuniting with the ‘sweetheart’ of the batch first. Was she actually a sweetheart? Depends on the season. Her reasons. And definitely never during his lifetime. If looks could kill, he’d be dead on the spot. On numerous occasions. But not because she had a bite that matched her bark, nah man. Bailee, and all the Helmsley Three for that matter, were bangin’ hot. She was bangin’ hot. He was surprised no one decided to tap that and make her theirs. Well, one of the reasons could be no one was up to par with her standards, and the other? They were too scared to approach her. For a tiny girl, she knew how to make big people cower. AJ, not so much.

The dynamic between the two was almost hysterical. While she reprimanded him for his ways, he couldn’t be anymore happier to see her. His lips rose into the dumbest, cheesiest grin any human being could ever make. “Bailsssssssssssssssss. Where the hell did you come from?” As bold as he was with Jamie, he pulled his friend into a bear hug. “How long has it been, a century?” It wasn’t like he was intentionally dodging her question, she was just too cute not to hug. Oh, and now he could see her cute butt.

Bailee, on the other hand, was not enthused in the slightest. Remaining stiff as a board in AJ’s strong embrace, she somehow managed to squirm out of his grasp and continued to give him the coldest look she could manage. Especially since she was not a ‘hugger’ by any means, the brunette was not pleased. At all. “Don’t you ‘Bails’ me, Alfie.” She replied, intentionally using his first name, which she knew he absolutely hated, in order to level the playing field. “Save the pleasantries for someone else, now tell me what the fuck I just saw.”

This bitch. Did she fucking call him Alfie? The happy face that once was written all over AJ, was now red with suppressed rage. With gritted teeth, holding his tongue for a moment to really digest what his childhood friend did, his form began to hunch, exuding spite and malice. Did he need to remind her who the fuck she was talking to? Regardless of their history together, there was one line in AJ’s book no one crossed and that was calling him by that name. Any other form of attack, he’d be more civil, but in this instant, Bailee Helmsley set AJ Tyler off. Making sure their eyes were locked, the boy clenched his right fist so hard that his knuckles started turning white. The halls oddly enough were now empty. They should be in homeroom now.

One final door had closed shut, the door closest to them, before AJ slammed his fist onto the closet locker to them both, inches away from her face. The slamming sound echoed throughout the hall. “Are you fucking high? You got to be the stupidest out of your siblings. Aren’t you supposed to take over daddy’s company? Neither Becca or Brian would be this fucking dumb. Do you think this is a joke? Do you think I’m a fucking joke!?” His words were loud, seething with poison, and threatening. If it weren’t for their already established bond, he might’ve snapped worse.

Although AJ normally was the lighthearted one of the group, when he got serious, he meant it. “How much do I amuse you, Bailee? How bad do you want to laugh at me? Like a clown.” To say Bailee set her friend off was an understatement. He leaned in closer to her, making sure she had a good look at his face, his arguably hurt eyes never letting go of her stare, “Then laugh, bitch.” Actually, this was the first time in Bailee’s life to use this card. She heard stories but never did she witness how AJ got. Truth be told, this wasn’t even how bad he got. There were three things you didn’t do as a friend of AJ’s. Use his first name, talk bad about his mama, or act like you have any authority over him. When AJ was loyal to you, that’s all he asked. There are ways to get him to do stuff for you, like tell you what had transpired moments ago in the hall with his ex, this was not one of those ways.

He waited.

He wanted her to laugh.

Bailee was quite a patient person in practice. She dealt with difficult people everyday at Helmsley Enterprises with the grace and poise of someone twice her age. The girl never managed to show any truly negative emotions towards clients and business partners alike. She was constructive, sure, but she never was outwardly demeaning or crude. But in that very moment, Bailee was shocked to find out that there was an end to her patience. And his name was AJ Tyler.

She tried her best not to flinch as his hand collided with the metal merely inches from her cheek, and swallowed her words through his fiery rant, but the way he spoke about her drew the line. Bailee could feel the anger swelling inside of her, and losing her cool was not something she did quite often. So much so that her next actions even shocked her.

Bailee slapped him.

Hard.

“Don’t you ever speak to me that way. I am smarter than you will ever be, and if you have a problem with that, you can tell it to my billion dollar company.” She could feel her face growing red as she berated the boy in front of her. “You need to step the fuck back. God, it is so hard to try to help you when you’re hurting other people.” She spoke in a low voice fueled with rage. She only wanted the best for him, and he made it so much more difficult to care. “What is wrong with you, AJ.”

Bailee breathed out in disbelief appalled at her childhood friend. Feeling the panic bubbling up inside of her, she tried to keep the floodgates of her anxieties from crashing in. Ignoring the bout of anger, Bailee said what she initially wished to say when she first walked over. “He dumped you, it’s over, move on.”

AJ was silent. Silent for an uneasy amount of time. He didn’t touch his cheek which had her print engraved on it, like a mark of shame, but would soon fade in time. Was he ashamed of anything he did? No. Was he even upset she slapped him? No. What he did care about was the fact that someone he’s missed, a fuck ton, greeted him with disrespect. His main friends were always gone, the Helmsley three, her, in particular, on her business trips, and Cece, the biggest goddamn tourist known to date. So that left him bothering Damian a lot to entertain him with video games. That wouldn’t be the case anymore because now his boy was preoccupied with his own Joy.

The slap, however, did help him gain himself again. He turned to face her, his eyes were narrowed, cold, hard, distant. AJ always had this customary warmth about him, but when he was upset, when someone offended his sensibilities, he was different. Unusually different.

Detached and with no trace of kindness, he flatly quipped, “When you know how it feels, then you can come talk to me. But you don’t. You don’t know how it feels to be led on. To still have a chance. To still see that he cares. How could you? The only risks you’re willing to take involves ‘your billion dollar company’.” AJ was over this. He needed to go for a drive.

Not waiting for her to give an uncaring remark, tired from her words that did cut deeply into the jock’s heart, he dismissed himself, “You’re late.” And he walked past her, his shoulder gently skimming against her arm’s skin, “If you need a ride tonight, you have my number.” And with that, he was gone.

Bailee could still feel her fingers tingling from the harsh skin to skin contact, her heartbeat loud and ringing in her ears. What a warm welcome back to school this was, getting into a fight within her second hour of being on campus. The brunette never openly showed her anger, especially to those whom she loved, so never in a million years did Bailee think she would slap her best friend. Pent up rage was a bitch, and now that is was gone, she was left feeling drained, exhausted, and running on empty.

His cold words reverberated through her head and played on repeat as he stormed off. You don’t know how it feels. You’re late. She knew he meant she was late for class, but the words took on a whole other meaning.

The fact of the matter was that Bailee was late. Six months late, in fact.

She wasn’t there when AJ needed her most; she was never there when it counted. The girl couldn’t even relate to him, getting dumped was something she’d never experienced, hell, she’d never even been in a relationship. The boy felt so distant from her, which made the situation all the more painful.

Bailee stood by the lockers for a minute or two after AJ left, absolutely dumbfounded and not knowing what to do with herself. Somewhat gaining a sliver of her composure back, she turned around and walked away. Where? She didn’t know, but she knew two things for sure.

One. She felt incredibly guilty. Two. She was certainly going to drink tonight.

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Collab Featuring: Savannah@melissahart & Trevor@Silent Observer
Day: Tuesday Morning
Location: Mrs. Winship’s Homeroom


Sav stepped back into homeroom triumphant after her successful interview with Damian. This was redemption; She had taken Riley’s harsh constructive criticism and acted on it, making changes that would really improve her writing. Maybe her future career as a journalist wasn’t just a pipe dream!

With a giddy smile, Savvy made her way towards her usual seat in the back of the classroom, eager to formulate the conversation that just took place into complete and eloquent sentences. Pulling out her laptop almost immediately, she furiously began typing, wanting to remember not only what the ex-captain had said, but also note his facial expressions, mannerisms, etc. Savannah wanted the reader to feel as though they were the one speaking with Damian, which meant she had a lot of heavy lifting to do on her end.

Upon entering the homeroom, Trevor scanned the sea of faces present in the room. He was a social boy, both charismatic and popular, and he could truly sit next to just about anyone this room and manage to carry on a conversation. The obvious choice would be to sit next to his best friend Damian, but given that Damian would practically be living at his house this week (and possibly longer), it might be nice to spice it up and sit next to someone else for a change. A flash of red hair visible above a laptop screen made the decision of who to sit next to instead all the more easy.

Was Trevor nervous? Absolutely. He didn’t think there would ever be a time that he could look at Savannah and not be consumed by a stomach full of anxiety-inducing butterflies, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. That being said, she’d already agreed to go on at least one date with him, so he wasn’t as nervous as was around her a few days ago. Trev just had to make sure that he didn’t say anything to mess it up. Setting his single shoulder strap backpack down on the ground, Trevor sat beside Savannah. “Hey,” he greeted the busily working girl with a smile, his lip looked a little less gruesome than it did yesterday, more bruised than bloodied.

Savannah noticed out of the corner of her eye a certain redhead approaching, and as he did, she pumped herself up in her head. She wanted to impress Trevor so badly, but in order to not make an idiot of herself, she opted to just act casual and calm in his presence. “Hi, Trev—” Savvy started to speak with a genuine smile, but her train of thought and line of speech was interrupted when she looked up and noticed his clearly visible injuries from yesterday’s scuffle.

“Oh my god, your lip.” She breathed out, her hand instinctively moving towards his face to touch the wound. Realizing her habitual actions, she quickly drew her hand back. So much for being calm and casual. “Are you okay?” Sav asked, a concerned and worried look forming on her face.

“Heh, yeah…” Trev responded with a light laugh and looked down, feeling his cheeks heat up. “It’s fine, Riley and my dad made sure of that last night. Just so you know, I normally don’t… do stuff like that. What happened at practice, I mean.”

Savannah sighed, tucking a piece of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. “Okay, just as long as you’re fine.” She replied, wondering how his brother reacted to the incident; after all, she did tell him beforehand. In regards to the issue at practice not being a usual habit of his, Sav smirked. She would never think of Trevor as someone to get into the middle of a fight — which was what made the situation all the more surprising. “No, don’t worry, I know you’re not usually like that. I don’t know what exactly went down, but hopefully it won’t happen again. I’d hate to see you get hurt.” She said the last part without thinking, but didn’t regret saying it in the slightest.

“It won’t happen again, not if I can help it.” Trevor smiled honestly at her. He noticed the word document open on her computer. He wasn’t looking closely or anything, but it was noticeable enough out of the corner of his eye. “Are you working on a paper? Or just writing?”

Savvy smiled, looking into Trevor’s gorgeous eyes — maybe for a couple seconds too long. Darting her own eyes back to her laptop, she had to think for a second about what she was working on. “It’s my piece for the paper; the one I interviewed you for yesterday. I just was talking to Damian about it, and I got some more things to add in.” She turned the laptop in his direction so he could take a closer look if he so desired. “Hopefully it’ll be good enough for Trixie’s liking.”

“Oh, you talked to Damian too? That’s great!” The male ginger leaned closer to read the screen. It definitely wasn’t just to read the screen, he was leaning closer purely because he had a good excuse to lean closer. It was then that Trevor realized that Savannah didn’t just look pretty, she smelled pretty too. Like flowers, like walking through a whole garden full of them. He managed to scan the words that she had written so far and nodded with a genuine smile. “It looks really good. I’m awful at writing, so I’m pretty darned impressed.”

Trevor grinned and chuckled slightly. The grin faded when he remembered what Riley had told him in the treehouse. “That reminds me, Riley mentioned talking to you yesterday?”

She blushed, her cheeks turning their signature reddish tint. Man, this guy knew exactly what to say to make her all flustered. Savvy closed the laptop slightly, mostly so she could get a better look at Trevor. “Yeah, after I left your practice I went over to that cute little bakery, Heartfelt Bites, to work on the article. Riley walked in and we started chatting, it was nice!” She replied, recalling their conversation as well as the chocolate eclair she had eaten. Talk about delicious!

“Oh! Good! … Riley mentioned that he might have critiqued you a little harshly…” Trevor recalled the conversation, and the sheepish look on Riley’s face when he had admitted it. “He had a pretty lousy day yesterday, so if he was harsh, that’s probably why. I think he feels bad about whatever he said, since he told me and all. So, consider this like an almost apology from him, even if you seem okay about it.”

“Yeah he was a little… direct — but that’s okay, it’s what I needed.” Savannah replied, reassuring Trevor. “If I’m going to be a real writer someday, I need to learn how to take constructive criticism, so he shouldn’t feel bad at all.” She gave him a smile to show that she was indeed alright and that a couple of choice words about her writing wasn’t going to phase her.

“He can be a little too direct sometimes.” Trevor agreed and kept scanning the document. He stole a few glances at her in between sentences and kept grinning like some kind of lovesick idiot. In a way, he was. “It looks like it did help you out, though, Damian’s perspective is nice addition. Do you plan on interviewing anyone else on the team?” His thoughts immediately jumped to the idea of her interviewing Jacob, and that made his hairs damn near stand on end. He wouldn’t like that, hopefully she’d saw enough of him yesterday to know better.

Savannah shyly looked towards the ground and then back up at Trevor. “No, I think I have all the information I want — I don’t think it’s necessary to make anyone else suffer through an interview with me.” She laughed, recalling some of Damian’s facial expressions when she spoke to him earlier; he didn’t seem to enjoy her difficult questions regarding his suspension.

Trevor looked relieved at her response before he shook his head at her. Suffer? Was she crazy? Damian might have been uncomfortable given the situation, but it wasn’t Savannah that made him feel that way, surely. “It wasn’t suffering, it was the furthest thing from it. Damian might have felt a certain way, but you can’t really blame him there. I’m sure it wasn’t you.” Trev smiled and sat back against the chair. He couldn’t smell her perfume as much from back here, which was lame, but he didn’t have a legitimate reason to be leaning in all close to her anymore. Such was life. “When is your article due?”

“We’re aiming for Thursday — just so we can get it out before the first game of the season.” Savvy replied, realizing that the deadline was only a mere two days from now. Hopefully, she could pull this piece together, enough so that it would not only impress Trixie, but also the redhead seated next to her. “I’m crossing my fingers that I can get it done in time.” She stated honestly, unsure if it would truly happen or not.

“Sounds stressful, I wish you the best.” Trev looked suddenly shy as cheeks flsuhed pink. “If you need some kind of distraction, let me know. We don’t have to wait until Friday to go out.” Oh wow, he couldn’t believe he just said that. Damian would be so proud of his boy, he’d have to tell him!

Savannah smiled widely — did he just ask her on another date? Before they even went on the first one? She tried her hardest not to show her excitement, but some of it definitely came through in her words. “A distraction would be nice…” She replied, rosy cheeks and all.

Maybe he was actually good at this! He was certainly doing better than he thought he would. She wanted to do something… something… but what? Trevor hadn’t planned this far ahead, he was just going with the flow. He remembered seeing the flyers around school this morning about the boat party tonight. That was a good segue. “Were you planning on going to the party tonight?”

“The one that all the flyers are for? The Helmsley’s, I think it was?” Savannah let her eyes glance down to her bag where one of the flyers sat. She had been thinking of going, but wasn’t too sure, as she didn’t know if Josie would be there or not. “Yeah, I was thinking about it, sounds like it’ll be fun.”

“It definitely will be, the Helmsley’s are made of money. It’ll make the bash the boys and I threw look like preschool. I could be your ride there, and we could do something beforehand, just you and me? If you want to…” Trevor looked a little apprehensive at that. He hoped she might want to, and that he wasn’t being weird in the way that he asked. This was all very unfamiliar territory.

Savvy replied all too eagerly, “Yes,” She quickly said, but paused after realizing how fast she had replied. Taking a deep breath before she continued, Savannah smiled wider than before. “I’d really like that.” She stated, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

“Great!” Trevor beamed giddily, clearly proud of himself for getting this far. He quickly scanned his mind for things that they could do. He didn’t know anything about her hobbies or preferences, aside from writing, so he went with a suggestion that he would like. “Do you like ice cream? It’s one of my favorite foods, even if it’s a cheat snack.” Trev wasn’t very good at watching his diet, truth be told, and having Remy as a father didn’t help with that. The amount of time he spent in the gym and on sports teams made up for his atrocious eating habits, though.

“Ice cream sounds perfect.” Savvy replied, thrilled that she’d get to hang out with Trevor today and Friday. She hadn’t been awake for more than two hours and she was already having an incredible day. “I’ve got a killer sweet tooth.” She admitted, a small laugh escaping from her lips.

“Mee tooo.” Trev agreed with a laugh. “I usually go this place called Creamistry. Hmm… when does the party start?”

Savannah took a look down at the flyer. “Starts at 8:00, boat leaves at 8:45 sharp…” She replied, reading off the paper and then looking back up at Trevor. “Would hate to be the person who shows up at 8:46.” She mused with a laugh.

“Yeah, totally. They’re punctual people, so that’s a serious deadline.” He chuckled and flashed an award winning smile at her. “How about I pick you up at 7 then?”

Sav nearly fainted right then and there when he smiled at her, but somehow managed to keep her composure. The way this boy made her feel just by looking at her was unlike anything she had experienced before. “7:00 it is.”

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Location: Homeroom -----> BHHS Hallway
Collab: Damian @Universorum and Savannah @melissahart

Savannah walked into homeroom, journal and pen in hand. She was ready to talk and redeem herself from yesterday, after her article turned sour (as deemed by Riley). Her green eyes darted around the room- he had to be here somewhere. After all, they did have homeroom together. Finally, her eyes landed on him. He was sitting in the corner surrounded by some other guys on the football team and didn’t seem too into the conversation, so she’d be the perfect distraction- she hoped.

Slowly walking over to him, she sat down at the empty desk in front of the boy and smiled genuinely, attempting to grab his attention. “Hey, Damian. Do you have a second?”

Damian’s mind was elsewhere. Last night had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions. His mom was pissed, and he knew she was pissed, because she’d called Trevor and then Remy right after… Sheesh. He was narrowly avoiding the executioner’s tax; a swing of the axe. As such, his mind wasn’t really into the conversation his ex-teammates were having, so when Savannah (right? she was redheaded. he should have had this down) approached him, he was more than happy to stand up.

“Yes, totally. Sure. Let’s go to the hall.” Damian said, before taking her arm and leading her to the hall.

Savvy was a little surprised with how enthusiastic Damian was acting- wasn’t he still supposed to be upset about the whole ordeal? Dropping her bag on a chair and following him to the hallway where it was a little bit quieter, the redhead tried to piece together the questions she had prepared for this interview. After all, she did practice in her mirror last night to make sure that this went flawlessly. She had already messed up once (‘messed up’ was up to interpretation- it was a bad article, but she did get a date out of it) and wasn’t planning on letting it happen again.

“So I’m the features editor for the Orange and Black and I’m writing an article about the upcoming Football season. As everyone already knows you are clearly missing from this season’s roster, so I wanted to take the opportunity to get your side of the story. Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions?”

Damian listened to what Sav had to say, and stared at her for a few quiet moments, the only sound filling the otherwise dead air being that of the footsteps of their peers. Finally, Damian spoke in a quiet, soft voice. “That’s uh… that’s the school newspaper, right?” He said, carefully gauging her reaction. He really… really needed to keep up on these things. Damian had been so focused on getting in Joy’s pants, that he’d forgotten details like that. Look, when your mind is all stackin’ plates, bangin’ weights, and kissin’ girls, you forget irrelevant stuff like the school newspaper. It’s just bound to happen.

Sav let out a small laugh at his comment- he was kidding right? Nevermind that, she answered his question. “Yes, it’s the school newspaper.” She replied, brushing her red hair out of her face. She opened up her journal and clicked her pen so she was ready to write. “I just have a few things I want to ask you so your voice can be heard by the rest of the student body.”

Alright, that answered that. Yeah, Damian supposed he could work with the school newspaper. They were at least fair and didn’t blow things as far out of proportion as the Weekend Warrior tended to do. “Sure, hit me with the questions. I’ll answer them.” Damian said, giving her a thumbs up. If it were any other girl, he’d hit on her. ...well, that wasn’t really true anymore. He was an honest man now! But even if he didn’t have Joy, he still wouldn’t go for her. This was Trevor’s girl. Dude had good taste.

“Great, let’s jump right in.” Savannah stated, putting her finger on her first question for the ex-captain. She looked up at him. You can’t play nice, Sav. Riley’s right, a good reporter needs to get to the good stuff, not just go skin deep... She reminded herself of the conversation that her and Trevor’s brother had the previous evening, which was driving this interview. “The administration was extremely harsh on your sanctions and suspension from the team. Was your indefinite removal due to other factors, or strictly in result of the celebration you held on new years?” She asked, getting right down to the nitty-gritty.

Whoa, that was a rather tense question. Damian had expected stuff like ‘are you good at football?’ Yes. ‘Is the team good at football?’ Mostly. ‘Will they win without you?’ I’d say yes. Damian took a deep breath, taking his response into careful consideration. Saying the wrong thing was a definite possibility here, and something he certainly wanted to avoid. “Just the party. I’m pretty sure that the Coach is more upset about me being kicked than I am. It’s definitely not my grades, those are ace. Put that in there, in case my moms reads this.” Damian explained, leaning over to see the notes that Sav wrote down.

Scribbling down his main points, Sav moved onto her follow-up question. “There are...rumors that you didn’t plan this party alone. Why did you take the fault if this is the case?” In order to sound unbiased, she phrased things in a way that made it seem as though she was an outside party.

“I mean, I didn’t really take it alone. Henry was there. I guess, it sucks, but at the end of the day… Maybe I got a little singled out. Doesn’t really matter, the team will go on. I’ll go on?” Whoops. That was more of a question than a confident, brave statement. Damian repeated himself, “I’ll be just fine without football. Maybe the administration will change their mind, though. Who knows?”

“That definitely says a lot about your character, Damian. The fault of one over the fault of many isn’t an easy situation to be in, but I’m sure your friends value that quality in you.” Savannah stated, writing down as much as she could. She looked up at him, hoping that she wasn’t being all too harsh- she really did want him to be able to tell his side of the story, hence, her next question. “I want to give you the opportunity to speak- for you to say whatever you want to the administration. If they were reading this article, what would you tell them?”

These questions weren’t very easy, man. Maybe he would have been better off sitting in class and listening to boys talk about nothing. “I guess I’d just want to say… that I don’t really think this is fair… and maybe it’s a little harsh, but I mean I guess that’s your call to make. Not mine.” Damian shrugged his shoulders. He really didn’t have a whole lot to say on this subject. “What’s done is done, and I know they’re not gonna reverse it. Why would they? But maybe they can at least never do it to anyone else. They really screwed the pooch, as far as me and Henry go.”

Savannah gave him a smile. “You’re doing great.” She told him, hopefully instilling some confidence in the boy. This was a complete 180 from her interview yesterday, but it was the best flip it could be. “Just one last question for you…” She started and looked up at him in order to make sure that she was truly ready. “If you could change one thing that you did in this situation, what would it be?”

Well, that’s an easy question. This response didn’t take Damian anywhere near as long to say:

“I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

Savannah smirked, writing down the one-liner word for word. Shutting her journal, she gave an appreciative glance to Damian. “I know some of that wasn’t the easiest, but I hope that this article is meant to paint you in a different light than the administration is putting you in. Thank you, Damian, I really appreciate it.” Sav stated with a smile. This was the kind of article she needed.

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Location: BHHS (Early Morning)
Mentions: Rose @Lovely Complex and The Twins @Universorum @smarty0114

5:00 AM. It was early, too early, but not for a certain Helmsley.

Bailee had work to do.

She had already drunk two cups of coffee, made a trip to the nearest copy center, and had already designed and mapped out a clean cut and aesthetically pleasing Marketing plan. With only T-15 hours until the party, she somehow had to get the word out to the entire student population of BHHS, which was more than 3,000 people. For any normal person, the task would be daunting, but for the brunette, this was child’s play.

Pulling her car into the dead and empty BHHS parking lot, she gathered her belongings and made her way towards the front entrance of the building. It was the first time she had been back to the school in six month, which caused nostalgia to be extremely evident. Then again, the past wasn’t important, so Bailee just moved forward. Walking in, she mercilessly started throwing flyers around like confetti. They littered the floors of the hallway, were stuck into lockers, slipped under the doors of classrooms- she put flyers wherever she could.

Surprisingly, there were some people actually at school during this hour, evidence being a blonde girl sitting and doodling on her jeans. Bailee approached the girl and slid her a flyer. “Party of the year is tonight, come one, come all.” She motioned down to the flyer and smiled before walking away to continue her quest.

Bailee made her way around the school until she was out of flyers. Then taking to social media, she held out her phone on her front camera so she was filming herself. Filming a small video, she gave the camera her brightest smile. “Hey BHHS, did you miss us? Epic party tonight on the Helmsley yacht, The Destiny. She leaves at 8:45 PM, so don’t be late!” Blowing a kiss at the camera and pressing the send button, she posted the video everywhere: Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook, hell, she even put it on LinkedIn.

Once she had littered social media like she had the school hallways, she sent out a text to her siblings.

The deed has been done. Everyone will know about tonight the moment they step into school. You can thank me later xox



Hey, BHHS, are you free tonight?

Come join the Helmsley's on The Destiny for a night on the Pacific that you will never forget...

Door opens at 8:00 PM

Boat leaves at 8:45 PM sharp


Don't miss out on the party of the year!


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