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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    OOC: I say we move along to lunch for now. We can have interactions between them later on.




    IC: Trig proved surprisingly relaxing. The teacher had a way of moving at the pace necessary for his students, and classical music played softly in the back of the room the entire period. Olivia had a feeling that math would, for the first time ever, become one of her favorite classes.




    Then came lunch.




    With her bookbag slung over one shoulder and her folded schedule clenched in her fist, she followed in succession to the massive flood of students pouring into the cafeteria.




    At this point, the Morgans were the furthest thing from her mind. What she was concerned about was where in the world she would sit. Surely the school library was open during this time?




    Stepping into the vast space of the lunchroom, she wondered if it was possible that she could make a hasty retreat to the library. She seldom ate lunch anyway.




    Against her better judgement, she continued through the lunchroom. Nervous habit made her brush her a pale auburn curl behind her ear. One day. She would give lunch a try for one day, but if there wasn't anywhere for her to sit, or if she somehow managed to make an idiot out of herself, she would have to look into the library from then on.





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    ESTHER MORGAN


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    [color=black] "Hey!"




    A tall boy with messy blonde hair and a big smile called from where he sat. Rocky tended to be friendly with the rare amount of new kids. He made them feel welcome, helped them out, and just became their friend. What REALLY got him into the girl? Word was she was Mayor Westwood's daughter.




    That little tidbit brought out happy childhood memories of a little girl with strawberry hair. He hoped, REALLY deep down, this was actually her.




    "Free seat, here! Always room for more!" he waved and gestured to the available chair. Which was lucky, seeing as said table already had a ton of members.


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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    At first, Olivia hadn't been sure that it was she who was being addressed.




    Her eyes surfed through the bustling crowd of students, and landed dead on a boy with scruffy blonde hair. There was no mistaking that it was she who he was summoning over to his populous table. Her head tilted involuntarily to the side, but standing still wasn't an option when people were maneuvering around her like schools of busy fish.




    Without giving herself a chance to think it over, she hurried over to the table and claimed the empty seat at the boy's side.




    "I- uh... Thanks." Her overall mood had much improved during math, and it was for this reason that she was friendlier than she had been beforehand. Specifically speaking, when she had spoken to Zac Morgan.




    She seemed to deflate with a heavy sigh of relief. After a moment, she glanced over at the boy who had called her over. Was this a simple act of mercy towards the new kid? Or curiosity, perhaps? Whatever the case, she didn't care. She had gotten a seat, and it wasn't alone, at the end of some table.




    Her pallid features twisted into an appreciative smile. "Seriously, I didn't think there would be anywhere to sit. I'm Olivia."





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    ZAC MORGAN


    Zac usually kept his eyes to himself. Bryce, however, was going on and on about he saw Olivia Westwood with 'wolf boy' at a lunch table. Once again, to see what the yammering was about, Zac watched the pair. Mostly his attention was on the Westwood girl instead of the werewolf. What? Don't judge.


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    BRYCE MORGAN


    "I'm not makin' it up! She's with WOLFIE!"




    Bryce went to join his siblings at the regular lunch table when he took a detour and saw lil miss Westwood sitting with the wolf boy of Leights. He had a thing for gossip among siblings. And he was bored.


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    [color=black] Olivia. That name rung a bell...Could she...? "Don't sweat it. I'm Rocky, by the way. My name kinda gets around." he clapped a hand on her shoulder. He had a spot among the few elite of Leights High School; Star player on the football team, a hit with the ladies, a golden boy. But he worked to keep his head from swelling up, or pulling a regrettable popularity stunt. "I heard you're a Westwood. Is that true?" a wolf necklace hung around his neck.




    A brown-haired, brown-eyed girl exaggerated a sigh, "Ignore the big doof. I'm Jamie, by the way."


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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    The tension by which Olivia's muscles were wrought began to subside. This guy- Rocky, was it?- wasn't bad at all! A bit touchy, she noted by the hand on her shoulder, but there didn't seem to be any ambiguity behind the action. Only friendliness.




    She allowed herself to crack a grin, first at Jamie, then Rocky. "Awe, no worries. I'm Olivia. And, yeah. My mom is Rachel Westwood." The mere act of admitting it made Olivia feel like a pompous ass. She didn't want to flaunt around who her mother was, especially not when it seemed like so many people were already well aware.




    A lanky, blonde boy sat adjacent to Jamie, with an expensive looking laptop closed on the table in front of him. Olivia couldn't help but take notice of him, as there were a shortage of people in Leights lucky enough to have freckles, and he was one of the few who had them. He appeared to have been looking at something over her shoulder, but when he caught her stare, a lopsided smile touched his face.




    "Mayor's kid, yeah? I'm Mattie."




    She offered him a polite nod before averting her attention back onto Rocky. She could have sworn she knew him from somewhere. After all, who could forget someone with a name like "Rocky"?




    She observed him through eyes like broken chips of dark green glass. "I swear, I know your name from somewhere. I think I had, like... a friend named Rocky when I was little." She folded her arms on the table in front of her, and, with a wry chuckle, nudged an obnoxious strand of her hair from her eyes.




    "Wouldn't happen to have been you, would it?"





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    ESTHER MORGAN


    Esther couldn't believe it herself. How, on her first day at Leights High School, had this one girl gained such notoriety? It was insane the measures people- and werewolves- were going to for a bit of information on the Westwood girl.




    She sunk back into her seat with a mystified shake of her head. "Trust me, Bryce. I can see." She was looking right at the girl, in fact. Not with any particular spite or envy in her expression. She couldn't have cared less about whether or not she hung out with Olivia. But that she had earned a seat with not only one of the most popular student among all others, but a werewolf.




    "What in the world would the Rockwell boy want with her?"





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    [color=palegoldenrod]"Dogs are curious by nature, you know? He's probably taking a nice, long whiff of her shampoo as we speak." Eli wore a mask of amusement. Little Miss Olivia really was climbing her way up the totem pole, wasn't she? He wondered if things might have gone in a similar direction had he, Zac, Bryce, and Esther opened up a bit more when they'd first moved to Leights. After all, they were fascinating damn people! There just weren't many ways they could admit to it.




    Not that he would have wanted things to be any different, mind you. He may have had careless tendencies every now and then, but he knew the repercussions of opening himself up, emotionally and otherwise, to humans.




    In short, things seldom went well.




    He cast a sidelong glance at Zac. It seemed to him that he just couldn't get enough of Olivia. Not that she wasn't a sight for sore eyes in an unchanging town like Leights, but even Eli didn't care enough to ogle at her like that. Briefly, Zac's lamentation of the morning passed through his head, but it dispersed as fast as it had come.


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    ZAC MORGAN


    Zac added to the conversation, "Whatever the reason, she's special." he never moved his eyes from Olivia as he spoke. The only other girl he'd ever watched this carefully had been Maisie. And look how THAT ended...




    Looks like he was headed for a repeat of the past. That is, if Olivia stayed away from him and hung out with the wolf instead. Never before had he felt a stronger case of deja vu than this. Oh well. Things COULD be different.


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    BRYCE MORGAN


    Bryce took his seat next to Eli's. "Girls love dogs. Mostly little ones, but there's usually an exception." if his hunch was correct, judging by the way Zac looked, Olivia Westwood was the new Maisie. THAT little bump had been a rough time for not only Zac, but the rest of the Morgans (They had to deal with the grieving vampire). "Keep an eye on lover boy, over there." he gesture to his brother in flannel.


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    [color=black] "Could be. Everyone knows everyone around here." Jamie offered.




    It was kinda scary; They had the exact same thought train. "That depends," Rocky began, "I recall an old friend named Olivia. Is there a chance you and her are the same?" The pieces of the puzzle were fitting well with each other. This HAD to be her.


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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    A spark of surprise flickered behind the evergreen hue of Olivia's eyes.




    "Wait, you think we know each other?" The question left her lips before she could stop herself. She hadn't been serious, having assumed that this old friend of her's would have been long gone, or even that she had dreamed up those few, vague play-dates by rivers and sweet-smelling pines.




    She leaned back in her seat, but didn't look away from Rocky. With a dawning smile on her face, she observed him with the fine eye of a scholar. "I thought those memories were dreams," she admitted after an extensive silence. She shook her head and laughed incredulously.




    That the two of them were long lost playmates would make sense.- She was moving back to Leights; he remembered a friend named Olivia, and she remembered a friend named Rocky.




    "This town really is inescapable, isn't it? I can't believe we've met before... I wish I could remember-" Olivia froze mid-sentence. From over Rocky's shoulder, she had snagged a glimpse of a certain flannel-shirted boy.




    Zac Morgan was looking right at her, and, suddenly, she couldn't look away. She stared back at him, mouth still hanging partially agape from her unfinished statement. Then, in one slow and dreamlike movement, she lifted up a hand and waved at him.




    After her tart demeanor in first period, she supposed she owed him at least that.





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    ESTHER MORGAN


    Esther exchanged uneasy looks with Eli. Now that Bryce mentioned it, she realized he was right. Zac's interest in Olivia was beginning to look a touch overdone. He was certainly far more interested in her than the rest of the group.




    Maisie's image flashed like a lightning bolt through her head.




    "Don't worry," she murmured. Beneath the table, however, her fists were clenched in her lap. She peeked at Olivia from beneath the curvature of her unusually long eyelashes. Her throat tightened when she saw that the human girl was waving at Zac.




    "He can take care of himself."




    But she was sure as hell not going to let him out of her sights.





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    [color=palegoldenrod]Eli couldn't believe his own eyes... So he chose not to.




    What appeared to be happening was not happening. Come on! Zac is smarter than that! he thought to himself, but even he couldn't ignore the look on his face.




    His jaw tightened, and he looked away.


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    ZAC MORGAN


    It wasn't long before blue eyes met green. Zac froze for a fleet second. Olivia waved. At him. Surprising, since she had been a little gruff at their first meeting. A little caught off guard, he nodded his head. His go-to response, it would seem.




    After everything that went down, he didn't want to entertain the idea he LIKED Olivia. She was special, but (He constantly told himself) not TOO special. Last girl he fancied, little Maisie...Romeo and Juliet had it better.


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    BRYCE MORGAN


    "Wish I found a girl like that. But it's hard to choose, ya know?"




    Bryce tended to make light of most things. He referred to Nico, of L.A., and his French vampire penpal, Veruca. But the way he talked, he was pretending to be some romantic playboy big shot.


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    [color=black] "Trust me. I would've escaped by now if I could."




    There was a very faint bitterness under Rocky's lighthearted words. Sometimes, living here got to him. He chaffed under the whole 'small town' lifestyle. Lately, little things upset him...




    "I'm real, aren't I? Sitting right in front of you?" he followed her gaze. Olivia was looking right at Zac Morgan. Sure, everyone else did the same. Rocky didn't hate the guy; Just didn't trust him. He looked kinda...Cold. And smelled funny, to boot.


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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    Half of Olivia hadn't even expected Zac's acknowledgement. She wouldn't have been at all shocked had he completely overlooked her. Perhaps a little disappointed, but nothing she wouldn't recover from.




    But, to her mixed feelings of exhilaration and relief, he nodded at her. She knew the thrill of excitement she felt in that moment was childish, but she didn't care one bit. The light pink spill coloring her cheeks might have suggested otherwise.




    It was Rocky's comment that finally liberated her from her stupor. She blinked once, and the last thing she thought about before looking away was just how blue Zac's eyes really were.




    "I- What? Uh, sorry." With an airy laugh, Olivia leaned back in her seat. "I was kinda a jerk to him in first. I don't want him to think the new kid wants to bite his head off or something, you know?"




    Now she felt bad. Overlooking Rocky, who had done absolutely nothing to deserve it. She scratched the back of her neck.




    "But that was earlier. Back to you. What exactly is keeping you here? Is it family or something? If I had to live here my entire life... I would at least try to get out of town on the weekends or something."





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    ESTHER MORGAN


    "Yeah. You're a real ladykiller, Bryce."




    Eli's wry tease rolled through Esther's head, as meaningless a din as the rest of the idle chatter from every other corner of the room. She was submerged in thought, too occupied with her own worries to reply. This was nothing out of the ordinary, as worrywart tendencies had followed Esther quite literally to the grace. It had always simply been who she was.




    She gave Zac a sidelong glance. Something inside of her couldn't bare to see him develop so much as a minute interest in a girl. Sure, one unfortunate mishap didn't mean that all would result in the same tragedy... But the possibility that it could, however slight, was still there. She had to take his interest off of her, even if only for a second.




    "So about what you said this morning, Zac- about nothing ever changing. You seem sorta... depressed. And I was just wondering if you've had anything to, uh, drink, lately?"





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    ZAC MORGAN


    "You COULD say I've been on a diet. Cutting down."




    Zac wasn't going into details. In short: He was keeping the killing to a minimum. Spiced things up, even if it was a small thrill. Add that to biting only those who had 'something' in their blood for that extra kick. "Or do you think I bit into something I shouldn't have?" he moved his head.


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    [color=black] "Well, yeah: Family. I can't just leave Mom, Alex, and Sky. Wouldn't be right."




    Again with the bittersweet sound. Things between him and Dad were frosty as of recent events. If Olivia recalled, Mr. Rockwell had been a serious, yet nice man. Blonde hair like his son's, and green eyes. WHY were they fighting? Lots of reasons: Mostly Rocky's explosive temper.


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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    A sympathetic noise rose from the back of Olivia's throat. She didn't understand his predicament, as she had spent the last several years doing, to be quite frank, anything she pleased. With a father who spent more time in grading papers or attending meetings than he did at home, Florida had been her's to explore. The funny thing was, she never did go to the beach. As much as she spited the bitter cold weather of Maine, there was something about the prospect of the beach that struck he as almost as unappealing.




    But not quite.




    "I guess not." Briefly, she thought of Ryan. She didn't know the kid well enough to say that she would make any immense sacrifice such as wasting away in this rat hole for him. In fact, she realized right then that there was nothing and nobody to keep her grounded in one place. She was only there to finish off school, and then...




    And then what would she do? Where would she go? With any luck, it would be somewhere of moderate temperature.




    "Honestly, I kind of wish there was something to keep me here." She rethought her words for a second, and then crinkled up her nose upon continuing. "Well, not here, in Leights. But I guess there's really not anybody to really keep me anywhere. Or even try." Once upon a time, right after the divorce, her father had gone out of his way to make her feel special; like she was a part of his actual family.




    He once would take her on weekly trips to the beach, and to explore the local businesses of surrounding cities and towns. Before she left, the only thing that even remained of the relationship they had once had was ice cream on Sundays. Every Sunday afternoon, they would load their selves into the car and make for the nearest grocery store, where they would buy two tubs of ice cream a piece. Her dad almost never failed to get two massive tubs of butter pecan, both of which would be wiped clean before nightfall. Olivia, however, tended to mix it up. Mint chocolate chip was a personal favorite. She usually got that, with a flavor of her dad's choosing if she was feeling experimental.





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    [color=palegoldenrod]Eli leaned back in his chair with a jeering snort. "You sure are acting like you did," His heart wasn't all that into the insult, and he found himself quickly diverting subjects.




    "I wouldn't hold back too much with that," he warned, thoughtfully plucking at the skin along the side of his fingernail. "You're playing with fire every second you hold back when you know you shouldn't be."




    He knew better than anyone the risks of repressing one's craving for blood. It had come back to bite him a number of times throughout his life, as he recalled in the case of his now long deceased uncle, as well as with a human boy he had once grown close to. Whether he had been trying to feel more human in repressing the urge, he couldn't recall at the moment. Both instances were so long ago, but neither had any less of an imprint on him than they had upon moment of impact.


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    Zac acted like it was no big deal. "I drink a bit on the side. Just for the buzz." Bad idea, admitting it. But as he said numerous times: Who cares? "Druggies and drunks." Humans with toxins in their veins paled in comparison to a drink of legend among the undead.


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    [color=black] Rocky didn't find it insulting. "Sometimes, I head out. You know, for leisure." Little drives out into the wilderness or wherever his car would take him. Helped clear his head when the temper got bad. "I could take you to those places. They're pretty great." It could be like old times.


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    An answer popped a bit too quick from Olivia's lips.




    "I would love that." Even a momentary escape from the choke-hold she felt this place had on her was an opportunity well worth leaping at.




    She hugged her arms around herself as a low growl rumbled through her stomach. Admittedly, she was beginning to wish she had taken a chance on the school lunch, but the period must have been nearing an end at some point soon. She wouldn't have any time to eat if she went for food now.




    She offered Rocky a wry smile. "Seriously. It doesn't look like I'll be making many other plans this year, so I'm available whenever you're in the mood to just take off."





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    Now that caught Esther's attention. Her head snapped automatically to the side.




    "What?" she exclaimed in unison with a baffled Eli.




    "Zac, Man. What on Earth is going through your head?" It was convenient that Eli managed to recover his voice before Esther. Had Esther claimed the spotlight before him, she would have looked quite the sputtering fool.




    Sure, there were occasions in which she had given into the temptation of a haggard old drunk, or perhaps a druggie so gaunt that their blood seemed more like the consumed drug than actual blood, but she hadn't done that in a few years.




    "Seriously. You know you can come to us if you need help. If nothing else, Delilah or Samuel would try to help if something's going on." Her own voice was surprisingly suave, somehow unaffected by the confusion spilling through her veins.





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    "Something you'll never understand. Not even I get it." Zac was a complex person. Maybe immortality got to him. He spent certain sleepless nights remembering: His biological brother, Elijah, and whatever became of him. Of Maisie, and how horrified and furious he had been to hear she had been killed.




    Propped head on elbow, "I'll try to quit. Promise." Since when had he been known to break promises? They could *probably* trust him.


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    [color=black] Rocky had a feeling she might've been hungry. Luckily, for the both of them, he had two pieces of pizza. He took one off his tray and passed it to Olivia. "Not much of a welcome present, huh?" he joked. It sounded lame, he just knew it.


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    For a moment, Olivia considered turning the pizza down. It was the polite thing to do, plus she didn't want to seem like she needed to be taken care of. But it was the first day, so surely she deserved to be cut a little bit of slack? After all, she noted another slice laying on his plate. Rocky wouldn't be going hungry, she wouldn't be going hungry; everybody wins.




    She scoffed at his words, and accepted the slice with a grateful smile edging across her lips. "Only one I've gotten, yet." With that, she took a quick bite of the school's attempt at a pizza, and was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't horrible. Sure, they went a bit heavy on the grease, but the bread was textured like bread rather than cardboard, and the cheese wasn't horrible either. Whether it was because she hadn't eaten that morning, or that this school actually had semi-decent food, she couldn't say.




    "This isn't bad," With wide eyes and the remainder of her pizza held in one hand, she sounded positively baffled as she looked to Rocky. "It's almost, like, food or something."





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    [color=palegoldenrod]Eli could see that Esther didn't appear convinced by Zac's vow. She fell into a gloomy silence, leaving his words unanswered. He, however, wasn't about to turn down any opportunity to stake something like this into Zac's mind. If he made a promise, then it was likely to be kept. And, even if it wasn't, what was there to lose from making him agree to one?




    "You'd better try." He was standing up now. The bell hadn't yet rung, but he needed to go grab his books for the last couple of classes out of the back of the van. It was an easier and cheaper alternative to renting out a locker for the year, plus he was lazy. Who wanted to tote around books from all four classes around in their bag all day? Or to seek their locker among thousands of others between classes? It was all much too tedious for him to bother with.


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