the heathers: the untold story

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    hmmm


    i think you should make a shy wallflower girl who turns out to be a psycho too and is murdering people too and zane is like "wtf?? there's another murder and it wasn't me???? whaaat??????"

    and then he partners up with your girl and its just a trio of maniacs xD

    and he'd protect her and they'd be like best friends

    i would say lovers, but that slots been taken by crystal


    and if you'd like to make a second character, you could make a male teacher that is involved in all of this? and maybe involved with my girl mila? ooo scandal


    otherwise, its all up to you, love!
    just be fill out some forms and then you can join in!

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    i had a flashback of something that never existed

    dayton slater + 17 years + such a messy, broken boi




    GENERAL/ "love or fascination"

    + dayton morrissey slater

    + "day-day" (he only lets his sister call him that), "slate", "slater", "morrissey"

    + dayton (bright and sunny town), morrissey (n/a), slater (medieval english, but of early french origins. derives from the pre 8th century french word "esclate")

    + 17 years old

    + senior

    + scorpio

    + cis male

    + heterosexual

    + overprotective big brother

    + face-claim is young judd nelson

    + theme song(s): i want you by savage garden

    + dayton takes pleasure in making others uncomfortable, and always retaliates when being provoked. initially, he shows no respect for school property or others for that matter, but later he will learn to accept the idea of kindness.


    BRIEF HISTORY/ "i don't know the difference"

    + 11 years ago in early october, dayton, blanche (his younger sister), were taken on an unexpected "trip" with their parents, michael and christina. an hour away from their home, michael pulled the truck over to the side of the dirt road. he and christina told dayton and blanche to wait in the car. they got out of the truck, joined hands, and walked off into the woods. michael had left the keys in the ignition. half an hour later, eight year old dayton began to worry and seven year old blanche wanted to go out and find them. dayton grabbed the keys and exited the truck with blanche, locking it as they ventured into the woods to search for their parents. their search spanned hours, and they lost their way back to the truck.


    the next morning, two hikers discovered the abandoned truck, which was still locked, sitting on the side of the dirt road. inside, michael's wallet and phone, christina's purse, jackets, a gps, and $32,000 in cash in a bank bag stashed below the driver's seat. the gps unit in the truck indicated that the family had been farther up a nearby hill prior to the location where their truck and belongings were found. investigators followed the gps's coordinates and it was there that they found foot prints. that same day over 300 people, including authorities and volunteers, formed a large scale air and ground search party. they discovered dayton and blanche five miles from the truck. their parents were still missing.


    it wasn't until years later that just three miles from where the truck was found, hunters stumbled upon the partial skeletal remains of two adults. forensic testing proved they were the skeletons of michael and christina, but due to the state of decomposition, the cause of death could not be determined.


    dayton and blanche had been taken into the care of their grandma, never knowing what happened or why. dayton had been the one to mostly raise his sister due to their grandma developing dementia.




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    i can tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell

    blanche slater + 16 years + madness




    GENERAL/ "it's not illegal to kill someone"

    + blanche yousin slater

    + "lanny"

    + blanche (from a medieval french nickname meaning "white, fair"), yousin (n/a), slater (medieval english, but of early french origins. derives from the pre 8th century french word "esclate")

    + 16 years old

    + junior

    + taurus

    + cis female

    + heterosexual

    + psychopath

    + face-claim is lucy hale

    + theme song(s): golden antlers by glass animals

    + blanche has antisocial personality disorder, and paranoid personality disorder. she has twisted, violent tendencies and lacks remorse. she is completely aware of reality, and manipulates it


    BRIEF HISTORY/ "if you don't get caught"

    + 11 years ago in early october, dayton and blanche were taken on an unexpected "trip" with their parents, michael and christina. an hour away from their home, michael pulled the truck over to the side of the dirt road. he and christina told dayton and blanche to wait in the car. they got out of the truck, joined hands, and walked off into the woods. michael had left the keys in the ignition. half an hour later, eight year old dayton began to worry and seven year old blanche wanted to go out and find them. dayton grabbed the keys and exited the truck with blanche, locking it as they ventured into the woods to search for their parents. their search spanned hours, and they lost their way back to the truck.


    the next morning, two hikers discovered the abandoned truck, which was still locked, sitting on the side of the dirt road. inside, michael's wallet and phone, christina's purse, jackets, a gps, and $32,000 in cash in a bank bag stashed below the driver's seat. the gps unit in the truck indicated that the family had been farther up a nearby hill prior to the location where their truck and belongings were found. investigators followed the gps's coordinates and it was there that they found foot prints. that same day over 300 people, including authorities and volunteers, formed a large scale air and ground search party. they discovered dayton and blanche five miles from the truck. their parents were still missing.


    it wasn't until years later that just three miles from where the truck was found, hunters stumbled upon the partial skeletal remains of two adults. forensic testing proved they were the skeletons of michael and christina, but due to the state of decomposition, the cause of death could not be determined.


    dayton and blanche had been taken into the care of their grandma, never knowing what happened or why.

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    of course, love! i'm glad you're joining! :)

    maybe make an outcast? like someone who is bullied constantly? and my boy wyatt would become best friends with them because he's always been bullied too

    its really up to you, hun!

    wow mila is going to have two guys and a girl fighting over her xD

    of course she's gonna end up with phoenix, but what if she becomes pregnant with dayton's child??? :0

    wow i love to complicate things


    octavia blue jones ☾

    freshman / fifteen / the new girl / heterosexual / single

    Octavia sat up in bed, her thin sheets covering her soft legs as she curled one of her knees to her chest. Her blonde waves cascaded down her back and her hazel eyes seemed to gloss over. She blinked, looking out her window. She had a balcony and she often sat out there when she was lost in thought. The blonde beauty looked at the time. It was 3:45 am. Octavia blinked and pushed herself off of her bed, letting her soft sheets roll off her porcelain body. She grabbed her teddy bear, one that her mother had given to her. She hugged the small stuffed bear to her chest as she approached her balcony. She swung open the doors and stepped out onto the cold concrete, her bare feet becoming tingly from the cold. Octavia seemed to dance on the air as she stepped further onto the balcony, her silk pajamas a bit loose on her frail frame. She moved to sit down on her balcony, her legs sitting in an indian style. She hugged the bear to her chest as she looked up at the night sky. Stars brightened her pale skin and sparkled and seemed to call her name. Octavia felt tears well in her eyes and her bottom lip quivered. She adored her mother, even in her death. She thought of her mother as an angel and she felt as if she didn't deserve such a woman as a mother. Octavia let a soft sob escape her lips, lowering her head. She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged the bear, as if it had the power to bring her mother back. Octavia cried as she coiled into herself. She just hugged the bear as tight as she could, breathing in her mother's faint vanilla scent from the bear. She looked up at the night sky once more with a soft cry. She whimpered and pain filled her hazel eyes. She looked at the stars, wondering if one of them could be her mother. She cried and shook her head, coiling into herself once more. "I love you, Mommy. Please come home." Octavia pleaded with a broken voice as she hugged the bear tightly. She sat on the cold balcony for another twenty minutes, crying and begging for her mother to come back. She eventually became exhausted and she curled up on her side and fell asleep. Octavia's grandmother, Marianne, slowly peeked the door open. She often checked on her grandchildren as they slept ever since they had moved in with her a few weeks ago. But when she saw her granddaughter's bed was empty, she frowned. That's when Marianne saw the balcony doors open. The kind grandmother saw her Octavia asleep on the balcony and her eyes filled with sorrow. She slowly approached her broken granddaughter and saw the bear she was clutching so tightly. Marianne's blue eyes swelled with tears and she sighed shakily. She bent down and lifted her frail granddaughter into her arms and began to carry her back to her bed. She made sure that Octavia still held the bear in her arms. She gently set her granddaughter down in her bed and pulled the blankets and sheets over her. She smiled softly and brushed Octavia's blonde locks from her face. She watched her sleep peacefully, soft breaths escaping her parted lips. She kissed Octavia's forehead gently and shut her eyes, tears silently rolling down her cheeks. "I miss her too, mon cheri." Marianne whispered softly, pain in her blue eyes. She smiled gently before she turned and left the room, shutting the door quietly.


    Octavia woke to her alarm going off. She blinked her eyes open, reaching for her phone. She fumbled around with the buttons at first but then she was finally able to turn the alarm off. She sighed deeply and pushed herself off of her bed, forcing herself to sit up. She blinked, letting her eyes adjust. She then frowned. She had fallen asleep on the balcony, how had she gotten back inside? Octavia looked over to see her balcony doors closed as well as her bedroom door. She looked over, seeing her mother's teddy bear on the bed beside her. She quickly snatched it up and inhaled the distant vanilla scent. She sighed deeply and hugged him to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut. She assumed her grandmother had moved her so she wouldn't get cold on the balcony. Octavia picked up her phone once more and looked at the time. 6:45 am. Octavia stood and walked to her bathroom, flipping the light switch. She set her teddy bear down on a nearby shelf and ran a hand through her hair. She turned on the warm water for the bath before stripping herself down to the nude. She tossed her silk pajamas into the nearby hamper and hugged herself. As the water warmed up, she turned a small knob so that the tub would fill up. She grabbed her phone and searched through some music. She connected her phone to her blue tooth speaker and pursed her lips as she searched for songs. She played Battlefield by Lea Michelle and set her phone down by her sink. She slipped inside of her bathtub, wincing at the hot water. She turned off the water and sighed deeply, closing her eyes. She lost herself in the song, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt the tears. She whimpered and let herself slip into the water, completely under the water. She opened her eyes and stared up at her ceiling from under the water. She let out a small breath, resulting in a few small bubbles. The music was muffled but she could still hear the words. She watched her blonde hair dance around her and she closed her eyes. She stayed like this for a few moments but she slowly pushed herself above water once she ran out of breath. She panted softly, running a hand through her wet hair. She wiped the water from her face and pulled her knees to her chest. She sniffled and laid her cheek on her knees. She sat like that for a few minutes before she wiped the tears from her cheeks. She sat up and began to wash her hair and her body. Moonlight by Ali Gatie began to play and she began to sing along as she washed her porcelain legs with a loofa. Once she was done, she began to drain the water from the bathtub and she stood, her body dripping wet. She grabbed a towel and dried off her body and then pulled her hair into the towel on top of her head. She stepped out of the tub and walked over to her sink. She brushed her teeth with her pink toothbrush and looked in her reflection, wondering how she was gonna do her makeup. She spit out the toothpaste in the sink and rinsed off her toothbrush and rinsed out her mouth. She checked her teeth in the mirror before she moved to walk out of her bathroom, turning off the light switch.


    Octavia walked over to her dresser, slipping on some matching underwear and a bra. She adjusted her bra and looked in her mirror, pursing her lips. She felt her body was awkward and weirdly curved but to anyone on the outside, she was stunning. She stepped toward her closet as she searched for an outfit to wear. She finally found one she loved and she smiled softly. She slipped the outfit on and then twirled as she looked in the mirror. She walked over to her vanity and began to work on her makeup. She grabbed her phone and changed it to K. by Cigarettes After Sex. She sang the song as she applied her foundation. The blonde beauty bobbed her head and swayed to the song, smiling softly. She began to conceal her face and then contour and powder. As she did so, she looked at the time. 7:15 am. She had time. She blended everything out and then worked on her eyes. She crossed one leg over the other as she blended the eye shadow into her crease and then applied a winged eyeliner to each eye. She inspected her eye shadow one last time before applying her mascara. She then added the highlight to her cheekbones and then applied her lipstick. She added some gloss as well before she pulled her hair out of the towel. She tossed the damp towel into a nearby hamper and then began to blow dry her hair. She looked down at her phone, seeing I Found by Amber Run playing. She sang along as her hair dried. She turned off the blow dryer and brushed her hair. She pulled her hair up and worked it into a messy bun, pulling a few stray hairs out on her own. She looked at her reflection, satisfied with her look. She smiled widely and stood, moving to grab her back pack. She turned off the music on her phone as she looked through her bag, making sure she got everything inside that she needed. She then slung her bag over her shoulder and then curled her other arm through the loop. She walked over to her shoe rack and looked down at her bare feet. She then lifted her head and saw her teddy bear still on the counter. She rushed over to him, hugging him tightly. She blinked as she looked down at him and then she decided to put him into her bag. She zipped up her bag quickly before grabbing her desired shoes and a pair of socks. She jogged down the stairs and sat on the edge of the couch in her living room to put on her socks and her shoes. She peered at the clock on the microwave to check the time. 7:30 am. Marianne smiled at her granddaughter s the fifteen year old girl walked up to her and her little brother. She gently ruffled her baby brothers hair as he ate bananas in his high chair. She smiled at his cooing and her hazel eyes lifted to her grandmother.


    "I'm gonna walk to school today, Grammy." Octavia said and as she saw her grandmother begin to object, she continued. "You are still feeding JJ breakfast and I don't want him to have to rush just to take me to school. You can take me every other day for the rest of the year. But I could also use the time to clear my head." Octavia finished and she saw her grandmother's face soften. Marianne smiled at her granddaughter and kissed her cheek. "Text me once you get there safe. And come straight home if you can. If you want to go to a friend's, please let me know beforehand." Marianne spoke as she fed more banana to JJ. Octavia smiled and kissed her grandmother's cheek before shuffling out the door. "Bye Grammy. I love you!" Octavia called out as she shut the front door. The blonde teen smiled softly as she began to walk. She plugged in her headphones to her phone and began to play music as she put the earbuds into her ears. She walked with her phone in her hand, her hazel eyes focusing on her surroundings. It really was a beautiful morning and Octavia adored that. She hummed along as Medicine by Daughter played in her ears. She walked on the side of the road, watching cars drive past her. She blinked, watching the change of scenery from trees to more buildings as she came closer to the school. She made sure to be careful of where she walked and looked both ways before crossing the street. She came up to the school, watching all the students say hi to each other and be excited to see one another. Octavia, unfortunately, was the new girl so she knew no one. She walked up to the school steps, feeling everyone staring at her. She whimpered and shuffled up the steps quickly. She came into the school, shoving her headphones into her bag and checking the time on her phone. 8:15 am. Perfect. She thought everything was going to be calm on her first day and then she heard a commotion. She looked over and saw a very large jock grab a smaller male's shirt. Her eyes widened as she realized the poor boy was about to get beat and no one was doing anything to stop it. Octavia shuffled over and pushed herself between the two boys, separating them. She held her arms up to keep them separated. She looked at the jock with those innocent hazel eyes of hers. "I know he bumped into you but I'm sure it was an accident. So, let's just settle down and not start anything we'll regret, yeah?" Octavia said softly and she heard the jocks still laughing. She glanced back at the boy she had saved and smiled softly at him. Then she turned back to the jock and then saw his eyes go from anger to hunger. For her. She gulped and took a step back, laughing awkwardly. Her eyes looked around, as if pleading someone for help. The jocks just continued to laugh and talk about her as if she wasn't even there. How cute and innocent she looked and how they'd like to ruin that. The jock approached further and Octavia backed up until she collided with the male she had saved before. She felt the jock aggressively grab her wrist and yank her toward him and she cried out in pain. She grunted and tried to push herself from him but he was much too strong. "Ow! You're hurting me!" Octavia cried out as tears welled in her hazel eyes. Pain surged from her wrist as her heart raced with fear. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, praying for someone to come and save her from the big scary monster.




    blaine marques monroe ★

    junior / sixteen / designated gay friend / homosexual / single

    Blaine woke at 5:00 am. He was very much an early riser and he liked to make sure he was prepared for the day, especially when it came to school. Blaine grabbed his phone, shutting off the alarm. He pushed himself to sit up and he groaned, stretching out his body. He felt a satisfying pop and he purred. He shoved his sheets off of his body and grabbed his phone before walking into the bathroom, flipping on the light switch. He sighed and stepped over toward the shower and turned on the warm water. As the water heated up, he stripped off his clothes and then tossed them into the hamper. He hummed and grabbed his phone, putting the Mamma Mia's soundtrack on shuffle. Lay all your love on me played first. Blaine smiled widely and danced over toward the shower, singing along. He stepped inside the shower and sang along while dancing around in the water. He laughed and washed his hair, swaying his hips to the 70's beat. He laughed and washed the soap from his hair and then moved to wash his body. Honey Honey began to play as he washed off his body and he nearly squealed. He put conditioner in his hair and then rubbed the face wash into his face. He sang along to the music and laughed, dancing around. He truly came alive when he was singing and dancing. He had always dreamed of going to Julliard and becoming famous on Broadway and he was determined to make that happen. Blaine washed out his hair and washed his face before grabbing a towel and turning off the shower. He sang as he dried off his body, his voice melodic and sweet. He then grabbed his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. He hummed along as another song came on and he spit out the toothpaste. He rinsed the sink and his toothbrush, setting it back in the holder. He then rinsed out his mouth and popped one of his vitamins into his mouth. He chewed it and then reached into one of his drawers, pulling out a gold face mask. He put the face mask on and sang along to the soundtrack softly. He then applied lotion to his body, his legs, his arms, everywhere. He inhaled the sweet rose scent. He smiled softly and then began to blow dry his hair. He hummed along and once his hair was dry, he wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out to his bedroom, turning off the light to the bathroom and grabbing his phone. He walked over to his vanity as he styled his hair with some organic hair gel. He did his usual quiff and smiled at his reflection. He walked over to his closet and pursed his lips s he thought of what to wear. He grabbed some maroon tight boxer briefs and slipped them on and continued to search through his closet.


    He finally found the outfit he had been craving and he slipped it on. He smiled as he sauntered up to his reflection. He took a quick mirror selfie and hen realized he still had his face mask on. He peeled the mask of and tossed it into the trash. He rubbed his face, happy for the softness. He walked back over to the mirror and took mirror selfie with a cute Snapchat face filter on him. He smiled and then posted it before slipped on some black shoes and grabbing his bag. He shuffled down the stairs as he grabbed his car keys from the nearby rack. His mother was making breakfast and his little sister was practicing her spelling. Maybelle was dyslexic so she always seemed to be working on ways to improve herself. Blaine blinked and turned his gaze to the time on the microwave clock. 7:00 am. He blinked. He must've taken a longer shower than he thought. Blaine turned his attention to the key rack to see his father's keys were missing. "Did Dad not come home last night?" Blaine asked as he stood at the island in the middle of the kitchen. His mother, Cecelia, lifted her brown gaze to look at her son. She sighed and set down the knife she was using to cut tomatoes. She shook her head and spoke. "No, he said he would be at the office the whole night and most of this morning. Some big case came up." His mother explained and Blaine scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Mom, this is a small town. There are no big cases besides a cat stuck in a tree." Blaine said bitterly and pushed off the island. Cecelia sighed and continued to cut the tomatoes. Blaine walked over to his sister and sat down beside her, seeing the frustration that was clear in her face. He smiled softly at her and she sighed, leaning back. "I can't do this!" Maybelle whimpered as tears swelled her eyes. Blaine shook his head and leaned forward. "Maybelle, you can do anything you set your mind to. You are stronger than you know. Just take a moment, breathe, and back track. Try and look t it from another perspective and see if that works." Blaine said with a sweet smile. Maybelle smiled softly and looked up at her older brother with loving green eyes. "Thanks, Oogie." Maybelle giggled as she called him her childhood name for him. Blaine rolled his eyes and smiled, ruffling her hair. "No problem, my little Firefly." Blaine chuckled and stood. Maybelle returned to her work and Blaine walked over to his mom, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. "Remind her shes just a kid, please. She doesn't need this kind of stress." Blaine said as he kissed his mothers forehead. "I gotta go. I'll make sure to get something for breakfast on the way there." Blaine said and hugged his mother. He then moved to kiss Maybelle's hair. "I'll see you guys after school. I love you both." Blaine said and walked out the front door. He walked over to his car and unlocked it, slipping inside.


    Blaine reversed and sped off toward Starbucks. The teen connected his phone to the aux and played From now on from The Greatest Showman. He sang along, tapping the beat onto his wheel. He drive toward the coffee shop, not really caring if the coffee made him late. He needed it. As he pulled up to the Starbucks, he turned down his music and tossed his back pack into the seat next to him. He ordered a cold brew and a breakfast sandwich. He paid with his gold debit card and grabbed his sandwich. He tapped his fingers to the beat as he waited for his drink. He looked at the time. 7:57 am. He sighed and changed the song to Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds. He sang along and took his coffee with a smile before speeding off. He took a sip of his coffee as he drove to the school. He parked toward the front as he arrived. He climbed out, grabbing his drink, his breakfast and his bag. He locked his car and shoved his phone into his back pocket. He sipped his cold brew and sauntered up the steps of the school. He went straight to the cafeteria and almost instantly saw Jazzy and Vivi. He smiled brightly at them and walked over to them, sitting on the bench underneath them. He sipped his cold brew and offered each of them a bite of his sandwich. As he looked around the cafeteria, he snickered. "How long do you think it'll stay quiet?" Blaine asked the girls as he had a devious smirk on his pink lips.





    phoenix caspar valois ☯

    senior / seventeen / the artist / homosexual / single

    Phoenix's eyes slowly peeked open as she felt the sun hit her pale cheeks through her curtains. She blinked and reached over to grab her phone, checking the time. 7:00 am. The mother pushed herself out of bed with a soft groan and walked over to her daughter's crib. She peered inside to see her daughter sleeping soundly, holding her small teddy bear in her arms. Phoenix tilted her head to the side as she watched her daughter with loving eyes. She decided she would let her sleep a bit longer. She walked out of her room and quietly shut the door. She lived in a trailer with her mother in a trailer park closer to the outskirts of town. She didn't mind. She liked the trailer. Small, quaint, simple. Phoenix stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. She turned on the shower and pulled the curtain closed. She let the water warm up as she stripped off her clothes. She tossed them into the laundry basket and grabbed a towel, setting it on the toilet. She hummed as she stepped into the shower. She washed her hair and then her body. She knew she couldn't enjoy the shower, s much s she wanted to. Addison would wake up soon and Phoenix needed to be at school. She quickly washed off her body and then put in her conditioner and then began to scrub on her face wash. Phoenix heard the door creak open and she peeked out of the curtain to see who it was. Addison stood there, sleepily rubbing her eyes as she held her teddy bear in her small arms. Phoenix giggled softly and looked at her daughter with adoration. She loved her footie pajamas, they made her look adorable. The mother then washed out her hair and then her face wash. She opened the curtain to the shower as she turned off the water. Addison looked up at her mother with tired green eyes. Phoenix smiled at her blonde toddler as she wrapped herself in a towel. She crouched down to Addison and picked her up, brushing her wet hair behind her ear. "What's the point of having you in a crib if you can escape it now?" Phoenix said sweetly as she pinched her daughter's nose. Addison giggled and continued to suck on the pink pacifier in her mouth. Phoenix gently set her daughter down on the sink counter and grabbed her Storm Trooper toothbrush. She began to brush her teeth with Addison played with the ends of her mother's wet hair. Phoenix hummed as she brushed her teeth and Addison watched her with sleepy eyes. Phoenix spit out the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed the sink and then her mouth. She then rinsed her toothbrush and put it in the holder. Phoenix lifted her daughter back into her arms and Addison wrapped her arms around her mother's neck sleepily. Phoenix smiled softly and carried her back to her room. She set Addison down on her bed and then shut her bedroom door. She walked over to her daughter and grabbed a box of wipes and a diaper. She then took off Addison's footie pajamas and tossed them into the laundry basket. She noticed Addison becoming restless once she saw it was time for a diaper change. Phoenix gently began to sing a Russian lullaby her mother had sang to her. Addison always loved it. Addison smiled softly and began to play with her mother's hair. Phoenix smiled and continued to sing as she changed her daughter's diaper.


    Once she was finished changing Addison's diaper, Phoenix squealed and began to blow kisses on her daughter's stomach. Addison erupted into laughter and her green eyes filled with happiness and love. Phoenix giggled and kissed her daughter's forehead before moving to throw her diaper in the trash. She then sang softly as she lifted Addison into her arms once more. She rummaged through Addison's dresser for an outfit for her to wear. Addison watched her mother do so before she pointed out a cute outfit, not saying a word. Addison didn't talk much, which was fine. Phoenix knew her daughter was just a shy girl and would be until she got older and was able to come out of her shell. The young mother looked down at the outfit her daughter had pointed out and she held it up. "You wanna wear this one today, cuddle bug?" Phoenix asked in a sweet voice. Addison just nodded and laid her head on her mother's shoulder. Phoenix could tell Addison knew she was going to be gone, even if only for a few hours. The two hadn't been separated since Addison's birth. Phoenix has been home schooled up until recently. But she wanted to finish school at a public school, to make a better future for Addison. Phoenix smiled sadly and held her daughter close before walking over to her bed. She set Addison down on her soft bed once more and then beckoned for Addison to stand. The toddler stood and held her hands up so that her mother could slip on the outfit. Phoenix smiled softly. The mother sipped on the dress first and then the pantyhose. All the while, she giggled and joked and kissed her daughter. Addison giggled and squealed and Phoenix adored very minute. The young teen then slipped on her coat and picked her up, setting her down on the floor. Phoenix handed Addison her teddy bear and the toddler rushed over to the bathroom. She knew it was time for her hair. Phoenix giggled at her daughter's actions and moved to follow after her. She brushed out her long blonde locks and pulled them into a high ponytail. She then pulled out a few stray hairs to let it look more natural. Addison smiled at her reflection and Phoenix kissed her head. "Beautiful, my little finch." Phoenix mused and Addison climbed down and rushed off to show her grandmother. The teen giggled and walked back over to her room. She slipped on a simple bra and underwear set and then proceeded to slip on some simple clothes to wear to school. She pulled her hair into a messy double bun hairstyle as she finished getting dressed and then slipped on her shoes. She grabbed her back pack and slung it over her shoulder as she walked down the hall. She walked into the living room to see Addison on the floor in front of the television, watching Tom and Jerry. She was eating apple slices and had some sweet tea in her sippy cup.


    Phoenix checked the time and cursed under her breath. She turned to see her mother standing there with a kind smile. Phoenix opened her mouth to speak but her mother simply smiled and nodded toward the front door. Phoenix thanked her mother softly and kissed her cheek. Phoenix rushed over to her daughter and hugged her tightly, squeezing her eyes shut. Addison hugged her mother back tightly and smiled softly. "I'll be back before you know it, little bug. For now, listen to what Nana says, okay? She's in charge." Phoenix said to her daughter as she pulled from the embrace to look at her daughter. Addison nodded as she chewed her apple slice. Phoenix sighed and kissed her daughter before standing. She grabbed her truck keys and opened the front door. "Bye, Mom! Bye, baby girl. I love you both!" Phoenix called out as she rushed out the front door. She ran up to her truck and climbed inside, starting it up. It was her dad's old truck, not that she ever knew him. It was hers now cause he had abandoned the truck just like he had abandoned his family, her mother would always say. Phoenix drove off toward the school and watched the scenery change. She tapped her fingers on the wheel in an antsy manner and pursed her lips. She was trying to be a good influence on her daughter, she didn't want to be late her first day of school. Phoenix arrived at the school quickly and parked her truck as toward the front as she could. She hopped out of her truck, grabbing her back. She locked her truck and then shuffled toward the school. She had met most of the kids going here over summer and she was close with a few, mostly males. Like Chris. Speaking of which, she jumped back as he came out of the girl's bathroom as she entered the school. The mother frowned but she didn't bother to question it. She walked up to him, concern on her face. He seemed to be tweaking out, based on his eyes. She pursed her lips and moved him out of the middle of the hall and near the lockers. She brushed some loose hair behind her ear and then looked at her friend with worry. "Chris, be honest with me. Are you tweaking out right now?" Phoenix said in a worried mom tone. She watched him closely. "Does this have to do with Jaz? Cause I'm sure you can fix anything between you two. You two love each other a lot." Phoenix finished with a soft sigh. She gripped her back pack strap with one hand and watched him, making sure he didn't do anything stupid.


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    viktor lucian keelin ♛

    senior / seventeen / the troublemaker / heterosexual / single

    Viktor woke to the sunlight hitting his face. He slowly opened his eyes and looked out at where the sunlight was coming from. It was peeking through the curtains on a window but he didn't recognize it. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, letting his tired eyes adjust. As he looked around the room, he noticed he recognized the room. But it wasn't his. He felt a hand snake around him and curl onto his chest. He closed his eyes and smiled at the touch. He knew exactly where he was now. He let his eyes remained closed as her hand moved down his toned stomach and to where the sheets covered his bare body. As her hand slid under the sheets, he smiled hazily. Her felt her soft lips on his shoulder and felt pure ecstasy by her touch. A shudder escaped his parted lips and he enjoyed the moment, a lopsided smile on his lips. Viktor opened his eyes once she removed her hand and a frown. Then, her curvy body climbed on top of him as she ripped the sheet off his body. Viktor growled lowly and squeals of pleasure came from the room and filled the air. Viktor had not even noticed the time, nor did he care. He lost himself in her curves and in her noises of pleasure. Their embrace of lust lasted for about thirty minutes and when it was over, she rolled over onto the bed beside Viktor. The two panted and looked at each other with goofy smiles. Viktor leaned over and kissed her passionately. She kissed back and moved her hand to the side of his face. Viktor then pulled from the embrace and he stood, letting the sheets fall off his naked body. He scoured the room for his clothes that had been tossed this way and that. Avery, the woman in the bed, watched him as she bit her lip. Viktor and Avery had been seeing each other for two years and they both knew it was nothing more than sex. They both knew that and respected that. Avery was a mom and she had a son named Chris. Chris also happened to be a jock at Viktor's school. The two didn't get along and Viktor smirked at the thought of Chris finding out he had been sleeping with his mother for two years. Viktor grabbed all of his clothes and slipped on his navy blue tight boxer briefs. He ran a hand through his hair, his chiseled body shimmering in the sunlight from the sweat from the aggressive sex moments before. Avery watched him hungrily as she sat up in the bed. Viktor looked at her with a quirked brow and he chuckled lowly. "I can come back over after school if you want. Or you can just meet me at my house." Viktor said with that charming smile of his. Avery had a thoughtful look on her beautiful face and then she stood and stared down Viktor. He lifted his chin and watched her with amused eyes. She stood there on the bed, naked before him. If he had more time, he'd get rid of that attitude she was giving him. But, he had promised Zane that he'd actually show up to school. That day, at least. Viktor licked his lips and tossed on his shirt, sauntering over to Avery. He stood level to her stomach since she was standing on the bed. Viktor leaned forward and kissed her stomach softly, his hands trailing down her legs. He heard her gasp and he smirked. He let his eyes roll open as he looked up at her. He smirked deviously and slapped her arse with a loud smack. She squealed and Viktor chuckled, walking away from her to put on the rest of his clothes.



    As he was finally dressed, he adjusted his clothes as she looked in the mirror. He looked at Avery through the mirror and saw her pouting. He smiled and walked over to her, grabbing his shoes. He kissed her hair and looked down at her. He didn't love her, and he didn't think he ever could. But he cared about her. Just like she cared about him. He looked at her with a soft gaze as he brushed her hair behind her ear. 'How about this? You can meet me at my house after school. I'll cook you dinner and draw you a bath with roses and wine and bubbles. To make up for me leaving like this. Okay?" Viktor said softly and Avery nodded. Viktor's lips curled into a smile. He kissed her hair once more before slipping on his shoes. He grabbed his phone and checked the time. 7:57 am. He chuckled to himself and then saw he had a text from Zane. He read it and replied he was on his way with some bars and some smoke. Viktor then put his phone in his back pocket and grabbed his school bag. He had brought it when he had come over the night before cause sometimes Avery liked to smoke a little bud with him. He checked that his bars and his weed was still inside before zipping it back up. He looked over at Avery and smiled his charismatic smile. He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. "Bye, baby." Viktor smiled and then rushed out the door. He shuffled down the stairs and grabbed his keys out of his back pocket. He went out to his truck once he went out the front door, shutting the door behind him. He climbed into his truck and started it up, reeving the engine gently. He reached into his bag and popped open the medication bottle. It was where he kept his drugs. He made sure to grab the one filled with bars. He popped one into his mouth and swallowed it, closing the bottle and shoving it back in his backpack. He zipped back up his back pack and connected his phone to the aux cord as he pulled it out of his back pocket. He turned on his Spotify as he backed out of the driveway. Lucid Dreams by Juice Wrld played and Viktor snickered. He sped off down the road and blasted the song loudly as he rolled down his windows. He sang along and tapped to the beat on his wheel as he drove to school. He knew he still smelled like sex but he didn't care. It smelled good, in his opinion. Especially sex with Avery. She was probably one of his favorite women that he's ever slept with. That's why it had been going on for two years. Usually, Viktor go bored easily. He'd sleep with them once but if he didn't feel it was worth a second time, he simply didn't. He broke a bunch of hearts this way. He simply didn't care enough. He arrived at the school and parked beside Zane, backing into his parking spot. He turned off his truck and grabbed his phone and his bag. He slung his bag over his shoulder and then shut his truck door. He put his phone back in his back pocket as he jogged up the steps to the school. He walked inside and didn't spot Zane immediately. He didn't feel like looking. He felt the bar start to kick in and he smirked. He sauntered into the cafeteria and felt the eyes fall on him. Most of the girls in the school wanted him and he loved it. He loved sex and he loved women. As he walked, he locked eyes with a popular girl. Viviana, he thought. He raised an eyebrow at her as he watched her with a hard gaze. As he walked past her, he walked up to one of his stoner friends. They said their greetings to each other and he chuckled at a joke he told him, his eyes locking with Viviana's once more. He pursed his lips and then turned when he heard commotion outside of the cafeteria. He sighed, pushing himself off the wall. He figured it was Zane and that he should defend his friend.



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    you are such a soft and messy thing. nobody knows how to take care of you

    dayton slater + blanche slater



    black clouds sprawled across the sky, billowing in from the west. their brassy glare drained the color from houses and trees and burnished cars in driveways, leaving the neighborhood tinted bronze in the faltering light. rain battered on the roof like a hail of bullets and curtained the window. dayton had left the window cracked open. thunder muttered in the distance, and it slowly hit him: that fresh, earthy smell of rain. the smell beckoned him from his sleep, and he opened his eyes. his long, hickory brown locks sliced through his vision and he felt saliva creeping out from the corner of his parted lips. annoyed, he wiped it away and turned over onto his back; his hair falling away from his face. he wanted nothing more than to sleep the day away. he was never ready to deal with people at school. speaking of school, what time was it?


    dayton picked up his phone and the screen awoke to show the time being 7:18 in the morning. he forgot to set an alarm, but he trusted his internal alarm to wake him up. he begrudgingly got out of bed and dressed himself in his usual attire; plaid shirt, jeans, high-top black converse, finger-less gloves, and denim jacket. he combed his fingers through his hair and rubbed away the dried spots of drool on his cheek before going to check on blanche.


    the bathroom's light spilled out into the hallway and when he came to the doorway, he came across an unexpected scene. he felt the heat evaporate from his body. blanche stood before the mirror with the edge of a large kitchen knife pressed just below her eye.


    "what the fuck?!" dayton immediately went in and grasped onto her wrist and pushed the knife away from her.


    "hey, stop! you're gonna ruin my cat-eye!" blanche exclaimed in surprise.


    dayton furrowed his brow. "cat - what?"


    blanche pointed to the edge of her eye where a thin, black wing was drawn. "the edge is perfect for a cat-eye."


    he never understood her and her makeup. he shook his head, eyes wide. "so just use a ruler!" he forcefully removed her hand from the knife. "and not a fucking knife." he held it up and close to her face before leaving the bathroom, exasperated, worried, and confused.


    he went downstairs and put the knife in the dishwasher. his and blanche's grandma, ruth, was standing at the island watching the tv in the living room. she wore a bewildered look.


    "why do advertisers sexualize female m&ms?" she wondered aloud.


    "i don't know, grandma," dayton said flatly as he grabbed a glazed doughnut from the box and stuck it in his mouth. his fingers gained a layer of stickiness and he used his denim jacket to wipe it away. he moved to the fridge to grab a monster energy drink.


    "i remember when that candy first came out. they were sold exclusively to the u.s. armed forces. the candies were heat-resistant and traveled well. when the soldiers returned home they would sing m&m’s praises." ruth raised a hand to her temple and tapped her fingers against it. "yes...your grandfather used to sing it..."


    dayton leaned against the counter and cracked open his drink; it reacted with a hiss. most days, ruth looked like she was about to burst into tears, but she kept smiling. but hey, she smiles. so she's okay, right? she confided in him about her condition around the time she developed it, and how her memories were jumbled and she experienced them out of order. he tried to be patient with her, but he never expected to become the care-taker of his grandma and his sister. he had talked to ruth about arranging for a nurse to look after her while he and blanche were away for school and work, but she refused. he didn't know what to do anymore.


    blanche came downstairs dressed in her usual wacky and colorful outfit topped with her favorite beanie. small holes adorned it, and the pom pom attached to it had to be stitched back on from how much she wore it.


    "hey, gran." her broad smile was sweet like cinnamon and she gave ruth a quick peck on the cheek. she went to the fridge to retrieve her water bottle.


    dayton could always count on blanche to bring the type of love and attention ruth needed. he wasn't about that so much. "you ready?" he asked blanche through a mouthful of his doughnut.


    "yeah." she sighed.


    they left with ruth wishing them a good day at school. outside, they were greeted with a wall of cold and rain. dayton cursed inwardly and finished off his breakfast before settling himself into his 1978 pontiac firebird formula with blanche. he woke up his car, and its low purring relaxed his tense form. he let blanche choose which cassette tape of classic tunes to listen to today. the tapes belonged to their parents, and they raised dayton and blanche on music that spanned from the sixties to the eighties. blanche chose the tape with def leppard.


    when they arrived at school, dayton already wanted to indulge in a few cigarettes. they would stay in the car until a few minutes ebefore th bell rang like they always did. blanche rested her cheek against the palm of her hand while dayton lit a cigarette. he trapped it between his lips and inhaled deeply; the orange-hot head becoming as luminous as lava. wisps of silver grey smoke curled and danced their way through the air. he exhaled a billowing cloud of smoke. the stale and musty smell was dull at a distance, but up close it was sharp to blanche's eyes and lungs. she was used to it though.


    "by the way, if i ever catch you with a knife in your hand like that again i'll end you," he said without looking at her. "i've already got gran to worry about."


    she frowned and her eyes dropped to her feet. "i know..."


    "we better get to class." he opened the car door and stepped out. he took one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and crushing the last bits of life from it with his foot. once blanche got out, he locked his car and they walked into the building.

    ❝ WAS I TO COLD AND FORBIDDING, AND YOU CHOSE HER OVER ME, ARE YOU KIDDING ❞

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    It was still early outside, the light just barely peaking out over the horizon when Jazmìn felt a tiny tongue brushing over her cheek. Blinking her hazel eyes the orbs landed on a particularly furry face. Groaning softly she lifted a manicured hand and reached over to her bedside desk and picked up her phone. Pressing the on button she looked at the time, her eyes squinting to adjust to the sudden brightness that hurt her eyes. Six o clock as usual, Bean woke her up just on time like Jaz trained her to do. After all waking up to a loud blaring alarm was annoying and could induce stress and panic. No thank you. Stress caused wrinkles and she would rather not look like a dried up prune. ”Good girl, bean.” Jazzy cooed, scratching the black pugs head softly, her shirt fur warm and thick under neath her hands. Bean was only two years old and Jazmìn had received her as a birthday gift when she was fourteen. However, it had been the same year she found out her father had been secretly gay this entire time and had only married her mother because he didn’t want anyone to know. She could vividly remember school being let out earlier and she had forgot to inform her parents so when she got home early her father’s lover had been there in the kitchen making them lunch in nothing but a pair of spandex shorts. Like most people would at first she assumed it was her mother who was having an affair, after all no child wanted to think their dad was secretly gay, but then her dad came out and found her. The only other things she could remember was him trying to explain things and her just crying and yelling before she angrily left and had called an emergency meeting with Beth, Vivi and Blaine at the nearest Starbucks near her house. She had lied and said that she and her mother got into an argument and of course since they didn’t want to piss their leader off none of them questioned it. At first it had depressed her for a while and she never told anyone, to ashamed of her father and what it could do with her reputation. It wasn’t that she was ashamed he was gay, she was ashamed that she had dragged her mother along and had her just for appearances sake. That’s when Bean came along. It was her birthday and she had been a surprise gift for the still angry teen. Her father thought it would help her get her mind off of what she saw a few weeks prior. She loved Bean though so she didn’t really mind truth be told. Jaz was still to afraid to tell anyone though, afraid of the backlash that would come with it and what people would think of her. Would they all see her as a mistake? It was bad enough she was Mexican and faced discrimination every day she didn’t need something like that coming down on her as well.


    At least school was starting back up. It was her kingdom, her domain she’s been ruling since she was in elementary school. It hadn’t been easy though to get to the top. She had needed to destroy other people’s lives just to boost hers from exposing their darkest secrets or simply making up rumors with the help of her bestest friends. It was like her father said ‘You get no where being nice Jazmìn, always remember that’ she had listened to that since she was a child and still did to this day. No one’s been able to compete with her, well, no one except the local school whore Mila Sawyer. Honestly Jaz couldn’t imagine having a self esteem so low that the only way you felt important was sleeping with the entire school for drugs. It was sad really and maybe if Mila wasn’t so popular Jazzy might feel somewhat bad for her but since she was a threat to her crown she hated that bitch. Hated her with every fiber of her being. It just wasn’t fair! Jazmìn had to work hard to secure her spot and she wasn’t going to let some basic, white, slut take that from her. Honestly that was the only reason Mila was even popular, the fact that she opened her legs for anyone willing to fuck her. Besides now she had even more reason to hate her. Beth. Beth had been one of Jaz’s friends since she was in diapers but just two weeks ago Jaz had found out that Beth had slept with Mila at a party they all had went to during the summer. Well, considering the fact that Mila was her worst enemy Jazmìn saw it as a show of betrayal and had kicked her ass out of the group faster than she could even try to say she was sorry or that it would never happen again. Puh-lease. Besides, Jaz didn’t intend to keep her out for long. Just maybe a month or two to show Beth how horrible her life would be without Jazmìn there to protect her. See because Jazmìn was the queen bee of the school anything she said goes and everyone she was friends with were automatically protected from bullying, assault the whole nine yards but now that Beth didn’t have her friends there to back her up anymore she was all on her own and would be begging for Jaz to take her back which she will with open arms and a threat to never do it again otherwise her ass would be gone for good and the beauty would make sure Beth’s life was a living hell the rest of the school year, hell, maybe even her college years as well just to petty.


    Sighing Jazmìn quietly tossed her phone done onto her bed with a huff. Despite loving school she definitely wasn’t that much of a morning person, hence why she always went to go get Starbucks before school as a bit of a caffeine wake up. Sitting up she silently pushed her covers off her, revealing the white bralette and tan shorts with orange and purple shorts she had worn to bed the night before. Standing up she shivered slightly at the way the cold from the floor shot through her body. Quickly slipping on her slippers she walked over to her dresser, picking up Bean’s leash. Whistling so the cutie pie knew to come over Jazmìn bent down and attached the leash to Bean’s one of a kind diamond encrusted collar. Yeah her dog was spoiled just like her.


    Leaving the bedroom she quietly walked down the hall, the only sound being her slippers making a slapping sound against the hard wood. Deciding to be nice this morning she stopped at her cousin Dimitri’s room and roughly knocked against the door four times. “Dimitri get up!” Dimitri was her cousin on her father’s side. His family wanted a better life for him instead of living in the gang infested town they lived in now and decided to send him to America to live with Jaz and her family and that he would be going to her school. Jazmìn didn’t mind though, this just meant having one more person on her side whenever she needed reinforcements or for him to do something for her. When the only response she got was him replying back to her sloppily in Spanish grunting ‘Go away’ she shrugged, rolling her hazel eyes in clear annoyance. “Fine whatever, don’t say shit when I leave you’re lazy ass here and you’ll have to drive yourself.” Not like she didn’t warn him after all. He could just drive his own car to school then. Continuing on her marry way she swiftly left the house with Bean to take the girl out to use the bathroom.


    Ten minutes later the pair were coming back to her room, Bean running back to her bed with clear intent on going back to sleep it seems. What? Dogs needed their beauty sleep too and her little Bean was the cutest one out there hands down. Grabbing her phone off her bed she walked into the bathroom, reaching her hand out to flicker on the lights and illuminate the beautiful room. It matched her bedroom perfectly with the white and gold theme. Plugging her phone into her radio she pressed play on a playlist, lighting up when Bubble Gum Bitch! By Mariana and the diamonds started to play. Humming along to the music she sauntered over to the tub and turned on the water before she crossed back over to her sink to wash her face as she waited for the water to get warm. Tying her hair back into a messy bun she wet her hands first before starting to wash her face generously. Wishing the product off she then reached for her exfoliater because there was nothing worse than having dry skin on the very first day of school. After wards she toned her skin to soothe and help keep her skin color even, we aren’t trying to look like a cow after all. Once that was all done with she then reached for her Ler Mer face mask on. Looking up she couldn’t help but to chuckle at the way the whiteness of the mask stood out against her skin. Walking back over to the tub she put her hand under neath the water and upon realizing that it was the perfect temperature she turned the tap that would allow the tub to fill. Singing along to the music rather loudly (not that she honestly cared since her mother was always up this early and if Dimitri woke up and got ready it would do him good) grabbed her lavendar essentially oil and put a few drops in the tub along with some bath bomb. Stripping out of her clothes she quietly climbed into the bath and just sat there to clear her mind. While she was doing this she started coming up with future plans, parties, birthdays, oh and her anniversary with her boyfriend Chris was coming up soon as well and she already got him the perfect gift. It was brand new limited edition car that she knew he would love, she just couldn’t wait to see what he got her. After about ten minutes of just relaxing and listening to the music that tempted her ears she began washing her hair with strawberry scented shampoo (Chris always said he loved that smell best on her) and her body strawberry scented soap. Boss ass bitch by Nicki Minaj started to play, the censored kind so her mother didn’t throw a fit, and Jazmìn couldn’t help but to rap along as she ran her loofa over her tan skin. After she was done washing her hair and cleaning her body she reached forward to turn the tab and release the water. Standing she gently squeezed some of the water out of her hair so it wouldn’t be a wet mess and get water all over her floor. Reaching over she grabbed her white fluffy robe she had custom made with her name stitched on the back in a gold like color. Grabbing her phone she walked back into her room and went over to her vanity and sat down on the fluffy white chair. Turning the device on she saw her had a message from Chris telling her that he would meet up with her in the cafeteria like always. After replying she let out a relaxed sigh she plugged in her blow dryer and set it to low as she started to run it through her hair using the comb attachment. Once the was done with her hair, the locks sitting in their naturally straight state, she sat for a moment before deciding what to do with it. Deciding on a simple but cute ponytail with a few pieces she curled and played in front of her face to frame it better. Since Jaz had never been much of a makeup fan all she did was add some bronzer to warm her skin up, some mascara, and lipgloss and then she was done.


    Pushing away from the vanity she stood and walked over to her mannequin her dad had started having made for her ever since she was twelve. It was custom made for her body and it served as a greater purpose which was allowing her to see how her outfits would look on her and it gave her reason to keep her body the way it was. Taking the outfit she had picked out the night before she quickly discarded her robe and pulled on the clothes. It was nothing but a short purple mini skirt, a purple bralette, and since she was smart enough to check the weather the night before and see the chances of rain she had also picked out a yellow coat with purple and blue flowers and had even taken the time to get her nails done at the salon and painted yellow. Oh and of course no look was complete without a pair of black stiletto heels. Walking over to her full length mirror she did a little spin to get a proper look. Stopping she turned and looked at herself with a small frown. Jazmìn had never been the most self confident person in the world despite what everyone thought of her. What everyone else saw as gorgeous from her stunning curves, her mile long legs, her long silky black hair, gorgeous face, and tan skin that California girls could only wish to achieve she saw as ugly. It was why she was so stressed on making sure she stayed the same size throughout the whole year. Plus it didn’t help that she couldn’t go anywhere without being cat called or the fact that latinas like her were often subjected to being people festishes as if the they were nothing more than they’re body, but she had to put on a brave face and walk around as if she had all the confidence in the world. Her social status depending on it. After kissing Bean on the head as a goodbye she grabbed her Louis Vuitton purse and her car keys and left the room, of course leaving it open so Bean could leave whenever she wanted too.


    Going down to the kitchen she saw her mother already at the table eating a meal she must of had their maid make who also happened to be Mexican. Also random fun fact her dad didn’t even like Chris because he wasn’t Mexican, said that she was destroying the strong blood line but she just reminded him of what she knew and he promptly shut up and never mentioned it again. After all Jaz had the power to ruin his life in a snap. “Where’s daddy?” Jaz asked her mother who she bore a striking resemblance to as she walked over to the fridge and pulled out a green breakfast smoothie she had made the night before and stored away. She always liked to have a really healthy and light breakfast since she was going to Starbucks afterwards. Twisting the top off she lifted it to her lips and began to drink it as she crossed over to sit at the table. “He had to work late last night.” No he didn’t. Even Jazzy could see through that bullshit of a lie, her mother knew exactly where her father was and was just trying to ignore it when they both knew he was out fucking some random dude he probably picked up at the bar near his office. “Right.” She muttered, rolling her eyes as she continued to sip on her smoothie. However her mother gave her a look over and visibly sneered at her daughters attire. “Really, Jazmìn?” The teen simply raised a brow at her mother as if to say ‘What?’. The middle aged woman gestured to her clothing and continued on. “You are sixteen and yet you walk around as if you are so common prostitute.” Oh really now? Sucking in breath Jazmìn swiftly finished off her smoothie. Setting it down in a relatively calm manner she leaned back into her chair, her hazel eyes narrowing in on her mother. Tapping her finger nails against the table she spoke up. “Do you really think you have any right to judge me on my life choices, mother?” They both knew what she was referring to and the woman in front of her frowned deeply. “That..That’s different Jazmìn.” Bullshit. They both knew what she just said was complete and utter bullshit. Shaking her head she stood not wanting to be in the same room as her anymore. Grabbing her cup Jazmìn walked over to the sink and dropped it into the sink. Exiting into the garage she smiled at the sight of her limited edition black and white G Wagon that she had received as a sixteenth birthday gift from her parents. Climbing into the car she checked herself one more time before leaving and going to pick up Vivi.


    When she arrived to the pretty blonde’s house and saw that she was still inside Jaz rolled her eyes and honked the horn a few timed as a signal to hurry up. Seeing Vivi come out made the brunette smile greatly. At least one of her girlfriends was remaining loyal to her unlike a certain someone that she was not going to name. Squealing excitedly when Viviana got into the car she leaned over and hugged the older teen tightly. Vivi was one of the only people Jazzy trusted. She literally told her almost everything but of course there were some things she had to keep secret even from her. “I missed you too!” She exclaimed, sitting back into her seat and beginning their trip to Starbucks humming along to the song Vivi played on the aux. Vivi was such a sucker for old songs.


    Just like she thought as they drive it began to rain just like she knew it would thanks to her trusty weather app. Pulling up in the Starbucks driveway she let Vivi order her drink first before speaking. “A strawberry cheesecake frappuchino please.” This was definitely the only sugar she was going to eat today unless she wanted to gain like five pounds because she was not going to resort to throwing up. As she drove she quietly sipped on her drink, loving the sweet taste it brought to her taste buds. When Vvi mentioned Chris and they’re their year anniversary and the fact that she knew what Chris had gotten her at first Jazmìn was tempted to ask what but she swiftly shook her head. “No I want it to be a surprise.” Just like the car she got him would be for him. Plus it was always more sweet when you let your excitement take over and saw it for the first time. It wouldn’t be as special if she already knew ya know?


    Arriving at the school she parked in her usual spot that everyone knew belonged to her because god help the poor fool’s car who ever tried to take it. The last time someone took it before she got there she had a few jocks sneak out during class and completely wreck it just to prove the idiot a lesson on not fucking with what belonged to her. Parking the car she gave herself one more once over before exiting. As she climbed out she could hear a few guys talking about her ass and tits and how they would love to fuck her brains out but she just smirked to herself knowing how good of a job Chris did that himself. Linking her free arm around Viviana’s the pair sauntered in together. As they walked through the hall ways people couldn’t help but to stop and gawk at them a few girls even hitting their boyfriends when they saw the way the males looked at them. Not their fault they couldn’t help that they were pretty and all the other girls weren’t. Entering the cafeteria the pair swiftly made their way over to the popular table where only they and a select other few were allowed to sit. After a few minutes of sitting, people excitedly watching and talking about them Blaine showed up and made his way over. “Hey, boo.” She greeted with a smirk taking another sip from her drink. When he offered his sandwich Jazmìn immediately lifted her hand and shook her head as a no. She was already having enough sugar and carbs with this drink and as tempting as the sandwich looked she wasn’t putting anything else unhealthy into her body. At his question she smirked softly. “I give it less than five minutes before someone does something stupid.” There was always a fight on the first day of school, or someone got themselves into trouble some way or another. It was inevitable to be honest. Crossing her legs she narrowed her eyes once she realized Chris was no where to be found. Where was he? Huffing she pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text telling him to hurry up. She hadn’t seen him in three days and was practically itching to get her hands on him.


               

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