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Ｍｙ ｌｏｖｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ ｗａｓ ｂｕｌｌｅｔｐｒｏｏｆ
Ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ ｓｈｏｔ ｍｅ. ➳

name; nala | age; seventeen | sex; female | where; school/library | crush; - | tag(s); Monroe

Of course the boy was going to call her everything but Nala. Vanilla though? Seriously? "Oh come on, you're got to be more creative than that," she remarked, commenting on his horrible nicknaming abilities. "How about I call you Row? Or maybe Monnie? Mon? Or we if we're going to be besties, we could have cute matching nicknames such as Vanilla and Monilla! How adorable!" she exclaimed, the words venomous and her eyes filled with dislike for this boy. "I'm not the kind of girl you want to be best friends with. I don't spew rainbows and giggle all day long like the rest of the girls at this school," she replied. Monroe's next move shocked her. He turned his back to her, walking away from the conversation. Nala's eyes lit up in shock. How could he possibly think turning his back to her was okay. However, despite Nala's urge to tell pretty boy what she really thought, instead she pretended to be unaffected. Instead she turned and fetched a book herself. It was a History book, a subject that bored her completely but she couldn't have cared less at the time.

Monroe's next words cut deep. For the first time in this entire conversation, something Monroe had said actually affected the redhead. She'd realized she'd been rather unfair considering it was her fault, but she'd never implied she'd expected a red carpet. "I never asked for special treatment. Nor have I ever. But I am not prepared to allow you to walk all over me simply because you think you're mister hot shot and everyone should drool at the sight of you. Some of us aren't interested." Nala's ability to remain calm had gone through the roof. "You know what?! If your dang apology means so much here you go! I'm sorry! It's all my fault. I'm forever in debt to you for bumping into you. Next time I'll make sure to always know where you are so I don't bump into you. And I'm sorry you had to waste your precious time talking to a girl like me," Nala snapped at him throwing her hands in the air as a sign of defeat. At this point she could care less. This boy had pushed her over the edge. Class hadn't even started and the day had turned out exactly the way she'd anticipated.

[minho]

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eighteen. senior.
new guy.
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.Ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ ｆｅｅｌ ａｌｏｎｅ, ｏｎ
ｙｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｒｏｌｌｉｎｇ ｓｔｏｎｅ
Ａ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ ｗａｓｔｅ ｏｆ ａ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ ｄａｙ
Ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ ｆｅｅｌ ｌｉｋｅ ｃｈｏｒｅｓ, ｙｏｕ
ｇｅｔ ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ｙｏｕ ｂａｒｇａｉｎ ｆｏｒ Ａ
ｈｅａｖｙ ｐｌａｔｅ ｆｏｒ ｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｕｎｄｅｒｔａｋｅ
Ｉ ｈａｔｅ ｔｏ ｓａｙ Ｉ ｔｏｌｄ ｙｏｕ ｓｏ, ｂｕｔ Ｉ
ｊｕｓｔ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ Ｉ'ｄ ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ Ｓｏｍｅ
ｄａｙｓ, ｔｈｅｙ ｔａｓｔｅ ｌｉｋｅ ｌｅｍｏｎａｄｅ
Ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ ｃａｎ ｆｅｅｌ ｌｉｋｅ ｒａｚｏｒ
ｂｌａｄｅｓ Ｉ ｗｉｓｈ Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｆｌｏａｔ
ａｗａｙ, ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ. Ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ
ｓｍｅｌｌ ｌｉｋｅ ｓｐｒｉｎｇ, ｂｉｒｄｓ,
ｔｈｅｙ ｓｉｎｇ, ｊａｓｍｉｎｅ'ｓ ｂｌｏｓｓｏｍｉｎｇ
Ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ, ｏｈ ｉｔ'ｓ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ
Ｓｏｍｅ ｔｉｍｅｓ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｃａｎ ｓｅｅｍ
ｅｖｅｒｇｒｅｅｎ, ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ＴＶ ｓｃｒｅｅｎ
Ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ, ｉｔ'ｓ ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ

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intimidating, new
confident and challenging

tagged;; isis

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{jeremy kit carter }

wow, there wasn't even enough time to talk in class? public school was a lot different than the prestigious ones he had went to and got kicked out. jeremy kept quiet and listened to the others as they introduced themselves. he smiled at each one, softly clapping once they were done. ah, clapping was high fiving yourself for someone else's accomplishment. well, since he thought he was great, the new kid didn't mind that all too much. when it came to isis, he sat back in his seat, ready to listen. wow, that was a great full name - it really went well together. and art? his mom had taken him to many art shows before. they bought some pieces and they were hanging around their large house. well, there was something to talk about with her. next, it was his turn. jeremy stood to his feet and cleared his throat, briefly looking at the nice teacher before turning his gaze to the whole class. "Salutations and greetings, my name is Jeremy Kit Carter. I've been kicked out of pretty much every prestigious school we've got here and in other cities. I'm new and this is the first public school I have ever been to. And, as many of you have guessed, I am quite loaded." he sat back down, his lips turning into a warm smile as he let the student body soak in that information. of course, when you shared that much, it created some whispers to flow throughout the class. the words "keeper", "rich?", and "bad-boy" being amongst them. these people have gotten the wrong idea about him, but he wouldn't correct them. jeremy would much rather have the majority believe in lies than the honest truth. and, of course, he wouldn't be mentioning anything about his father. the only people who knew this were jeremy, the teachers, and his mother. that was all and he planned on keeping it that way.

;; mine was a fail too it sucks but i am okay with it

[minho]

;; "image courtesy of google" i am so amused right now. i'll add her to the list in a second c:

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she sat down when she was finished and looked at jeremy. he stood up, ready to take his turn at announcing himself to the class. she took in everything. the fact that someone could be kicked out of so many private schools was astonishing. what could you possibly do to get kicked out of any school. the other thing that surprised her was how open he was about being rich. being rich could get you beat up, mugged, shot, or anything around that here. though she decided not say anything. she watched him sit back down, hearing the class start to murmur about him. she was glad that the class was no longer talking about her and her nervousness, though she hated that he was being talked about. after the last two students went she clapped, awaiting the teachers next command. write about yourself in spanish assignment. of course, work on the first day. isis was handed a piece of a paper and she pulled out a pencil, writing her name on the top of the paper in cursive. her letters almost seeming like they were written by a professional. being in art she learned all kinds of fancy writing styles and other things. the teacher then said that they have the rest of class to work on this and it's due in two days. she sighed softly, turning to jeremy. "so what are you doing after school?" she asked, honestly curious. for some reason she felt like she was imposing for asking. almost as if she was asking for an invitation to his house. she wasn't, she just wanted to know if he was going to do any hobbies or something. like karate, or if he was just going to go home and watch tv.

[guess it is time for me to head off and go to bed. this is a sleepy abraka post. c: night]

[minho]

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eighteen. senior.
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ｂｅｅｎ ａ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ｍａｎ
Ｂｕｔ Ｉ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｈａｄ ｔｏ
ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｕｐｐｅｒ ｈａｎｄ
Ｉ'ｍ ｓｔｒｕｇｇｌｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ
ｔｈｅ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ｓｉｄｅ ｏｆ ｍｅ
Ｂｕｔ Ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｔａｋｅ ａｌｌ
ｙｏｕｒ ｊａｂｓ ａｎｄ ｔａｕｎｔｓ
Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｐｏｉｎｔｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ ｍｙ
ｅｖｅｒｙ ｆａｕｌｔ Ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ
ｗｏｎｄｅｒ ｗｈｙ Ｉ ｗａｌｋｅｄ ａｗａｙ
Ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ Ｉ'ｍ ａ ｗｒｅｃｋ
Ｙｏｕ ｓａｙ ｔｈａｔ Ｉ'ｍ ａ ｍｅｓｓ
Ｈｏｗ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｙｏｕ ｅｘｐｅｃｔ
ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｌｅｓｓ?
Ｙｏｕ ｌａｔｃｈｅｄ ｏｎｔｏ ｍｅ
ｔｈｅｎ ｃｒｉｅｄ ｔｈａｔ Ｉ
ｓｔｒｕｎｇ ｙｏｕ ａｌｏｎｇ
Ｉ ｔｏｌｄ ｙｏｕ ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ａｓｋｅｄ
Ｉ ｋｎｅｗ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ ｌａｓｔ
Ａｔ ｌｅａｓｔ Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｈｏｎｅｓｔ
ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈａｔ Ａｎｄ ｎｏｗ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ
ｔｅｌｌｉｎｇ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ Ｈｏｗ Ｉ
ｏｎｌｙ ｄｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｗｒｏｎｇ
Ｉ ｇｕｅｓｓ ｙｏｕ ｎｅｖｅｒ
ｋｎｅｗ ｍｅ ａｔ ａｌｌ



mathias jeren clemintine
eighteen. senior.
nerd. jerk. challenging

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{monroe heydun clemintine }

"We're such a cute bestfriend couple now, aw, I am so amazed by our names! You're the ginger to my monilla!" monroe responded with sarcasm, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. and, wow, she got mad fast. for a second, he thought she had been incapable of feeling anything other than power. but, no, she proved him wrong. totally shocked him but he didn't show it. "I wasn't hitting on you! I was flirting with you! I wasn't even acting better than you! It was your fault and you pinned it on me. I don't even want your apology, you're just a selfish per-" he cut himself off, hearing the door to the library being opened. he didn't want anyone seeing he was losing his cool, especially since he had been yelling at a female. ugh, he was a real jerk. monroe needed to apologize to h-

his thoughts came to a complete stop when he saw who it was. this time, the shock shown on his face, as bright as stars in the country sky. his ex walked through the door. she wouldn't have caused so much surprise herself...but she was with someone he knew, a dude. he felt a lump build up in his throat, his eyes threatening to water. he gawked at the two, frozen for a split second. shaking away from the feeling, monroe turned back around and handed vanilla his book. "I'm, u-um, sorry for raising my voice. If y-you could put that b-book away for me, I'd really appreciate it. I forgot I have somewhere to b-be." great, now his voice was breaking, if he didn't leave soon he'd be showing some tears. without waiting for her to respond, monroe turned around and walked away, moving past victoria and mathias. wait, was he smirking at him? the feelings of hurt went away and replaced with anger. "Can I borrow you for a second?" he asked his cousin, shoving him out into the hallway and up against a locker. "You sly son of a *****, it was you, wasn't it? That preppy girl came on to me! I didn't have time to pull away before Victoria came stumbling in! You have no idea how much it hurt, how many times I've watched Titanic."
"All's fair in the game of love and war, right?" his cousin replied, the smirk never leaving his face.
"YOU DON'T MESS WITH PEOPLE'S FEELINGS, MATHIAS. YOU. JUST. DON'T. DAMN'T. YOU DON'T SCREW UP A PERFECTLY HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. YOU DON'T LET JEALOUSLY GET THE BEST OF YOU. SOMETIMES YOU'VE GOTTA LET IT GO!" monroe pounded his fist on the locker beside mathias, releasing him from his grip. "You didn't even know how strong my feelings for her were," he whispered, his voice cracking once again.
"Neither did you," mathias replied, pushing monroe away from him. "You played with her like a dog plays with a rabbit. You played her from the start. Don't call me sly, Monnie. You're the one who can't stand it when I've got something you can't have."
"We're done here!" monroe shouted, raising his fist before dropping it. "You're not even worth it; you're sick." he turned his back on them, walking away. his next stop would be the gym; screw first hour. whenever he got this angry, basketball was always something that would calm him down.
mathias wasn't at all shock it went down this way, he wasn't surprised his cousin walked away, the guy was a coward after all.

{mathias jeren clemintine }

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ｗｈｅｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｉｎｖｅｓｔ
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ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｆｅ

ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ sᴛɪʟᴇs

-- Looks -- sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ -- Wearing -- ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ
Victoria still noticed the smirk on his face, not one you get when you're fooling around, flirting, or whatever the case but an evil one only making her even more panicky than what she already was. Then she saw it, out of the corner of her eye, Monroe walking over to them she immediately decided to pull out her phone from her back pocket, an old habit she had when she was nervous or just bored... mainly nervous. She bought her gaze down to her bright iphone screen as she began to scroll through some notifications, nothing new but she had to find a way to keep herself busy as Monroe spoke to Mathias. Maybe he still did have feelings for her because why else would he ask Mathias "to talk" no there had to be more to this. As they both exited the doors of the library she couldn't help but look up and over to the crystal clear window that connected both the library and the hallway. Just a peak she told herself as she watched Monroe fist the locker bringing to conclusions that yeah, he probably was still in love with her but she wasn't the type to take someone back after they've done something horrible, she was terrified they might do it again, especially cheating. Cheat on me again and news will spread once again, no thanks. She turned her head back, not wanting to get caught staring at both of the boys arguing and looked around the library and to the girl Monroe had been talking to, she remembered her. Yes. She had that girl for Gym last year though they didn't say much other than. "Can you hand me that ball?" and stuff like that but it still bugged her how easily he was already talking to someone else and he still wanted to be with her like that? No, she wasn't letting it happen. She was done with Monroe and his good looks and popularity, she was ready to settle down to someone less "high-class." Waiting for a good five minutes Victoria decided to walk out of the library, first taking a peak out the window to see if Mathias was alone and sure thing he was before she opened the door and stepped out. "Are you okay?" she asked the guy who was leaning his back against the locker room, she wasn't sure why she was caring for him but he had done her a huge favor so I guess she had to act nice or something.

[Pooka.]

Torren Anne Caldwell

Info |Female | Eighteen | Strong-hearted Nerd | Tags: none.
Throughout the entire summer, Torren had forced her clouded mind to focus entirely on filling out scholarships of all sorts as well as getting a head start on the types of classes she knew she'd be taking this final year of high school. If she hadn't, the boy that had broken her heart the last day of school the previous year would have swamped her mind to the point of not being able to recover. What kind of life was that? Letting herself drift into a rut over a boy that'd hurt her was not something she'd planned on letting her mind succumb to. He wasn't worth it, and she'd ultimately buried anything in her heart that had once been for him. Deep down in the depths of her weak heart, Torren was still filling with a sadness that could only build, yet even she didn't realize what was going on.

The soft-spoken senior had gotten to school early that day, despite the fact that it was the first day of the new year. She was more or less, the teacher's pet of class, and often times she was seen moving silently through the halls on a mission for the principal. Torren was in fact working on a favor for the principal of Palestine high school that early morning. She'd left home well before her mother even woke to get ready for work. Torren was an only child that stayed with her mother, Amy. Her father was not one that had been around at all throughout her life, so her mother had been forced to raise the girl all on her own. Torren had to learn how to take care of herself at an early age, but that was all due to the fact that her mother, a full-time veterinarian, was often on and off of emergency calls that came in through her pager.

The smart girl's goals revolved entirely around graduating at a high rank in the senior class, going to a college on an awful lot of scholarship money, and definitely around anything that didn't include meeting someone new to love. She didn't want herself to have time for that. Yes, Torren wanted to love again, but she was convinced that the last person that she could have handled in the school had just bid his goodbye last year. She shook her head as thoughts of him crossed her mind, beginning to walk down the hall in to retrieve something for the principal. Her eyes flicked up as she heard a small commotion up ahead, and she rolled her eyes as the jocks messed with yet another kid that held a slightly nerdy personality. Torren continued on down the hallway, letting out an irritated huff as she heard the jocks beginning to call after her. "Hurry up now, teacher's pet. Time's ticking away and you wouldn't want to be late!" They all shouted before she could get out of earshot. Although it angered her slightly, Torren wasn't one to retaliate in such a way, especially not to students who had nothing better to do with their lives.

[Paradise;]

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Ｍｙ ｌｏｖｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ ｗａｓ ｂｕｌｌｅｔｐｒｏｏｆ
Ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ ｓｈｏｔ ｍｅ. ➳

name; nala | age; seventeen | sex; female | where; school/library/gym | crush; - | tag(s); Monroe

The tension flared between the two students, anger coming off of both of them like heat waves. Nala knew if one of them didn't back down soon things would get ugly. Uglier than they already were. Just as she was about to put an end to their pathetic banter Monroe went silent. His voice dropped off and his gaze wandered towards the door. Nala had heard the door open as well, but she hadn't expected it to affect Monroe it such a manner. It wasn't like the library was a private placed reserved for him alone.

That's when Nala noticed the way the preppy boy's breath had caught in his throat, how his words clumped together in jagged sentence fragments. Speaking had become a huge trouble for Monroe. His apology didn't appear fake, however, Nala struggled to accept it. What had thrown him off as much as to apologize. A matter of seconds before hand he'd been demanding an apology from her. It was quite the turn of events. Without a single word she accepted the book from him and slid it back into his place. Her eyes traveled after him as he approached the boy who'd entered the library. Nala recognized him as Mathias, Monroe's cousin. Confusion flitted across her face briefly, before her eyes caught sight of Victoria. Bingo. That was the cause for such strange events. Miss Victoria. Mr. Heart Throbs pretty little ex. Nala had never really liked Victoria; too full of herself and too much of your stereotypical teenage girl. Rolling her eyes Nala turned her attention back to the books, not caring about what was soon to be the school's biggest gossip story.

The sound of a door slamming and the muffled sound of a body hitting cold metal jarred Nala from her thoughts. Glancing up she noticed the librarian glaring at the library doors, and then Nala noticed the two boys out in the hall. Monroe had Mathias pinned against the lockers and she could hear the faint sound of yelling. Monroe was obviously pissed off at something. Probably something concerning Victoria. Shocker.

Nala debated over just pretending she hadn't seen anything and then just carrying on to her first class, but then she remembered first class was history and no way after the way the morning had gone was she sitting through history. Instead, despite what her head was telling her, she decided to follow Monroe. Once the blonde haired boy had released his cousin Nala had watched him storm off. Pulling the strap of her bag further up her shoulder she raced out the door. The redhead ignored the angry looks she received from the librarian and swung open the doors. They opened with ease and Nala darted out, not wanting to lose Monroe. She didn't even bother glancing at Mathias; she remembered him from last year as being a complete jerk. Completely not worth her time.

Down the hall she raced as she struggled to catch up to Monroe. The boy must have been angry because he was setting quite the pace. Nala only managed to catch up to him as he reached the gym door. As the door swung open he stepped into the gym and she followed behind. Considering first class was about to start the gym was empty except for the two of them. "So I take it you and Victoria aren't as done as some seem to think," she remarked, her tone daring, yet cautious. The fiery redhead knew that such a subject could be cause for a huge blowout, but she was willing to risk it. After all, she had nothing to lose.

[Panic!]

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Delilah nodded in response. Delilah knew he could see exactly what she was thinking. She was what you call an open book, very easy to read. You could tell if there was something wrong, or when she was deep in thought. She wasn't the kind of girl who put different masks on to trick people. Of course she had her secrets, and she was pretty good at keeping them, but emotion wise, there was always a way to see how she was really feeling. Yeah, she needed a friend now a days. Her old ones didn't even call to see if she had gotten here alright. She might as well have been dead to them. She found it funny how temporary High School was. No one cared whether you left or stayed, as long as you leave some sort of mark on the school. And Delilah, being the background person that she was, did not.

"It's a deal," she said to him, sticking her hand out for him to shake. She was a pretty good student, mostly average except in math and science. It must be that whole left side, right side brain thing. But she did still feel terrible about the whole walking-into-him thing, so helping him out is the least she could do. Looking back at her schedule and locker information, all the writing on the page was just numbers assigned with a few classes to her. It probably meant something to people who actually knew the school like the back of their hand, but not to Delilah. She literally would be the new girl who had her map out and reading each and every room number. "Locker 147," she said, finally finding the necessary information. "If that means anything to you," she added since to her, she couldn't tell whether to go left or right, up stairs or down stairs.

note: really, really, really bad post and short one. i was in a huge rush, so sorry. ill be back this afternoon and i promised the next one will be better. c:

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{ Monkeys... always causing trouble. }

Jack Wilder squinted his eyes when exiting the building sunshine shining down on his face. He lowered his head looking down at his feet nodding as she talked to let the girl know that he was still listening. If he looked up at her he would be blinking like crazy from the sun so he preferred not to look stupid. "That sounds so nice. Both places." he stated glancing up with a smile and hovering his hand over his head. "Have you gone anywhere else besides those two places? I went to Australia once, it was okay. A monkey started to attack me but other than that it was fin." he thought smiling thinking about how it was only 1 foot tall. Jack had to get stitches. Crazy what little things can do.